Can You Really Heal Naturally?

My mother was this beautiful vibrant organized being who loved all of us equally. All seven of her children. And I say “organized” because with seven children she had food on the table 3 times a day and as one of my beloved Aunts said of her, “you could eat off her floors!” And you probably could because she engaged all seven of us in her housekeeping. We all had jobs growing up!

From what I recall, I was about 15 when mom was told she had cancer. All of us watched as it slowly ate her up. I was designated to care for her and had to take a leave of absence from my job when I was 19. How she suffered.

It was about 40 years later that I found out there was something on the natural health market that had been healing cancer when my mother was still alive. The product had been around awhile but when the makers wanted it tested and put on the open market they were refused. Eventually it was tested under another name not previously recognized and found to work. It is still on the market today. How many of you have heard of Protocel?

Another natural cancer product that raises the acidity of the body into the alkaline range is known as Paw Paw Cell Reg. Have you heard of it?

And another that is reversing cancer is known as Sodium Chlorite (liquid Oxygen)Natural medicine. Have you heard of it?

How about GcMaf? This is the one that is causing many holistic doctors who used it to die. Yes. There are almost 100 doctors dead in the last 2 years because of this one.

My mother’s death infuriated me. I knew there had to be a better way to heal and so by the age of 20 I was looking into natural ways to heal. And I have spent my whole life dedicated to healing naturally. Oh, there were a few times I had to go to M.D.’s. But I’ve successfully healed 98% of what was wrong with me in all of my 67 years. I even wrote a book about my journey titled Warrior Spirit Path of Medicine (Balboa Press) and Amazon.com and GoRead.com.

My life pattern, my message, is to help you understand why you’re sick and what you can do about it. Sometimes it’s just a bit of detoxing, other times it’s going to take you into what is known as a healing crisis. But it is possible to feel like you felt when you had no aches, no pains, because if you were born healthy the body has a memory of that and will take you back to that place. All it has to do is remember. I know because my body was wracked with pain in my 40’s and early 50’s and today I have no pain at all. I don’t take any medications. I helped my body to remember what it felt like to live without pain and discomfort and I can help your body do the same. All it requires is some time and a little effort and will power and you can live the life you were always meant to live.

I realize not everyone can heal or wants to heal. People will think I’m nuts in saying that the body can heal from Lupus, prostate cancer, MS, most cancers, and most diseases. Yes, the medical professionals are wonderful at healing acute crisis such as accidents and trauma, however it’s the chronic illnesses they haven’t done as well with. I give the medical profession a lot of credit but they are governed by Big Pharma. Wellness is not a high priority with them.

I am a natural health specialist. I am available to speak to large groups and organizations, or smaller groups and organizations and also individuals interested in direct natural health coaching for a fee. If any of these interest you please contact me at Ruagingwell@yahoo.com / http://www.GoRead.com/MerVend.

