Thursday, March 15, 2007


It's easiest to believe in healing, when all other options have failed.
The words are not mine, but an old missionary's, Marie Monsen.
We have doctors and free medicare, free hospital treatment. We need not worry about health insurance. Everybody's got a right to help.
Then it happens that one gets one of those chronic illnesses, like my severe osteoporosis.
I've been on medical treatment for seven years, but my skeleton is still transparent.
My backbones, wrist, rib, elbow and ankles have been broken.
So, when I today trod over on my right ancle and fell on the street, whom did I call??
First God. And - I managed to get home on my own. Then I sent an sms to my best friend and asked for remote healing.
I will not do more for the moment.
St. Paul says, " When I'm weak, then I am strong." (2 Cor. 12. 10)
Since "healing" was the word I drew at end of the one our qi-gong training today, I'll give it a week, I think.


Unknown said...

Hi Elise.

John and Kathleen are my grandparents. John passed away many years ago. Kathleen passed away last month. Their parents came here from Ireland. St. Patrick’s day has always been a big deal for us. I lit candles for them and wrote this in their honor.
My mother e-mailed me last night and said, “I bet this is the first St. Patrick’s Day Granddaddy wasn’t with you. He was taking Kathleen home”.
When I finished crying, I started writing.
I spent a month in England, Scotland and Ireland in 1984. I reference it at the top of my blog.

I'm sorry to read you have fallen. I hope you are not in pain.

Be well my friend.


Unknown said...

You are too kind (as always:-)

Takker De!


Felisol said...

Dear Justin,
I am not kind, not at all.
Really, there is a reason why I've called my site bitchblog.
Today I am afraid I've been too blunt and interfering on someone else's blog. I feel bad about it.