"Actually there are no healers of disease; 

there are only revealers of health."

-- from "God Works Through Faith"

I am a strange child, indeed.

I come from a family of doctors and yet I resist.

I always tend to pursue my own concepts of healing.

What more when I saw an operating room decades ago.

I shivered at seeing that cold metal table.

I couldn't bear to see the blood from it.

Thus, I swore never to end up at the hospital.

Mercifully, I never did.

Well, except for a young intern injecting anesthesia on my heel once.

He needed to do that to pry the object from my heel.

I had stepped on a tiny sliver of glass.

But the body being super intelligent, it refused it entering any further.

So I limped for 30 days, refusing to go to the hospital.

That would surely have unnerved my Dad, a physician-surgeon.

Of course, I didn't tell him.

He'd have me go to his kin of doctors at a university.

I only believed in my Dad, that's why.

But I was living in the big city then.

So sure of my own healing capabilities.

And maybe I was right.

The young intern was surprised I was still standing.

He was shaking his head, muttering that I very nearly got tetanus.

Any day later and that would be it.

I was limping for 30 days, crazy me, and the infection had spread.

I was beginning to feel pain on my inner thigh's lymph nodes.

The infection had crawled up.

Of course, I was not crazy about injections.

Another no-no from my Dad.

He didn't believe in it either.

We never got a vaccine since we were kids.

Father believed in creating anti-bodies in kids.

So we got the regular mumps, chicken pox, and measles.

He believed in eating well and resting much.

He was really a great doctor and I adored him so.

In fact, I wouldn't go to any doctor except him and my brother.

They're of the old school.

They're not crazy pumping you with medicines.

They knew their anatomy and physiology.

I very nearly took up medicine after architecture.

To the great delight of my father.

But the thought of blood made me queasy.

Plus, my soft heart couldn't bear dissecting animals.

Poor cats and frogs.

I'd even stop for an earthworm, you see.

There had to be a better way.

And I found those ways.

That will be for another post.

But, for now, believe that your body can heal itself.

It's all about mind power.

And soul power.

If you have a good heart in your body, you can heal yourself.

If you have a positive and expansive mind, your chances get even better.

Take away those negative bones in your body.

Focus on good health, healing, happiness, love, and good intentions.

Focus on God.

Focus on Love.

It's all the same.

And visualize what you can do with a healthy being.

You can do much.

You just have to want good health, peace, love, joy, and prosperity.

You can have all of that.