The bone scan showed a stable result. The GBPS heart test, showed a drop in Heart functioning by five points. My parathyroid appeared to be outside normal range, normal range by almost four points. Normal range being 0.008 – 8.0, with mine being 11.9. I explained to the oncologist that rather than have any intervention, I would resolve this before my next appointment. The question was, “How will you do that”? I explained the Frequency Specific Microcurrent. It was not straightforward for a medically trained doctor to comprehend that a specific frequency existed for every part of the body. That frequency was the body’s normal vibratory state for that body part. In that moment I became very appreciative of what Homoeopathic Medicine had taught me about energy and vibration. This Ah-Ha moment probably unravelled a few more strands of DNA. My cancer count was within normal range at last! Best of all my weight was reducing slowly, by about one kilo per month.
Marion commented that the emotional body was required to bring in the third diamond. Prior to me achieving a step that others had reached within their own bodies, I valued this advice. It seemed to me that my body was choosing to do this through another bout of cleansing symptoms that lasted for five weeks. The physical route was my preference it seemed, as I developed a hacking cough, a compressed feeling in the chest, which rattled with detoxing fluid. The symptoms were almost as demanding as radiation therapy. One windy night the neighbour’s gate was banging in the wind, so sleep evaded me. Inserting ear plugs I found that my own chest was noisier than the gate! My FSM practitioner explained that the lungs in Chinese medicine relate to grief. My guide team confirmed that “symptoms of distress related to the lungs and abdomen, have cleansed the suppressed grief from the ending of your relationship, which has now finalised.” Marion was right, that third diamond required a shift from the emotional body. For me this shift was a transfer from the emotional body, into the physical body for clearing grief. Grief took the symptoms of a severe chest cold. It was through the physical body that I cleared old emotional and mental states.
I began to understand how to work with the body rather than against it. When the flow of energy was there I achieved so much, when it was not I slowed down to a stop. With a plan of action I could achieve so much. I reorganised my house, buying new pieces of furniture that exactly fitted the rooms. I minimised my possessions with the goal to live more simply. I went through every cupboard, every shelf, the house and the garage reorganising my life, just as the process that was downloading was reorganising me from within. The outside reflects the inside always. If you find yourself enthusiastically sorting cleaning and dispensing with possessions, know that your cellular body is being reorganised simultaneously. The body was co-operative. I achieved so much, and thoroughly enjoyed the results.
I experienced another period of intense fatigue, balanced by times of sustained energy, began. Food did not appeal to me at all. On waking I often saw the internal geometry as a fast spinning, pulsing cube-like pattern, which had colour and depth. It is hard to describe, yet so beautiful. Sometimes it was coloured, and this month it appeared as white light. It spun below the ceiling level and distorted the area around it. I knew this was my own internal geometry that I was being shown. The physical world went into slow motion as the pattern increased its speed. My internal energy intensified, and I wondered if I was going to fry my circuits. The walls pulsed and expanded. I wondered if the neighbours could see through my walls, as their molecular structure became transparent.
FSM was creating rapid nerve repair in the feet. I believe there may have been as much as a 20% increase in sensation and movement. Nerve repair had a rhythm – increase in pain with walking, a plateau of rest and then an increase in pain again. The repetitive pain exhausted me. Yet the result was that I was able to walk barefoot without pain. The tight band separating the old carbon cells from the new silicon zone was below the knees. It has taken a year to move from the top of the thigh to below the knee.
This month I became aware of a fluid, dripping down the back of my throat. When I am quiet, I can feel and hear this constant dripping like a tap that releases a drop at a time constantly. What is this?
“This elixir is the ambrosia of renewal. It is the immortal elixir that erodes your death program. It was what the so called gods fought for. It is the liquid keenly sought after by the alchemists to extend their lives, for they knew immortality was possible. They searched for it outside themselves, yet it is manufactured in a body that is undergoing continuous vibrational speed changes, which enable new programs like this one to rewrite the codes within every cell. This elixir, dear one, is your passage to a long and fruitful life.”
I am sleeping for as long as twelve hours. Mum was diagnosed with three small tumours; we are seeing the same oncologist.
Nerve repair this month was accompanied by leg cramps, which have been so strong that two or three days later I can still feel the echo of the cramp in the muscle. Large doses of Mag Forte did not prevent them. I felt that this was serious sensory repair. When nerves becomes active again and send a message across the synapse, it is feels like a shriek of pain. I welcomed every one, and celebrated! We are repairing! We are repairing, well done body, great job – pain hurt, ouch!
July: I experienced a feeling of immense compression, which is quite uncomfortable. A session on the Frequency Specific Micro-current machine helped, and I added another intention – To re-grow the bones removed by surgery. I believe it is quite possible to do that. ‘As you believe so shall it be done unto you’, I know this to be true. Nothing is impossible.
My thermostat which has been stuck on Oppressively Hot for seven years moved its arm to Chillingly Cold. My feet have become frozen like ice. Ugg boots are the only solution. I have worn them to the shops because I simply couldn’t take them off. Lucky the kids didn’t see me! When they were at school they told me if I arrived in woolen sheep skin boots, they would not acknowledge me as their mother! My gas heater took this opportunity to malfunction. I was without it for a week, during a cold snap with temperatures as low as 0.7. That was cold for Perth. Obviously, I was to truly experience being cold.
This last six weeks have been a sleeping marathon, to the extent that I am wondered if I was healthy. I looked and felt very fat. There was a change of feeling within the body chemistry. The writing says to “Expect your reshaping to begin at the time you cease the IV treatment, for these silicon cells which are your new cellular layer, protected you from any harm at all, from introduced substances that have been used to stabilize your condition”
The dripping at the base of the throat was continuous; the death hormone was still being reversed.
