Herbal Remedy Webinar

Because I’m passionate about natural health and remedies, I am passing this information along to people I love – YOU!

There is an herbal remedy webinar coming up next week. If you sign up, you can watch tons of videos and get some handouts. No cost or obligation.

Here is the website: https://remedy.thesacredscience.com/register-g?cookieUUID=9e456d51-f850-460f-bf68-c483ec9fd5e8

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Straight from that website:

HERE’S WHAT YOU’LL DISCOVER:

EPISODE 1: THE QUEST FOR LOST MEDICINE

  • Why 82% of the world uses herbs and other natural medicines FIRST
  • How the carriers of this ancient knowledge were suppressed, persecuted and sometimes even killed for practicing their traditional healing arts (many of them women).
  • The insidious industry that is holding our healthcare system hostage and preventing us from accessing natural alternatives (hint: it’s NOT Big Pharma)
  • It’s time to bring this powerful knowledge back to the people.

EPISODE 2: THE INVISIBLE SEEDS OF DISEASE – STRESS AND ANXIETY

  • The “Queen of the Herbs” that makes you calmer, more energized, balances your emotions and hormones, and even helps with bad breath
  • How one of the most powerful plants in the Ayurvedic tradition of India evaporates anxiety without a trace… AND improves libido and sleep quality.
  • A family of herbs that is prized for their borderline miraculous ability to balance our minds and bodies out and make us more resilient to stress and anxiety

EPISODE 3: HEALING YOUR IMMUNE SYSTEM AND THE MIRACLE OF THE MICROBIOME

  • Why our immune system is far more than just white blood cells and antibodies. Exploring the TRILLIONS of helper organisms we have within us and how to nourish them.
  • A super simple remedy for stopping autoimmune cycles in their tracks by “breaking the feedback loop”
  • What most people are doing wrong when it comes to this common herbal remedy for cold and flu… PLUS the supercharged herbal combo that makes for an extra-potent immunity boost

EPISODE 4: HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTION: HOW TO SHARPEN MEMORY, CLARITY, AND FOCUS

  • The wild herb treasured by Elephants, the most intelligent animal on the planet, that is a healing breakthrough for our brain function
  • A simple garden herb that is more effective than most prescriptions for improving memory and focus
  • The rare Ayurvedic herb that allowed an autistic child to speak for the first time in a decade.
  • The vital connection between your heart and your brain.

EPISODE 5: THE SILENT EPIDEMIC: LYME DISEASE

  • The 3 herbs that turned the tables for my own son, PLUS the correct dosages for kids and adults
  • When to take antibiotics for Lyme… and when NOT to take them.
  • How to use green medicines to strengthen the good bacteria
  • A revolutionary new way of healing chronic lyme from the man who literally wrote the book on it.

EPISODE 6: RAISING YOUR ENERGY RESERVES, GETTING BETTER SLEEP AND PREVENTING FATIGUE

  • An “adaptogenic” herb that has been used in Russia for centuries for youthful energy, higher stamina, agility and clarity
  • An herb that will give you more energy than coffee and a ton of other health benefits – without the jitters or anxiety
  • How to get deep, restorative sleep using and herbal formula that is safe and easy to find.

EPISODE 7: THE SECRET ORIGINS OF PAIN AND HOW TO DISSOLVE IT

  • An ancient Chinese herbal remedy for joint and muscle pain that works in minutes
  • A deep dive into the most powerful herb on the planet for inflammation and how it also works to dissolve pain in the body
  • An ancient herb nick-named “boneset” that repairs arthritis, muscle pain and joint damage
  • The one food-herb that you should stay away from if you are prone to migraine headaches and the right herbs to get rid of them.

EPISODE 8:  HEALTHY HEARTS AND HAPPY MINDS: SOLVING CARDIOVASCULAR DISEASE AND DEPRESSION

  • A red berry that is scientifically proven to support healthy heart function, lower blood pressure and improve circulation
  • A far-eastern herbal formula that strengthens the heart, as well as lower regions of our body that can be negatively impacted by poor blood flow
  • 3 medicinal spices that have been added to dishes for millennia to nourish the heart and prevent blood disorders.

