All Things Are Possible, If You Believe...

Today, just as many of my days these past couple of months, has been exceptionally marvelous. I bask in the joy of it! Two weeks ago I submitted myself for a test to see whether I had the "genetic mutated gene" (BRCA1 and BRCA2) for breast cancer. Being the family member with breast cancer, it was necessary for me to take the test foremost to determine if the cancer I was challenged with was genetically linked. If so, then it would be necessary for my daughter, siblings, and other relatives to be tested to see if the mutation had also developed with them or skipped them. (hmmm...) Well, the test was negative. No one else needs to be tested. Clearing cancer from the family line was just made easier. Oh yeah, I believe it can be cleared. When I was first informed that I had cancer I looked at the history of all the family members that had moved on from this plane of existence to see what the commonality was. I didn't know about the mutated gene at the time and it didn't matter, for it is irrelevant. Cancer ran rampid in my family. In fact, with the exception of my father's father, brother, sister and my cousin Allen, I don't know of anyone in the family moving on for any other reason outside of cancer. Interestingly enough, as I explore the varying dear loses I was to discover that there was little commonality in the cancers that they had. There was Leukemia, Lung, Breast, Brain, etc. All different. Where I did find the commonality was in extreme stress and buried emotional duress. I guess you could call us the "grin and bear it" clan. Wow, I thought and realized that I had many traumas that I had not released and moved through life as though it never happened. But these things did happen and when left unattended they do fester and compress with each occurence, each ignoring of the feelings, etc. press down as garbage in a trash compactor only to have the fumes later infiltrate the spirit then the body. Oh &%*#, I thought and through time was led to methodologies which were instrumental in clearing the "funk" and replenishing myself with the frequency of a rose! I will share specifics about these modalities in my future blogs, but want now to continue the story of my experiences at the Agape Transformational Conference in 2003. The conference was phenomenal. By this time I had decided to live and author my own life. The line-up for the conference was phenomenal. The line-up included Ilyanla Vanzant (http://www.innervisionsworldwide.com/), Gregg Braden (http://www.greggbraden.com/), Jean Houston (http://www.jeanhouston.org/), Rev. Sheila McKeithen (http://www.utruthcenter.org/) just to name a few were there imparting their wisdoms upon us and through us. It was a most joyous event. As each one came off the stage I approached them in groupie fashion, different however for I was quickly sharing my story and asking for guidance and support. (Initially I thought I had to go it alone until one day I had the good fortune to read one of John Randolph Price's (http://www.johnrandolphprice.com/) book in which he stated that sometimes you need the light and support of others to increase your own light. I was about increasing my light that day and bombarded each with my story, my condition and my request for Support! Just wanted some direction. With the exception of Dr. McKeithen (who shared she once had the issue of blood like the woman in the bible) each suggested I sign up for their prayer lists. But Dr. McKeithen gave me direction. After she recollected herself from my blunt force reporting, she guided me to attend classes at a church which happened to be back in Maryland, around the corner from where I lived--One God One Thought Center for Better Living (http://www.onegodonethought.org/). It was to be my foundational learning and penetration of the illusion that I had been living. (more to come...) Sozos, Myra