Gua Sha Gets Results

Gua Sha Gets Results
Often people will ask me that out of all the techniques I use in my massage, which one gives the greatest results?
I had to think about that. I LOVE positional release. It allows the body to release spasm with no pain involved. It does that while giving the feeling of complete and total relaxation, provided the client can relax in the first place. When a muscle releases after being put in the exact position to release, there is a relaxation response second to none. With other pressure techniques there is pain involved that causes the patient to expect more pain so they tense up. That doesn’t happen with positional release. And the patient doesn’t even know you’re using a position to release the muscles, if you’re doing it right! That’s the key. I’ve had people call me and ask me if I know about positional release, that they loved it and it felt so good and I’d say, “Yes! I do it on you all the time!” And they’d say, “You work it so well I didn’t know you were even doing it! That’s because it took me years to perfect it! It’s not only easy on the patient’s body – it’s easy on me!
But I’ve learned one therapy that even positional release can’t touch. That’s because it works the actual meridians, the pathways of energy, that affect what’s happening in the organs themselves. That specific therapy is known as Gua Sha. In effect, this is a traditional Chinese medical treatment in which the skin is scraped to produce light petechiae (bruising). Practitioners believe that Gua Sha releases unhealthy bodily matter from the blood stasis within sore, tired, stiff or injured muscle areas to stimulate new oxygenated blood flow to the areas, thus promoting metabolic cell repair, regeneration, healing and recovery..(Wikipedia)
I’ve seen some very interesting things happen with Gua Sha. They involved pathology within the function – the muscular system – that couldn’t have been diagnosed even by a physician.
Two examples stand out in my mind. Well, actually three. The first one was a person who was having cysts growing under the skin. The cysts would be surgically removed only to have another appear within months. The first time I used Gua Sha it looked as though my patient had been beaten with a stick. Her whole back turned black and blue and stayed that way until the bruising went away one week later. From what I’ve experienced, bruising only happens the first time. Every subsequent treatment the skin doesn’t bruise. That was enough for the cysts to go away completely and never come back. There was something going on under the skin that was causing my patient to develop cysts. It’s been 3 years of Gua Sha weekly treatments and she has never had another cyst.
The second example of how Gua Sha made a difference in a person’s life was a patient who had experienced kidney trouble after taking certain medications. She had trouble walking as a result. Her legs just didn’t want to carry her and would tire easily. She couldn’t walk any real distance and it was a real problem. I began doing Gua Sha on her and it brought up enough to show that she was having an issue. She, too, had what looked to be bruising from the treatment. It always only happens the first time. After that, it never shows up again, but it pulls the problem up out of the body and then it disappears. The second time she came in she told me her husband had a message for me. He said to keep doing whatever it is I’m doing because she’s walking again without a problem. That was over a year ago and she’s never had an issue with her legs since.
The third example was of a patient who had stomach issues. She was never hungry and didn’t have any appetite. She was getting thinner and thinner and couldn’t put any weight on. I did the Gua Sha on her and the next time she came in she commented that her appetite had returned and she was eating herself out of house and home. She said the area on her back directly over her stomach on the left side had swollen up and it worried her at first but there was no pain so she didn’t worry too much. It took awhile for it to go down, but her appetite was back! It did eventually go down so something happened inside her body to resolve the issue she was having. This one did not bruise. She only had the swelling.
I’ve used it on patients who have lumps under the skin that aren’t affected by massage, with good results. If there is good blood flow there is no sign of bruising.
I love Gua Sha. It is an ancient Chinese treatment that brings up the energy within the body that is causing a problem.

Quantum Physics

I have always loved research. My research has covered religions of the world and spiritual studies and health as it relates to body, mind, emotions and spirit. We’re not just a physical body. We’re multi-dimensional and every cell that makes up our being is an intelligence in and of itself.

I am an educator. My passion for life and living and loving has brought me to this place in my life where teaching is such a joy and pleasure that I know I’ll never retire. To my last breath I’ll share what I love and live each moment doing what I’ve always done. Research and educate.

One time I met a teacher of quantum physics and we got to talking. She said that I knew more about quantum than anyone she’d ever met and asked me to come and talk to her students about it. At the time I couldn’t have spoken to a group of students. I’d have had to take them on a quantum experience so, in essence, it wouldn’t have been a talk as much as it would have been an experience of quantum.

Once you experience quantum physics you can’t tell people about it. They have to experience it for themselves. Otherwise you have a bunch of people, who, unless they study quantum, would just look at you all squinty-eyed with perplexed looks on their faces.

Listening to a group of people talking about quantum physics around a campfire one evening, I heard one woman say she wasn’t educated enough to study quantum physics. That you had to have years of study in physics before you could ever go into the quantum field to understand it. I’m sorry. I had to roll my eyes at that one. I asked her if she thought that the shaman of ancient times had to go to school to learn how to quantum leap. She looked at me funny. I said that anyone can learn how to move about in the quantum fields. They were there for anyone with a desire to go into them to access. How did she think the old medicine people and shaman people moved in them?

