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Dalton Roberts
--My Sunday Journal

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11-25-01

RESERVOIR OF HEALTH

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 folks.