Deepak, however, asked a question that no one else was asking at that time: ‘If it’s true that our cells are constantly renewing themselves, why is it that, for example, a liver that is riddled with cancer in January is still diseased in June? If the cells of the liver are completely new every six weeks, why isn’t the liver completely healed?’
What he postulated at the time, and what has subsequently been verified by more current scientific research, is that stored inside the degenerative cells is suppressed cell memory – some unresolved emotional trauma or limiting pattern. Before the degenerative cells die, they pass on their programming, their consciousness, to the next cells being born. So the new cells are created as exact replicas of the old degenerative cells. The cell memory is passed on from one cell generation to the next.
What Deepak discovered in the case of successful survivors of serious illness is that if they opened into the boundless potential, the infinite body wisdom, the awareness that is responsible for making your heart beat and your hair grow, and if they got access to the specific cell memory and cleared it out, the programming was interrupted and was not passed on to the next cell generation. Fresh, regenerative cells were born devoid of the previous programming, and cellular healing was the result.
I had read all this research and knew absolutely that cellular healing was possible, but up to that point no one had given us a method! How do you get access to that infinite potential? And after you’ve done that, how do you access the right cell memory? You can learn all the science you want, you can listen to all the theories out there, but it’s one thing to know and understand a theory and it’s quite another to have a practical step-by-step method that works.
I had made an agreement with my surgeon that if, in four weeks’ time, the tumour hadn’t significantly healed, then I would let her do what she felt was urgently needed – which was to surgically remove it. This, of course, went against everything I believed in and had learned from alternative medicine. I simply had to buy myself some time to see if I could heal naturally.
Well, I was three weeks into my healing journey. Up to that point I’d done everything I knew to help my body heal: I’d taken herbs and homoeopathic remedies; I’d received colonic irrigation and massage every other day; I’d done emotional release work and neuro-linguistic programming (NLP) work; I’d meditated; I’d refined my diet to the most cleansing food intake possible – 100 per cent fresh and raw organic fruit and vegetables with loads of freshly-squeezed juices; I’d taken enzymes and colloidal minerals – I’d done everything! I looked vibrantly healthy, but my tummy was still as hard as a rock, stretched as taut as a drum, and I still looked five months pregnant.
I began to despair that I would never find a way to get access to the cell memory. I knew for certain that part of my healing would lay in uncovering that emotional block, yet no one had published a ‘how-to’ guide.
I was lying on a massage table, still having seen no measurable result, and I felt like a complete failure. I didn’t know where to turn, or even what questions to ask anymore. I’d tried everything I knew in the natural health field and still had not succeeded. I felt deeply sorry for myself and was overcome with hopelessness. I had run out of options. I had no more answers, and something inside me just gave up. All striving finished, I just lay there in complete surrender, in total innocence.
Unexpectedly, I began to feel the room fill with a palpable presence of peace. It was as if I was soaking in a bath of stillness. In that stillness I heard myself spontaneously pray, ‘Please, somehow, let me be guided to uncover that cell memory and complete with it. Please let me be guided to heal.’ Then, lying there, unmoving, in the pure innocence of not knowing what else to do, spontaneously I was guided directly into the tumour.
What I uncovered was an old familiar memory of childhood violence. Immediately my thinking mind checked in and chastised me, saying, ‘It can’t be that memory! You know all about that one – you went through years of therapy clearing that old stuff.’ ‘Been there, done that, got the T-shirt!’ said my thinking
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