Mar 17 2018

Transcend Cancer

by Dana Taylor

Cancer. Such a frightening word. It conjures up dreadful images of weakened, ravaged friends and relatives. Bald children from St. Jude’s Children Hospital commercials. People who thought they had it licked, only to discover a lurking inoperable tumor.

After an initial cancer diagnosis, there is talk of “killing it,” “curing it,” “fighting it.” Some people simply give up and yield to it.

As a healer and Reiki practitioner, I’ve been on the front lines with cancer patients. Interestingly, thinking back, most of them are still alive. Cancer was part of their journey. They have dealt with it and moved on. It may return, but, for now, those people are living busy lives.

Lately, I find myself engaged with some new people dealing with cancer. As I’ve been praying and listening for guidance, a recurring Word has come to me ~~ Transcend.

In my world of vibrational and energy healing, illness and disease are mainly about frequencies and energy blockages. Cancer is a frequency zone. Damaged, sick cells reproduce and overtake healthy cells. As a Reiki energy healer, I help people raise their vibration and transcend the cancer zone through Reiki treatments.

I encourage people to become pro-active and holistic in their approach to becoming healthier. Following a medical protocol is only one aspect of sailing out of the doldrums of cancer. If you’re dealing with cancer, here are some ideas to consider as you adjust to your new health status.

Move Out of the Cancer Zone

Fun over Fear ~

The Law of Attraction teaches that whatever we concentrate on increases in our lives. Consequently, the more a person is engulfed by fear of cancer and all its ramifications, the more cancer is encouraged to grow. Frankly, thinking about cancer all the time is boring. It’s a real downer.

Don’t let cancer define you.

It takes mental discipline to distract your mind from a constant drumbeat of cancer, but it can be done. Find ideas and activities that are uplifting and engaging. Affirmations, meditations, good music, good times, whatever raises your mood is part of transcending cancer.

Fabulous Food ~

Food has become source of fear with cancer. Blaming the hot dogs, GMO’s, and chemicals prevalent in our food can make us choke on every bite. Some people become obsessed with eating organic for fear of ingesting carcinogens. While I think diet and polluted water probably is linked to the rise in cancer rates, it isn’t healing to excessively worry about it.

Make good food choices–primarily live, fresh food. Understand food from an energetic standpoint. It isn’t simply calories, it can be an infusion of energy. I’m a big fan of smoothies. By liquefying fresh fruits and vegetables, you are ingesting live enzymes and whole food nutrition. Adding a blessing of grateful intention augments the natural energy of the food. The lessons from Dr. Emoto’s Hidden Messages in Water illustrate how molecules can be transformed by healing intention.

Power up your food and water with healing energy through prayer and also choose from an array of water bottles now available for energizing drinking water.

Forgive and Forget About It ~

Cancer is often a metaphor for unforgiveness and guilt. Is there something that really “eats you up”? Is there an issue you need to “get off your chest?” Are events in your life “a real pain in the butt?” Life has a way of dishing up betrayal, abuse, neglect, and regret. Simply ignoring or burying negative emotions pulls you down into the Cancer Zone. Living in an unhealthy emotional zone can manifest into sick, unhealthy cells. Cancer can be sending you a message.

Anita Moorjani’s autobiography, Dying To Be Me, eloquently describes the emotional connections to disease. The cancer journey can be very liberating of old patterns and grudges. Exploring the emotional trail that may have led to illness can actually be part of the Road to Healing.

Vibrational Healing ~

After my mother died from her long cancer experience in 1988, I determined to seek a different path of living. I prayed for guidance. My intuition led me to the blossoming field of alternative medicine. Chinese medicine, Eastern philosophies, homeopathy, flower remedies, essential oils, quantum physics, energy healing–it’s been quite an education. Ultimately, all these things come down to energy. What’s one of the first signs of illness? Fatigue. We sense our energy is being lowered by an invasion or imbalance of some kind.Vibrational healing focuses on raising the vibrational frequency at the cellular level. It can be approached in many ways.

For instance, my enthusiasm for essential oils is primarily derived from the understanding that they are extremely high energetically. Yes, they have components that kill germs, but it’s the infusion of energy from essential oils that is, in my opinion, their greatest healing property. The following chart compares the energetic measurement in various foods to essential oils. Working essentials oils into your daily routine is a fast and easy way to lift your frequency.