EPISODE 9: CANCER: REVERSING THE MOST DREADED DISEASE OF OUR TIME

  • The promising herbal breakthroughs for cancer that are coming out of China and why 45% of cancer patients are using plant-based treatments.
  • Remarkable natural healing stories of individuals who used green medicine to turn the tables on their illness.
  • How to use specific herbs in combination with modern cancer therapies to get the best of both worlds.
  • Refreshing ancient perspectives on this devastating disorder and its underlying causes

*BONUS EPISODE* ON… INTIMATE CONNECTIONS: HORMONES, SEX, AND REPRODUCTIVE HEALTH

  • The 2 “bedroom herbs” that have been used for thousands of years to stimulate the senses, improve blood flow and enhance romance
  • Breakthrough herbal philosophies around intimacy and fertility – why your body needs to be vital and in full balance in order to procreate
  • The one herb that every woman should be taking during menopause to reduce hot flashes and balance hormones
  • 2 herbalists who have an 85% success rate at helping women become pregnant (after everything else hasn’t worked) – and how they do it

DIY Anti-Bacterial Spray

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I’ve written previously about my concern over the amount of chemicals we are exposed to. Our bodies are fearfully and wonderfully made, and we have the God-gifted ability to overcome a lot of different kinds of assaults on our systems. But, at some point, we wear down our immune system; we overload it (think Scotty, from Star Trek: “She canna take much more, Captain!”).

When we wear down our immune system, our adrenal system, our elimination system; and don’t take care to build it up, then we develop faults: little things start slipping through, we notice something’s a bit off, and we think, “Eh. Our bodies break down. I’ll get over it.”

But we’re not getting over things like we used to. It’s not necessarily because we get old. Younger people are becoming afflicted with ailments that used to be relegated only to the elderly. Autoimmune system disorders are rampant. Mental illness is rampant. Cancers, infections, and other life-taking or life-changing diseases are sucking the abundant life out of us.

We don’t have to expose ourselves to the amount of artificial and chemical substances that we often do. Shampoos, conditioners, lotions, deodorants, hair styling products, shower soaps and gels, toothpastes, eye drops, cleaning products, laundry cleaners and fresheners, bug sprays, sunscreens, make-up, air sprays, scented candles, and perfumes all contain an alarming number and alarming types of chemicals that our bodies have to fight against.

I’m tellin’ ya: THEY’RE NOT ALL GOOD FOR YOU! Don’t believe the advertising.

If you believe any of the following about artificial products, please consider getting over it:

  • “I love the smell of it on my hair / skin.”
  • “My skin feels so soft when I use it.”
  • “My hair looks so good when I use this.”
  • “This is the only product that gives me the look I want.”
  • “My clothes smell so fresh!”
  • “Everyone else uses stuff like this.”
  • “It says it’s good for me.”
  • “I can’t have my home smelling stale like this; I have to use it.”
  • “I want people around me to enjoy this scent as much as I do. I want them to know this is ME.”

Since developing conditions, myself, I have done a lot of reading. Much of it has been on the Internet. I know, I know: Who can believe what you read on the Internet?? But I have found several reputable people who spread the good word(s) about living cleaner, healthier lives:

Most of these knowledgeable, helpful people offer an abundance of free advice, remedies, and recipes.  I subscribe to e-newsletters from them, and get all kinds of helpful information. (Most also offer their tips on Facebook pages.) Just to highlight one, here is a page-ful of DIY, healthy, cleaning products: https://naturallivingfamily.com/category/cleaning/

And here is a recipe I use (one I made from a conglomeration of other recipes I read) for an anti-bacterial spray. Well, that’s the name for it, anyway, but it has many other uses.

Use a glass spray bottle. This recipe has essential oils, and the oils eat through plastic.