And have you forgotten where “quantum” came from? It wasn’t the professors and the researchers who first discovered it. It was the ancient people who walked this earth and leaped into the void from caves and dwellings made of thatch. These were the ones who traversed the universes and the galaxies and brought back what they saw. Without ever leaving our Earth they traveled and saw all there was to see. Even into the body. Every single body holds all the Universes and all the Galaxies within it. Remember the cells intelligence? One cell. One cell holds all the intelligence of all that exists. And it feels and it moves and it thinks and it is pure intelligence and each one cell connects to all the stars in our Galaxy like the webbing of a spider. Spider-mother weaved the worlds.

I’ve been blessed to see the human aura. Its brilliance can be likened to that of the brilliance of the Gods. Think Mount Olympus. We are that light. That brilliant. Yet we believe, can be convinced, that we are not ENOUGH. Enough what? Our mind is like a child that prattles on and it takes discipline to teach it to become still. Grandmother called it the “mind-child.” We came in – were born – with our own pattern. Everyone came in with a pattern woven into the DNA of their cells. Some take years to leave their pattern – their message – while some come in for a moment, leave their message and then fly free of this body once again. Grandmother said the little ones that are stillborn or who only live moments after they take their first breath are these messengers. They open like a flower, leave their scent, their message, and then they close up and die. Thank them for their message. Let them know someone got it.

The Heart is the Great Transmuter of energy. LOVE is the message of the heart. But that’s another story.

This Earth-Mother gives us everything we need to exist. Everything we need and more to survive. And look at how she has been repaid. Look at how we treat each other. We had a messenger that showed us how to live in cohesion with one another. Yet the message to this day goes unheeded.

It doesn’t take long to traverse the galaxies when one knows how to quantum leap into them. Light years don’t mean a thing. There is always talk about wanting to travel into space to visit other planets but people don’t yet get the concept of getting along on this one. I don’t mean just with each other. I mean respect for all of the life here on this planet. Each insect from the tiniest to the biggest is an intelligence unto itself. Do we treat it as such? Each flower, blade of grass, leaf on a tree is another kind of intelligence. Grandmother said that even the fruit screams when it is picked from it’s source. I have seen the plant people. They came and gathered around me as I sat and chanted a code that brought them to me. Each plant has a vibration that heals in some manner. This is called “plant spirit medicines.” The Comfrey and the Hawthorne berry plants have spoken to me.

Everything is intelligence. I’ve been invited into the rock kingdom in a dream. The rocks have an almost unfathomable order to them. And of course the four-leggeds and the winged ones speak all the time.

This is our world. This is our Earth Mother. She is her own intelligence as are the winds. But that’s another story.

 

Vision Quest

Out somewhere on 82 acres of land in the middle of nowhere called southern Ohio about 40 of us were on a vision quest. That’s where you participate in a lone camping excursion with or without a tent, no food, just water and not much of that. You opt to do this for 5 full days and 4 nights.

On this particular day I was alone as usual listening to the sounds of Nature all around and enjoying the feel of the earth as I sat naked on her cuz most often it’s too hot to wear clothes and no one’s around to see you anyway.  There’s not much to do because there’s no cell phones to talk to anyone and no books or anything to read, no TV or radio to distract you.

When I first did a VQ we were out for only one day and one night because that’s what the Medicine woman we were apprenticing with (known to us as Grandmother) did to first introduce and acclimate a bunch of city folk to the rigors of not having all of the above.  In what was to eventually become known as “The Hollywood Quest” that day long ago I had chosen my spot very near everyone else because being novices, instead of spreading out on 82 acres, we chose about 2 acres to plant our asses on because we were scared to death of being alone at night.  So after I chose my spot on that first Quest I got settled and watched as people brought their mattresses and even rocking chairs to their sites.  That was the first quest we all ever did and I’m sure Grandmother was laughing herself into tears.

