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Vashti (
Thu, 28 Nov 1996 19:21:13 +0000

From: Vashti <>
Date: Thu, 28 Nov 1996 19:21:13 +0000
Subject: re: archive
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At 09:37 PM 11/27/96 +0000, you wrote:

>>miracle cure?
>I'm very glad to hear it! You'll have to see if you can bottle it and market it
>- you'd make a fortune. What's the secret?

Well, as you know (or maybe you dont) when I was first diagnosed with
terminal cancer I decided to forgo the "traditional" approach at treatment
for an "alternative" one. Since I had been an herbalist since my days as a
"hippie", and my formal education was in Nursing, I became my own "healer".
I chose to medicate myself using various herbs, and went into a 2 year
intensive contemplation/meditation/prayer time. I figured if nothing else I
would be better prepared mentally to meet my death.

I began to get a lot stronger physically, the more I concentrated on the
molecules of anything I ingested changing and becoming "cancer fighters" for
my body. I also meditated a great deal on the cancer and visualized it
getting smaller. I had done a lot of work with biofeedback back in the mid
70's so this helped me control my body at a vascular level. I then thought
of taking it a step further, and controlling my body at a molecular level.

Of course, at the same time the Docs were offering me stuff to use "just in
case" my own methods "failed". The problem with the stuff they had to offer
was that they changed my LOC to a sleep state. I was not interested in
sleeping off any time I might have left in the physical world. So, at first
I only used the medications they gave if the pain was excruciating.

I found that for any REAL pain, a half of a joint of good pot would help me
concentrate PAST the pain, and allow me to be pain free, so this became my
drug of treatment, rather than the morphine they offered.

Last year, I was having frequent episodes where I would essentially be
bed-bound, which did not please me. Then in the spring I decided to "get
out" and work on a garden. The idea was to get in the air, (I brought a
blanket out so I could lay down a lot at first) and I also wanted to "leave
something" behind. Something growing...something beautiful...

Working in the earth, and taking new joy from the things of nature had a
rejuvenating affect on me. I began to meditate a lot on nature and the idea
that we are, indeed made of the same stuff. Again...thinking of my body as
Earth at a molecular level...

so...that is probably more than you wanted to know...8)


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