I	Processed Foods	0 Hz
I	Fresh Produce up to	15 Hz
I	Dry Herbs	20-22 Hz
I	Fresh herbs	20-27 Hz
V	Essential Oils	52-320 Hz

Eastern cultures have long recognized our energetic source. India calls it Prana. Chinese speak of the Chi. “Reiki” is a Japanese word for God’s Light or God’s Energy. Many healing modalities have an energetic foundation.The best known may be acupuncture which focuses on energetic pathways, called meridians, of the body. Keeping the meridians flowing freely promotes good health.

Modern science is meeting ancient modalities to produce exciting frequency raising machines and products. VibesUp is an intriguing company using the power of crystal earth energy in a wide array of items. Vibrational medicine machines such as Trinfinity8 are utilizing energy frequencies for healing. Truly, it’s the new frontier of medicine. How wonderful it would be to see the end of toxic drugs and radiation for cancer treatment.

At any rate, thinking energetically about wellness is a paradigm shift. Begin noticing if something raises you up, or drags you down.

Live food vs. processed food. The life in uncooked food raises your energetic level. Processed food extracts extra energy to digest.
Meditation, classical music, and nature walks don’t simply raise your spirits, they raise your frequency.
Avoid toxic people, places and things that bring you down. The energy loss has a significant physical impact.

Embrace Living ~

Finally, realize that every day you wake up you are LIVING. Despite a negative diagnosis, as long as you are breathing and getting around town, celebrate Life. There may be a day when you slip into a true “dying” mode and that can be beautiful also. Don’t rush it.

Write up that Bucket List and start checking things off. Set some goals and work towards them. Spend time with people you love and enjoy.

Transcend

I will lift up mine eyes to the hills, from whence my help cometh. Psalm 121 KJV

Bright Blessings,

Dana Taylor

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Mar 22 2014

Write to Wellness

THAT ELUSIVE CURE is about facing up to illness, both mental and physical, of family struggle and above all, the amazing power of hope.

Part Two from Lisa Hinsley:

Chemo kills creativity, at least it did for me. Except… that’s not entirely true. I couldn’t write, but I could think. And I did, at length while I fought nausea and horrid side effects. A couple of novel ideas came to me, complete, like a little acorn gift, waiting to be planted in the soil of Microsoft Word.

I noted these down, ideas, possibilities, things that made me think. I simply had no ability to follow through. Chemo came to an end in May 2013. My brain slowly began to reconnect and the urge to write, which never left, but was simply dampened, came at me like an unfulfilled addiction. The odd thing was, I didn’t revisit any of my stored acorns. I set myself a goal of 500 words a day. In June I started, reacquainted myself with ABCtales and to begin with, those 500 word stories were few and far between. They were hard to write, I sat at the computer desperate to distract myself with Facebook or the news or Googling stupid stuff.

But each week I did a little better. It became a little easier to put the words together. Then it happened. I got that itch, that inkling of an idea, a starburst of inspiration, and I began a new novel.

The last novel I wrote was Plague. I wrote it in 2011. I published in December that year. I started polishing an older novel for publication in the summer, then I got sick and nothing else happened. I stopped editing. I stopped writing. I stopped caring, and it didn’t even bother me that I’d stopped caring. Usually I’m a non-stop conveyor belt of writing. I love it. I need it like I need air. Suddenly, at the very end of June 2013 I found myself back there. And I loved it.

My initial goal of 500 words, that was so hard to begin with, became easier. The chapters started to build up, and although I knew how I was going to end the story, I didn’t know how I was going to get there. All of July I wrote. In August I took time off, it was the summer holidays and I spent my time with the kids.

Then I had SIRTs a type of internal radiotherapy. Come September, my youngest son was back at school, and despite still being in recovery from SIRTs I was writing again. The train had left the station, there was no stopping me. 500 words in a morning became 1000, then 2000. Towards the end I could do almost 5000 words in the same 1-2 hour slot I’d previously been struggling to write 500 words. Then at the end of October I was finished. The first draft of That Elusive Cure was complete.