We had come a long way since that first quest.  Now we were seasoned, having done a vision quest every year for the last eight years.  I loved this time out in nature alone.  Grandmother generally began a quest with a sweat lodge or, as she called them, a sacred rock lodge, where you built a dwelling – called a “Lodge” – with tarps and blankets to hold in the heat and cut a round hole in the earth in the middle of the lodge and filled it with hot rocks that are heated in the fire outside the lodge.  It can get pretty hot in there and you’re not aloud to leave once you’re in – not until it’s declared complete.  A sacred rock lodge is where the rocks do a give-away and sacrifice themselves to the fire for purification of the people in the lodge.

Now it was just a matter of going off to an already established site set up earlier to enjoy the peace and the solitude of nature and enter into what Grandmother said all the animals exist within which became known to us as the violet ray.  It’s important to see, to hear and listen to all that comes for messages, as all of the plant and insect and animal kingdoms are spirit connections and the language of nature.

So as I sat on a blanket upon the earth this early evening I was enjoying the peace and solitude when I heard an almost ethereal flute being played as though it were all around me. Stereo surround sound. My first thought: Who had brought a flute with them to their site?  Hard to tell from which direction it was coming although it sounded as though it was direction-less.  I began looking for the speaker set up but couldn’t find it. So I just listened and wondered who could play the flute so well they should be on stage at Carnegie Hall.  As I listened I also began to feel.  The flute was affecting my whole body in ways that were, shall we say, quite sensitive. Where my body connected with the earth mother there was physical sensation that was sensual and erotic, to say the least.  Bad flute! But maybe not.  What the heck – just go with it.  All the while the flute played it’s other-worldly mystical magic, my heartbeat found itself in union with the earth in erotic waves of pure pleasure.

Fast forward:  We always gather round to talk about experiences after the quest so when we were all together and all had shared some of theirs, Grandmother asked if anyone had heard the flute of Pan.  All I could think of was that the god really was a badass. He could seduce just by playing his flute! Well, like, no one could play that flute with any more finesse than the original flute player.  It never occurred to me to think of Pan being so near but he is the god of nature after all. I just thought he lived in Greece. I mean, isn’t that where he’s from?

Silly me.

Mirroring Abuse

I was a very awkward and shy child. I felt everything in the room and being an empathic child, I felt every raised eyebrow, every hunched shoulder, every time someone gave someone else a look that said, “she’s awkward and weird” and every back ever turned toward me as my fault. And I would take it all personally. It only ever served to eat away my self-confidence, making me even more awkward.

As I got older I realized many things about people and perceptions. I realized that I wasn’t the person those people perceived me to be. Their perceptions about me didn’t match who I was so I didn’t have to be directly responsible for giving them what they expected. In making that break, I became the person I truly am and those people are no longer in my life.  I lived for 20 years in abuse. I guess I’m an expert.

Throughout my fair existence on this beloved Earth I have learned how to manifest my desires and be at peace within myself. I have faced violence by being the mirror and reflecting back what was directed toward me, successfully and peacefully. I mirrored back the pain and anger and turned it around each time. I didn’t re-Act to the person. Instead I responded in a responsible way and was never harmed.

I’ll explain. My first marriage was turbulent to say the least. It started as a war zone – one trying to establish dominance when that person had no idea who he was – or that he was married to a free spirit. You can’t cage a free spirit in any way. He tried and failed miserably. I never saw that side of him til after the wedding vows. I stood my ground when he threatened to hit me. He was much bigger than I was and I knew I’d never be able to beat him physically. All I had were words. So I told him if he were going to hit me that he’d better kill me, because if he didn’t I’d make him wish he had. That made him stop and think. When he stopped I used more words. I told him he liked to sleep too much and I was really good with a baseball bat. That made him think some more. Then I threatened his “stuff” like his motorcycle. I told him he wouldn’t recognize it if he let me get up after he hit me so he may as well kill me right now this f’ing minute.

