Self Healing

It was the year 2011, and I found myself in the midst of my third year operating Sun Ridge Family Farms—a venture that proved to be my most challenging undertaking. The establishment marked the first-ever Farm Co-op in Nevada City, California. Enthusiastically, I enlisted 11 families, and our endeavors were flourishing. However, amidst this success, an unsettling change began to manifest. My nails, both on my fingers and toes, began to twist and develop prominent lines along their length. Initially dismissing the issue, the condition worsened over time, prompting me to schedule an appointment with a local dermatologist.

In the waiting room of his clinic, accompanied by his assistant, the dermatologist examined my distorted nails. His response was notably reserved, and after a brief silence, he reappeared with a brochure bearing a striking resemblance to my nail condition. He conveyed that my fibrosis had permeated my bloodstream, a grave matter indeed. Urgently, he advocated for weekly blood transfusions and the complete removal of all fingernails and toenails. Curious about the procedure, I inquired further, only to be met with a grim description involving the use of pliers to forcefully detach the nails from my fingers. Skepticism welled within me, but he insisted on prompt insurance communication to facilitate the transfusion process.

Exiting his office, I discarded the brochure without second thought. At home, I embarked on an intensive six-week journey of meditation. Every evening, I channeled energy into my fingers and toes, a practice informed by my familiarity with the Energy Cure protocol and various other energy and breathwork techniques. Progress began to materialize around the fourth week, as new nails emerged without any apparent traces of the previous condition. Unwavering in my belief in self-healing, I continued my efforts.

A pivotal meditation marked the culmination of this journey, wherein I visualized a profound connection between my feet and the Earth itself. This session flooded my body with an unprecedented surge of energy. As the six-week period concluded, my new nails exhibited perfection across my fingers and toes. Eager to share my progress, I scheduled another visit to the doctor. Their attempts to reach me for the recommended transfusion and nail removal had been persistent. Yet again, I found myself in the doctor’s room, accompanied by his assistant. Extending my fingers for inspection, the doctor appeared to be transfixed for what felt like an eternity. A gentle prompt from me finally snapped him out of his trance, and I casually remarked that I seemed to no longer require his proposed treatment. This confession intrigued him, leading him to inquire about my healing approach. When I explained my technique, he seemed incredulous, branding it as “impossible.” This reaction baffled me, as his response mirrored my earlier confusion. Asserting that self-healing is within everyone’s capacity, I conveyed my belief that we all possess the innate ability to heal ourselves. Regrettably, this declaration seemingly marked the end of his conventional practice, dismissing me as an anomaly.

Contrary to his skepticism, my subsequent journey has included the healing of a bulging disk in my neck, the reversal of a tooth ailment slated for a root canal during a transformative sound healing event, and the mending of a bone in my jaw. In my perspective, the healer resides within each of us, while I serve as a facilitator of energy.