Getting Something Off My Chest...
I've kept this secret to myself and a small circle of close friends, as I didn't want to invite any negative energy to it.
But now it's time to tell you the whole story...
When I had my emergency appendectomy last January, the doctors did a routine c-scan and discovered a strange growth inside my chest, between my lungs.
That wasn't news I expected.
The doctor delivered it to me like it was a death sentence.
I had to take another c-scan to learn the growth was potentially dangerous. While the radiologists and the doctors couldn't say for certain, they suspected it could be a deadly form of lymphoma.
The doctors sent me to a cancer specialist, who saw me the next day and wanted to do a biopsy the very next day after that.
Why were they moving so quickly?
Why did they want a biopsy done so soon?
They didn't bother to tell me the biopsy might in fact be more dangerous than the growth in my chest. A biopsy can break up the tumor and cause it to travel to new areas in the body. It's not always the best thing to do.
I decided to not do it, though it was not an easy decision to make.
What if I were wrong?
You can't imagine how the thought of having cancer can ruin your day. Even with mental discipline, being told you could have cancer is enough to make anyone shake.
I cancelled trips, such as one to Canada for a book signing and interviews. I couldn't handle the flights, the three days of work, the people, the traffic, the questions, all while still recovering from emergency surgery and now carrying the stress of cancer on my mind.
I found it hard to focus on work at home, too, though I did the best I could and still came out with new books, such as Buying Trances: A New Psychology of Sales and Marketing.
I went on Larry King live, for my five minutes of fame, but I was distracted by my concerns. I don't think I looked my best. I dragged into the studio and dragged out of it.
That's not all, of course.
Being in waiting rooms surrounded by people who definitely have cancer and are in various forms of decay is not pleasant or pretty, either.
And I was sitting among them.
I was possibly one of them.
How was I going to get out of this one?
The first thing I did was feel my emotions.
I admit that being told by a cancer specialist that the growths in my chest are not natural, no matter what they are, was unsettling, to say the least.
I left there with tears in my eyes.
I drove home feeling depressed.
I felt very alone.
But along the drive home I got my second wind. I remembered my books, my talks, the movie The Secret, the power of the Law of Attraction -- and I took matters into my own hands.
I was not going to be a victim.
I was not going to mindlessly bow to authority.
So I stated an intention: I would heal whatever I had.
I didn't know how.
But I would figure it out along the way.
By the time I got home, I felt a renewed sense of power. I went online and shot off emails to people who I felt could help me.
Some people were close friends for emotional support.
Some people were resources who knew healers or alternative methods of healing.
I basically shook the trees to create an army of support to help me.
Obviously, I took a lot of action.
I didn't get overnight results, though.
I worked with one healer who thought I was healed after three phone sessions with him. He encouraged me to get another c-scan. He felt my tumors were gone.
I scheduled the c-scan -- which cost me two thousand dollars -- and submitted myself to the test again.
But the growth in my chest had not changed at all.
I was very disappointed.
I wasn't going to give up, though.
I re-stated my intention and moved forward.
Joe Sugarman of BluBlocker sunglasses fame told me about a product that could potentially dissolve cancerous tumors. It's a protected form of glutathione, a powerful antioxidant. I immediately asked for it and began to take it.
I also asked myself what in me attracted the health challenge.
After all, if we attract everything, how did I attract this?
I write about the method I used to clear myself in my forthcoming book, The Key.
In short, I focused on forgiving myself and others. I focused on letting go of resentment so I could release any stuck energy in my body and again be at a place of health; of peace.
I used the tumors as a spiritual awakening. They became a device for me to realize my power of choice. They became a gift.
And all of this continued until last Thursday morning.
That's when I went in for an MRI, to see how I was doing.
I didn't like the MRI.
I was slid into a tube.
Might as well call it a coffin.
It's a tight fit, it's an enclosed space, I can't move or even fidget, and I had to wear headphones that delivered non-stop country music -- my least favorite music -- into my ears.
I also had to be in that slim-jim tube for over thirty minutes, which is tough when you can't move at all and all you can hear is music you don't like.
I spent my time cleaning and clearing myself using the Zero Limits method.
I spent thirty minutes saying "I love you" to whatever was listening.
I left the MRI disoriented and weak.
I hadn't eaten.
I hadn't had coffee.
And I just went through a rough time with all that country music.
But later Thursday night I got the results.
You can't imagine my relief when I got the news.
Finally - after three months of waiting - it was clear that I do not have cancer.
The swollen nodes in my chest are still there but harmless; probably there because at one time in the last three years they fought off an infection in my body. They are heroes for helping me stay healthy. They in fact needed appreciated; even loved.
They are not cancerous and any sign of cancer is gone.
After three months of living with the idea that I had cancer, my intention and my work cleared up the inner problem.
What's left is health and well being.
What I learned from all this is that all is well.
The swollen nodes in my chest are still swollen and still the same size, which means there may never have been a problem in the first place, as they never enlarged.
But it could also mean everything I did -- from the healers I worked with to the inner work I did on myself to the new form of glutathione I took -- all helped me stop anything from getting worse.
Whatever the case, I'm well, and far more improved, awake, alive, and aware than I was before this adventure.
My message to you is this:
don't be a victim, be a victor;
don't focus on what you don't want, focus on what you do want;
don't assume what you want to change is bad, it may actually be good for you;
don't sit and wait for things to happen, take action, any inspired action, to get things started;
and always maintain hope.
PS -- The new glutathione product Joe Sugarman told me about, which I still use and plan to always use, is described at
www.stemcellproductsllc.com/protected-glutathione.htm It's called Protectus 120™. I don't receive a dime for mentioning it to you. I'm not even sure they are selling it yet. But I wanted you to know the information, as I know somebody will be curious about it.
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