I mirrored his violence back at him and he didn’t like it at all. He never did hit me. Not ever in the 20 years we were together. He used other means to try to tear me down – emotionally. It worked for awhile. He had me wondering if it was me that was nuts. But somewhere into the early years I figured out that it wasn’t me at all. He would call me names and I even mirrored that back when I said to him, “well, if I’m all those things it sure doesn’t say much for your taste in women.” He stopped calling me names after that. Another time, after I was sick of his foul language, I began talking like he talked. One day he looked at me and said, “That language sounds terrible coming from you!” I simply said, “If I have to listen to it motherfucker so do you!” After that he stopped swearing so much. Becoming the mirror was working!

He walked a fine line between sanity and insanity and it wasn’t my cross to bear. I let him go early on but stayed because I never had the desire to start again. Until someone came along after awhile and showed me how good life could be.

I knew I’d never sacrifice my life or sanity to another man again. That was the gift given to me by my first marriage and I took that away with me and lived happily for awhile until my second husband did an about face when he stopped drinking. Alcohol was his curse. Or was it a lack of alcohol?  I get confused.  But that’s another story.

 

Journeying into Night

A few years ago my husband called a pesticide company to come out and spray for termites. They were attacking our home and he said that when the contractor sprayed the house the termites came raining down. I wasn’t there at the time.

I arrived shortly after he sprayed the house and saw him spraying one of the outbuildings. The pesticide he was spraying came down in torrents – like rain. I had a bad feeling.

I love nature’s night sounds. They sound like rattles rattling only very loud and I close my eyes and let the sounds carry me as though I’m floating on a river of sound. I journey on night sounds because it’s the music of the soul and carries me into the dream-time and portals that connect the worlds together. I’m comforted by the music of the night creatures.

So one night, as I lay in bed listening and journeying I fell asleep. About midnight something woke me and I realized it was the sound of complete silence. I panicked and rose out of bed and looked out the window to see something, anything that would be responsible for silencing all of nature. I saw nothing but the light of the moon shadows. I was afraid.

I love the country. Ponds are everywhere in my county. Ponds were the reason I moved to this place. They’re everywhere and almost everyone has a pond on their acreage. I love water. It is my element. Water is life and where there is water, life abounds. I love watching the Great Blue Heron feed on fish, the snapping turtle make it’s way from the pond in the back to the pond in the front with slow, steady progress. The frogs are my favorite. The frogs in the back pond croak and suddenly stop and you’ll listen and hear the frogs in the front pond answering. I often would find frogs in my pool and have to rescue them before we turned on the filter or they’d get caught in it and die.

Now the voices of the frogs could only be heard in the far distance. All of the night sounds moved away and I was devastated. The silence was the loudest thing to be heard at night. It was too much.

When I journeyed into the kingdom of the frog people all of their backs were turned away from me. This was very bad.

Nature stayed silent for four years. I agonized over every season that I had to listen to the silence and hated every minute of it. At the fourth season I said, “No More.” I would journey into the kingdom of the frog people and beg them to return. So that night I asked for guidance and took with me my best companion and we journeyed into the other world to meet with the Frog King. Once again I was met with the backs of the frogs turned away from me. I spoke anyway and told them all how sorry I was that their world had been filled with poison and they had not been respected. I kept talking about how life was not the same since they had gone and that no matter what – pesticides would never be used again as long as I lived upon the land.

Slowly the frogs began to turn toward me and before I could speak another word they were all over me and at my feet all around. I was very glad that my words had touched them and I promised I would keep my word.

That summer the frogs returned to my home and I was delighted and relieved to hear their voices once again.

 

Kids

My 8 year old grandson lives with me and has since he was 2 years old which was when his daddy died. Tramadol. I hear it takes the lives of people often so be wary of it. My daughter did a sort of shut down when he died and I was going through a raging divorce that never seemed to want to end. It’s what happens when one person doesn’t respond to or hear the other person. When violence was threatened for no apparent reason after the dog chased a skunk and I closed the patio door so as not to smell the little critter he decided it was time to threaten violence if I closed the door. I knew it was time to leave.