I know my health is precarious, and this wasn’t the time to stuff the book into a drawer and let it mature for months. I hope readers will emanates the feeling of hope and peace I hope readers will come away with after reading my novel.

Less than a year after I wrote the first words, That Elusive Cure is published. I’m proud of the book, and I hope as a reader you can come away with some inspiration to live your life in the moment. Have hope, there is magic out there just waiting to be mined.

Excerpt from That Elusive Cure:

I followed Janie’s car, one of those odd-looking little Fiat 500s in lilac, through the countryside and into Birkenhead. She’d said where we were going, and I knew the place. I’d passed by the church on many occasions. I’d even daydreamed about buying it and setting it up as a flat for my daughter, keeping part of the space for me and creating a studio. That was me letting my bohemian side through. The place Cass lived in was grotty, but she refused to move back home, and my dream was to buy her a decent place to live. She had this boyfriend who seemed to be quite handy. I’d let them live there for free in exchange for his manual labor.

We pulled into the tiny car park. I still had the key in my possession, and I thumbed it nervously as Janie got out of her car and walked up to the door. We were in the town center, a stone’s throw from the council parking lot I used almost every week. To think this mystery machine had been there the entire time almost made me feel taunted by it. I searched briefly for hidden cameras, my eyes settling on Janie as she stood on the stone steps by the sad-looking church, patiently waiting for me. Taller buildings crowded in on three sides casting the building into shadow.

“You ready for this?” She took the key from me and inserted it into the lock. “You need to give it a little jiggle or the mechanism won’t turn.” She yanked on the key, her fingers white for a moment as she struggled. Then the key turned. I glanced up at the windows. They were so dirty I couldn’t tell if they were stained glass or not. Wire mesh covered each and added to the camouflage. The stone walls might once have been a warm grey, but now traffic dirt covered every surface and the building looked as if it was covered in soot.

My nerves were getting the better of me now, like a ball of static had got inside of me and needed me to jump around to get it out. I stamped my feet and tried to regain control.

“Go on.” Janie indicated that I should turn the handle.

“Okay…” We swapped positions and I pushed the door open. It was one of these heavy oak affairs, although the wood was so grimy I couldn’t actually tell what kind of wood it was. My belly ached, the tumors making themselves known, and I stepped over the threshold.

Inside was dark, the windows shedding little light. We entered the nave, our footfalls loud on the stone floor. Someone had pushed all the pews up against the walls, piled like firewood and abandoned. A pod-like machine big enough for a single person rested in the cleared space, its metallic hull gleaming like buffed silver. In the background a large cross still hung behind the altar.

“This is it.” Janie knelt beside the machine and put her hand on the surface, almost like a lover’s touch. “This is what cured me.”

Born in Portsmouth in 1971, Lisa Hinsley grew up in England, Scotland, and America. She now lives on the Wirral, in northwest England, with her husband, three children, and four cats.

Lisa’s novels Plague and The Ultimate Choice have featured regularly on the UK Amazon bestsellers charts and are now published in the USA by Simon & Schuster. Visit her website Lisa C. Hinsley

Lisa has been interviewed on the BBC regarding care for cancer patients. http://m.bbc.co.uk/news/health-22023820

Mar 18 2014

Near-Death Experience Changes Author’s Outlook

This article was recently featured at the Barb Silkstone’s Second Act Café. I think you’ll find it fascinating. Part One of Two:

Lisa Hinsley has cancer.

At the age of forty, with a loving husband and three children, she was diagnosed with advanced bowel cancer. Lisa is one of those beautiful people who touch many lives in the most gentle ways. For the past one and one-half years, Lisa has been fighting the beast called cancer like a tiger, and inspiring a large group with her courage and generosity.