Prepare a 50/50 mix of witch hazel and vodka, enough so that it almost fills your spray bottle.

Into the bottle, put clove, peppermint, and orange essential oils.

You will need to shake the bottle every time you use it.

  • 2-ounce glass spray bottle
  • ¾ ounce vodka
  • ¾ 1 ounce witch hazel (or water)
  • 20 drops clove essential oil
  • 25 drops peppermint essential oil
  • 25 drops orange essential oil
  • ¼ teaspoon sunflower lecithin (optional: this is an emulsifier; if you add it, you don’t have to shake it so much every time)

Directions: Add all ingredients to the spray bottle. Shake well before and during use. This lasts around 6 months at room temperature.

This is an antiviral, antimicrobial, antifungal spray. It’s great for when someone in the house is sick – spray it on everything* (but not on skin – too concentrated).

I use this for the normal ew-germs-kill-it spots, like door handles, toilet, etc. I also spray it on our pillow cases in the morning when I want to freshen them up, along with any bedding.

I use this, too, anywhere I don’t want spiders coming in (clove and peppermint, especially, are good spider repellants).

Good for kitchen counters, wonky-smelling dishcloths (or face cloths in the bathroom).

Good air freshener; it will neutralize odors. This smells great, but make another bottle if you don’t like it, and use other essential oils (like geranium, ylang ylang, Frankincense, or other scents you like). Whatever oils you use for an air freshener will have healing properties, and you can substitute them in the same recipe with the vodka and witch hazel.

Spray on a cloth to wipe computer keyboards, light switch plates.

Spray on clothing to freshen up.*

*CAUTION: Do not spray on wood surfaces. I sprayed this onto my clothing that I hadn’t worn for a while (just kinda musty), while they were in the drawer. The ingredients break down any lacquer or finish on the wood. My clothing smelled like old lacquer.

Also CAUTION: Do not spray onto skin. The essential oils are too concentrated in this mixture, and will irritate skin. That said, if you get some on you while using it, you don’t have to freak out. Don’t spray directly onto skin. If you get quite a bit on you, wipe or rinse it off.

Playing Around with George

So I added a story to my blog site, on a separate page. I haven’t done this before, so I don’t know if followers get a notification that I added anything.

The new page is a link at the top of my blog site, The Mystery of George. Here’s the link: https://maggietiggles.wordpress.com/the-mystery-of-george/

Does anything show up in your notifications? I’m thinking of doing something like this for my Maggie Tiggles story – making a separate page.

A Question of Angels

You know how, as you’re reading the Bible, sometimes you skim over parts of it as you’re focusing on another aspect?

So this morning I’m reading, and there’s Genesis 3.24: So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life.

And I got to thinking about those angels guarding the east of the garden of Eden, and the flaming sword.

Have those angels been hanging around since Adam and Eve left, flashing that sword any time someone comes near?

Or do battles rage there? Do Satan’s armies fiercely want entrance, do they want humans to be able to enter, so that maybe someone could eat of that Tree of Life? There has never been an immortal sinner. Praise God, He did not let us eat of that Tree of Life, and condemn ourselves to eternity in our flesh.

These are the things that wander about in my head sometimes…

Every Perfect Gift (Part 2 of 2)

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Luke’s thoughts drifted to several times when he’d really bungled it, and he groaned.  “Please, Lord, just direct me.  I need you.  Amen.”

The next night was their date night.  Once a week, Luke and Tess made sure to clear their schedules of all else, to devote time to one another.  Whatever they did together, and however things panned out, they’d made a pact to always close in prayer before they went their separate ways for the night.  Luke and Tess had both confessed that they were glad they’d made the pact during the pink-and-rosy times, because there had sure been times they could have parted differently, and there had been some few prayers muttered between clenched teeth.  Tonight, however, both were really glad to see each other, and their eyes shone.