So one month later I moved into a home where the three of us could live. I was 61 at the time and didn’t know if I could handle my 34 year old daughter from my first marriage let alone a 2 year old. It was hard. The little guy had way too much energy and he screamed when he cried. But eventually we settled in and I learned how to talk to him to settle him down. Now we have a pretty good relationship as I’m the buffer between his mother and him. On their last trip they were gone for about seven days and he was anxious to get home. His grandfather asked him why he had to get home so fast and he answered.,”I miss my grandma.”

Over the years this little guy has sometimes made me scream and more often he has made me crazy with his constant chatter. He’s generally a happy little guy and plays well by himself. I wish his mom would find someone but she’s still not ready even though it’s been seven years since her love died. I often feel like advertising for a husband for her because I see how her son needs a dad. But such things take time I guess. Still, he’s growing so fast and is definitely at the age where he needs a dad, badly.

Anyway, more often then not, he says things, like all kids do, that makes me laugh like the time he asked me if I knew when a church was a real church. I said I didn’t know what made a real church and he said, “They’re the ones with the T on top!” And the other day I told him if he was good in school that day that I would have a surprise when he came home. He said after thinking on that comment, “well, it’s pretty hard to be good in school, so how about I be good tomorrow. Can I have a surprise tomorrow?”

He went through a particularly hard time in Catholic school. The teachers had no idea what to do with him. He wasn’t bad, he was just himself. He doesn’t know how to be any other way. But that presents a challenge to people who have 40 other kids in the classroom to deal with. I totally get it. But every day one of the staff would call my daughter to let her know what he did that day to upset the cart and tensions were growing out of proportion. I mean, the kid was six years old! I’m sure the last straw was when he pulled apart a church pew. He just began kicking it and pulling at it until it was broken. After I picked him up I asked him about it. He said, “How’d you know about that?” And I said, “Word gets around.” He said he didn’t know why he did it so I asked him:
“Were you angry?”
“Nope”
“Were you upset about something?”
“Nope.”
“Were you bored?”
“Nope.”
“Were you playing around?”
“Nope.”
Finally I said, “well, you want to tell me what the thought process was when you decided to pull apart a church pew?”
And he said, “well, it was kind of broken anyway and I just wanted to see how it was put together!”

Anyway, as I’d said before, he’s just being himself and didn’t know the trouble he was causing being his ADHD self. He has all this energy and has never been able to sit still. One story I remember was of an old Indian (Native American) grandfather who would watch his grandson get into all kinds of trouble in school and finally took him aside and told him, “There are pipe makers and there are scouts. You’re a scout!”

One day when this inquisitive boy was kicked out of school for the day because of his behavior, his mother was taking it all rather seriously and was very upset. Not at him, but because she was just at wits end about the whole situation. The constant calls from teachers had finally gotten to her. I kept telling her the boy is just six and she should relax but it was wearing her down.

The little guy was sitting at the kitchen table and I knew he was aware of how much his mom was reacting to the whole situation and he was with me for the whole day. He was very nervous and I knew I had to put things in perspective for him. So I said, “Let’s talk.” He said, “OK.” So I got a piece of paper and I drew a puzzle piece on it and told him he was the puzzle piece. I said that he shouldn’t be upset about all that was going on cuz he was just a kid and it was up to the adults to figure out where he fit in the larger puzzle.

He totally relaxed. I said that he wasn’t doing anything wrong, that he was just being himself and it was ok to be himself. We just had to figure out how to teach him and because the system he was in hadn’t changed in a very long time, it had gotten stuck in only being able to teach kids that fit into that system. He relaxed some more. I said, “Perhaps you’ll be the one to change the system.”

He said, “Can we talk like this more often?”

Kids.