I heard a very high and loud whistle in my head before all the communications in the house, faltered. My mobile phone lost message bank, my land line failed and my computer jammed, just before the total eclipse! Was this the sign of the cellular change over?
At Mum’s 81st birthday, Bodhi, now four explained to us, after the family celebration that “Nan-Nan is losing her breathe, she has only baby breathes left”. When he parted from her to return home he threw a tantrum of significance. My sister explained that this was the same behavior, her daughter exhibited the last time she saw our grandmother. We knew what was before us. Mum confirmed this when her Eye Specialist explained that her sight had diminished. More sight loss was to be expected, he said. Mum said that she wouldn’t be here at the end of October to worry about that. Maybe Bodhi was right.
On July 15th the fourth anniversary of my paralysis, an electrician began to install new light fittings into my house! I am newly illuminated. An excellent anniversary upgrade!
A sharp, right-sided, morning headache accompanied the message that the second half of the centre diamond was being installed. The complete installation occurred the day that my phones were repaired. Renewed communication within the body, matched the renewed communication in the house. There was a mix of frustration and amusement as I was repeatedly shown what was occurring inside me, by the events that happen at home!
I flew to Broome to celebrate my birthday with my daughter and her family. Sam and Charlotte would join us too. It was a great family time with my birthday celebration at a Thai restaurant where Hannah had prepared the staff to sing happy birthday for me. Wonderful! The Shinju Festival was the best time to go to Broome, as I discovered the Wandjina stories which our European culture tell so differently. The dreaming lines, or the ley lines as we call them, cross the ocean to enter Australia along the Broome coast line. This has been a rich area for raw pearls. Through meeting one of the indigenous tour operators, I came to know that we are not two cultures, but one. Their dreams time stories, we explain through science. One of the art exhibitions showed that their creation stories are identical to ours. I felt a true belonging to them in this new found sense of oneness.
This was the second time I have had the onset of a cold or a clearing while in Broome. I felt miserable for a couple of days with big red itchy sandfly bites and a constantly streaming nose. By hovercraft we visited the dinosaur footprints. What a paradise for Bodhi to spend the first years of his life.
I arrived home in time for chemo the following morning. I spoke with Val about finishing the intravenous Herceptin. The protocol with this drug was that should I cease the treatment, it would not be made available to me again. It offered me cellular stability, as it sent a message via its monoclonal nature to every cancer cell to cease proliferation. This gave my new cells time to speed up and over take the diseased ones. That is how I thought of it. To choose my exit point with care was wise. Val using her iridology scope saw a tumour in my sternum the size of a frozen pea. ‘Not yet’, she said, ‘I don’t want you sabotaging what you have achieved’. Another three rounds was her advice, and then let’s check again. Three rounds meant nine weeks, as delivery was every three weeks. On I sailed, talking to the drug and informing the body prior to treatment, so it could go into its own ‘prepare-for-treatment’ mode.
Val saw that three quarters of the tumour in the sternum had gone. No doctor that I can recall ever picked this one up. One more treatment, wait three weeks and then schedule your final tests, was her advice. Oh no, I had already taken boxes of cupcakes into the chemo nurses, and armfuls of iris’s for their ward, as a farewell gesture. I came to love those nurses, who I saw more regularly than some of my family. It was four years of regular meetings, with memorable moments and diverse conversations; which I would miss. I recalled a Tuesday when they were jam packed after a Monday holiday. I thought I would fast track my conversation with my plastic bag of drugs to give them a few more moments. So I did my invocation faster than usual and handed the drug bag to one of the nurses. She stopped and looked at me with a stern expression and said “You didn’t do that properly; do it again. We are not in that much of a hurry.” I laughed aloud. She was serious.
I phoned and booked myself in for one last treatment. I would wait those three weeks before I requested the final tests. I was so sure the outcome would be exactly what I had waited for, for seven years.
I received the prompt to go Christmas shopping. It is October; this is very early and very unlike me to prepare for Christmas now. So I went shopping, with the thought that perhaps Mum was going to be my focus at Christmas time. These prompts were messages to action, brought about by the body. The body was now directing my timing.
The skin is itchy and dry. I want to scratch and scratch. All my life, my eyelids have been moist and oily, now they are dry. What are the silicon crystals in the skin doing? Even the temperature in my mouth is hot. There are unusual sensations around the operation site at the left breast and arm pit; tingling and a lot more feeling than there has been. Is it nerve repair?
My intention is to not only re-grow the missing rib bone, but to have two breasts the same size. The body is under instructions to do both of these tasks with ease and grace.
November: “Your personal time clocks were attuned by the crystal kingdom. It is their vibration that creates a resonance that sends into each and every cell of your body a tiny frequency, like a micro-current in miniature, to remind that cell of its attrition cycle. As you know, each of your cells has a finite life time and is replaced when its time is due. It is the crystal resonance that determines this cycle. What you will begin to see is a lengthening of the attrition cycle until each cell has its own elastic quality, no longer attuned to any resonance at all, but independently functioning as if on an inexhaustible long life battery”. I embraced that concept with enthusiasm.
In 2001 Helen McCarthy asked loudly and vehemently to be shown how the visible and the invisible work together. Be careful what you ask for.
In the middle of that year she experienced an epiphany. A loud voice shouted the same sentence into her head twice. That sentence made little sense at the time; yet was a premonition of what was to come. She was about to live the answer to her question through a cancer diagnosis.