Lisa on Lisa from her blog: Lisa Hinsley

Penny Sartori has been doing a series of articles for The Daily Mail about near death experiences or NDEs. The latest report had me thinking about my own experience. Here’s the link to Penny Sartori’s article: The Children Who have Near Death Experiences. And here is what I thought about NDEs–I was four years old when I had my near death experience. For weeks I had been suffering from a cough that became steadily worse until one day my parents lost me in the house. They found me hidden in a wardrobe rambling madly with a high fever. At that point I was rushed to the hospital.I don’t remember being delirious in the wardrobe, but I do remember being high in the sky watching my parent’s car pull into a car park. My emotions were detached, I felt nothing, no pain, no fear, no excitement, maybe a slight pull of curiosity as a man I recognized as my father jumped out of the driver’s side. He raced around to the other side of the car to take out a tiny limp body from the back seat. My mother was there too, and the two of them ran off. This is when the odd became most peculiar. I know now they were running to the hospital, but what I saw was far different. There was a crystal city. That is what I have always thought of it as: an enormous city of crystals taking up the entire horizon internally lit with this wonderful silvery-white light. There was no longer an absence of emotions in me, this vision was calm, welcoming, and so very beautiful.

Way down below, my mother and father were running towards the crystal city with my father still holding that tiny limp body. For me there was no tunnel, no being asking me to return, no relatives to greet me, and no urgency to get back to a broken body. I simply came back to myself, all of a sudden. The vision of the crystal city was replaced with a cubicle in the hospital. I was on a bed. A blue curtain was pulled across for privacy. A nurse had a tube down my throat and I coughed my way back into life. This was no dream. They fade over time. This is a memory of a happening. Just as I vividly remember the house we lived in at the time, I remember floating above my body. Just as I remember the family holiday on the island of Sky nine months later, I remember the glowing crystal city and how it seemed to be an excellent idea to go there.

I can’t say that I don’t fear death less than anyone else, I’m not in their heads and can’t judge that. My guess is I fear death as much as the next person, and for me it’s more about the method of dying that frightens me rather than the actual event. I have a strong desire to live my life and do it well, to the limits of my ability. Maybe that comes from the NDE, maybe it’s just how I am. What I do know is that I am very spiritual and the idea of a higher being seems like a no brainer. I don’t attend church but I have a very strong sense of right and wrong, and have always tried to do the best for those around me.

The recent article in The Daily Mail suggests that children who have had NDEs go on to lead a charmed life. Perhaps I have a habit of making things complicated, but this certainly hasn’t happened for me. I had a very rough relationship in my early twenties, but escaped and have been in a rock solid marriage since. I’ve never had a problem with drink or drugs. Sometimes I think of myself as a cat with nine lives, and wonder when they will run out. At the age of 40 I was diagnosed with advanced bowel cancer.

A year and a half later and I am still here, fighting. I would say this, rather than my NDE has given me the incentive to live out my dreams. Fear of a short life eggs me on, makes me accomplish things I might otherwise not have. It makes me love my family more and try harder to be a better mum. Recently I ended up in hospital for a week after a reaction to my chemo. I was in the worst pain imaginable. These things that happen to me help my state of mind, I know now that I can handle and survive excruciating pain. This is no longer a fear. But I have the NDE in my back pocket letting me know that when the time eventually comes, there is a wonderful place to go for my next stage of existence.

That Elusive Cure

Lisa has created the most marvelous novel in her collection of both fiction and nonfiction books. This is a must-read book about a fictional character, Kathy Wyatt, who is very familiar to those who know and love Lisa.

Here’s the blurb from the book jacket:

Kathy is going to die. All that’s left to do is prepare for the end.

While waiting for her chemotherapy session, a woman called Janie approaches Kathy, offering a revolutionary treatment for cancer. Janie pitches the cure like an expert and what does Kathy have to lose? The doctors now measure her life in months, not years.

Kathy follows Janie to an abandoned church where a futuristic machine is hidden. Made of silvery metal, long, and with rounded edges, the pod is like nothing Kathy’s ever seen before. Janie encourages her to climb in telling her the process is painless and quick. A few sessions are all she’ll need to be cured. Despite serious reservations, what does she have to lose? She gets in. And the results are miraculous.

A few days later, when the wonderful sense of well-being she experienced begins to ebb, all she can think about is having another session. In spite of the apparent improvement, Kathy’s renewed energy is soured by doubt. What exactly is this machine? What if none of this is real and the next MRI shows all the tumors are still there? Time is so short…

THAT ELUSIVE CURE is about facing up to illness, both mental and physical, of family struggle and above all, the amazing power of hope.