Do you have psoraisis? I was cured from it. Doctors, even now, don’t know how to cure it, only treat it.
Still, it’s not a comfortable disease / condition. For some, it’s more than just embarassing. For women, psoriasis can morph into diabetes, but it can be a problem in many ways. Why and how is it ‘morphing’ into . . . . er that’s not saying it correctly . . . . how can it also ’cause’ diabetes? They don’t know.
I was sitting in a class and the lecturer pointed to about 10 people, one at a time, and informed us she could heal us. As the class ended, we gathered around her and began to ask questions. Mine was, “heal me of what?”
Her reply was: Psoriasis. You have psoriasis. I’d been sitting in about the 4th row of a lecture hall for about 250 students, but off to the right – not where she would have normally even noticed me. It was in the early 1970’s. Immediately, I looked at my shirt, to see if I’d bled through at my elbows; I hadn’t. I looked back at her questioningly. She said, with a smile on her face, anticipating my questioning how she knew and responded, “I could see it, in your aura.”
Often, the cracked skin on my elbow, or behind my knees, (the only places I had it) woud itch – even if I didn’t scratch it, it would sometimes crack and bleed through my clothes.
I believed in those things back then, but that’s another story. Even now, as I’ve become a fanatic Christian, I do not disbelieve these things – I just look at them differently. But that has to do with the acquiring of the ability – – – when the “power”, . . . to discern and heal, comes on someone, as a gift, without having sought it, it’s to be used, but one is NEVER to seek a gift like this.
The lady lecturer told me it was a “blood impurity”; she was a well-known, medicine “woman”? That sounds odd, that term – usually it’s a man, . . . . not this time, and she was from a Native American Tribe (or possibly more correctly – First Nation People) from a tribe in the state of Washington. The instructor had invited her to lecture, as part of the course.
The “Medicine Woman” instructed us to give her our names and addresses and put the name of the malady we had on the paper and she’d mail us capsules when she got home. For the two of us who had psoriasis, she instructed us to take all 16 of the capsules or it would return someday.
A week or so later, a small square box arrived; inside, 16 capsules and instructions to take 4 a day even if we had to wake to take them – not to go 8 hours without taking one. I followed her directions. The 4th day, I got horribly sick. Even though I opposed her, my girlfriend, who I’d been living with, flushed the remaining 3 or 4 capsules down the toilet. Later that day, both her two older daughters got as sick as I was, then she did; it was the flu, and had had nothing to do with the capsules. Why Suzi flushed them, I won’t guess, rather, put into print, . . . other than she didn’t trust the source; she too was a “witch”. Her forte’ as a witch had never been a positive one; it was more based on “knowing and gathering power” to use for her own purposes; she was an absolute beautiful knockout – a pure 9.o on a 10 scale, . . . plus, had a genius IQ – she told me so. (Though said tongue-in-cheek, I don’t doubt that; it’s her dominant way I’m criticising.) Why Suzi lived with me for 4.5 years, even with what I went through, . . . . (I won’t go into that here), but I still don’t regret it and wouldn’t give it up, if I had a chance! (Maybe one of my unrepentant sins, but I believe, I’m forgiven.)
It was a few months before I realized I no longer had had any psoriasis; with me, it would come and go; I’d already figured out . . . rather, strongly suspected, the psoraisis was related to my diet, but never had been able to isolate the cause.
The psoraisis didn’t come back in the late 1990’s, but it did, just as the Medicina Lady had foretold. I was extremely upset – enough so, I radically changed my eating habits. One of the things I quit totally, was eating red meat. It disappeared soon thereafter and has never come back. I cannot, for sure, say it was the meat, but I can, with confidence, say that there is a cure out there and that it’s wholistic, not pharmaceutical. Knowing that most cures, that become pharmaceuticals are “from” wholistic or botanical sources, I trust wholistic things now, maybe a bit more than maybe I should. Eventually, I added red meat back into my diet, and the psoraisis had never reoccurred.
If I could help you by recommending the “medicine woman” to you, I would . . . . or the instructor who’d invited her. She’d also told us, those gathered around her, that she personally picked the herbs after going into a trance and “seeing” what she should use. This kind of thing is forbidden in Christianity; it’s considered witchcraft – part of that is the connectedness and meanings of the root words. Maybe incorrectly, I suspect (as I said above), that it’s the seeking of it that makes it “witchcraft”.
Also of concern, are 1) there are many unethical people who have no business delving into this and one has to be careful who one trusts with one’s health – there are many quacks and dangerous people involved in healing of any kind, so don’t go off in search of this “cure” . . . . at least don’t w/o sincere caution and 2) the instructions in the bible, talk of how farmers (those who provide our food) are to practice their profession. It is NOT followed; therefore, the food supply is inadequate, inept depleated of nutrients: a) land is not allowed to lay fallow for a year b) synthetic fertilizers are used instead c) crops are not rotated, d) poisons are used to control pests, e) corporate farming is an endeavor of greed, . . . . etc.
I’d taped the entire quarter of the class with the instructor’s permission, but I loaned the tape to a friend and never got it back. The class was amazing and the knowledge I gained, was so phenominal, it has impacted how I look at life to this day.
I wish I could review a couple of the other lectures . . . . or as my mother would have said, “I’d give my eye teeth, to . . . ” I can’t; as if it were not to be shared, the information is gone.