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From
1988 journal notes Recently
I was reading the story of a man who was given a terminal diagnosis by
his doctors. He thought, "Well, since I'm gonna die, there's an
important project I want to pull off," and he threw himself into it
with every fiber of his being. He
got well. There was something about losing himself in a creative work
that touched some deep reservoir of health within. It flowed forth and
healed him. Halman's
painting of Jesus is probably the most famous. He, too, was given a
terminal diagnosis and he had always wanted to paint the face of Christ
as he saw it in his mind. So he lost himself in the painting and
regained his health, living many more years. What's
going on here? Just an opinion but health depends upon a flow of energy.
Illness is a stagnant energy pool somewhere in the body. An over-arching
creative goal that speeds up the flow of energy focuses intense
spiritual power on the area needing healing. All
healing is spiritual. Even surgery. Nothing can heal the body unless it
touches and tunes up the spirit. If it merely corrects a part of the
problem, it will return unless the person gains this attunement. MISSING
THE TENNESSEE WARBLER From
journal notes of 1990 In
1990 I was thrilled as a kid on his first Christmas when a Tennessee
Warbler returned to my peanut butter feeder. Every year about this time
in November he would show up. Not a bunch of them. As far as I could
tell, just one. I
moved from that home in 1995 and have missed seeing the little fellow.
Not once has he showed up where I now live. He's
as yellow as a daisy in places -- including a yellow eyebrow stripe,
with light moss green on top, about the size of your thumb, and has
these two big bug eyes. He's a hog for peanut butter. If
you see him, tell him where I now live and ask him to drop by. I have
had a peanut butter feeder waiting for him for six years. I will keep it
out until he returns. God,
how I loved that little bird! I miss him more than I miss some kin
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