They were meeting at Tess’ apartment, and she’d prepared a simple dinner for them.  They chatted as they ate, about nothing in particular, and there was just a little spraying of water and snapping of towels as they washed the dishes up.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Luke suggested, as he held his hand out to her.  Tess searched his eyes, and shyly took it.  Luke wondered if she knew something was up, too.

They strolled to their favorite park in the evening twilight.  Luke escorted her to a bench, sat next to her, took her hands, and looked at her.  He saw a hard swallow as she looked down.

“Tess,” he began, “you know I love you.  You know I love the Lord more than I love you, and I know the same about you.  We both know where we’ve each come from; some of it ain’t pretty, but God has meant it for good, to bring us together.”  He paused, not knowing where to go, searching for words.  Tess looked up at him.  Now he looked down, and let go her hands.  “Tess, we’ve talked about marriage before, and I’ve never sensed that you’re sure, that it’s what you really want.  I don’t want to push you into anything, and I don’t want you running away, but I just feel that I have to say something.”

He looked again at Tess.  She swallowed again, but was silent.  Dared he think her eyes reflected hope?

“Okay,” he started again.  “I had this idea.”  He reached into his shirt pocket.  “I brought my lucky coin.”  He locked eyes with her.

“Heads we get married, tails we break up.”

Tess looked at the coin, looked at Luke, and smiled.  It was a great, huge, joyful smile.  She knew that coin, that old Roman coin, Luke’s lucky silver coin from his father.  The one with the head of Zeus on one side, and the head of Jupiter on the other.  “Go for it!” she said.

Epilogue

Luke and Tess were again seated on their favorite park bench.  Luke reached into his shirt pocket.

“Remember that lucky coin?” he asked.

Tess smiled and nodded.

“It’s in this little box.” he said, and opened it.  Inside was an exquisite ring, detailed with diamond and ruby.

“We believe in one God, the Father Almighty,” he went on: “not in luck or false gods.  I had that coin melted down, and now it symbolizes the unbroken circle of our love.  Proverbs 31 asks, ‘Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.’  Tess, you are far above rubies, but I hope this symbolizes the infinite value I place upon you.”  He took her hand, and slid the ring onto her finger.  “And the diamond, well, …”

Tess beheld her beloved through mizzled eyes.  “This diamond is forever,” she finished, “and I will wear it forever, as my pledge of love and respect for you.”

*photo from http://www.alamy.com/

Every Perfect Gift (Part 1 of 2)

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James1.17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.

Luke turned back to that verse again.  James, chapter one, had been the topic in their Bible Study group last night, and verse 17 had jumped out at him.  His thoughts had gone immediately to Tess, and he’d looked over at her, wondering if she had sensed it, too.  Not evidently.

Now he was prepping for their next Bible study already.  They only met once a week, but God was tapping him on the shoulder.  In Chapter two, it happened again: For whoever keeps the whole law but fails in one point has become accountable for all of it.  Luke knew that: he’d known Jesus as his Savior for ten years now, and had jumped into God’s Word with both feet, no turning back.  Today, though, he was seeing this verse with a new perspective.  He was thinking of Tess, and he was pretty sure God had brought his thoughts there.  To know what to do, and not do it – that would be to dishonor God.

Luke and Tess had met as sophomores in a study group – Shakespeare, of all things.  She’d helped him limp through that one, and, although from almost antithetical backgrounds, they’d found in each other kindred spirits.  They shared all kinds of interests, from sports (he had a pretty good batting average and she had a mean hook shot) to coins (both their fathers had had coin collections).  From friendship had come deeper feelings.  Now, both in their last semesters, they had tailored their classes and activities to spend as much time together as possible.  Luke had known for the past year that Tess was The One; had known with all his heart, without a doubt.  He’d prayed about it often, and it was during times like right now, when he was talking with God, that he knew it the hardest.

Tess was skittish, though.  Luke could understand that.  She’d had a rough time of it in her home, growing up with alcoholism and divorce and death.  Luke was excited at the joy and peace he saw in her as she grew in her faith.  They’d talked about marriage several times, of course.  At first, just skirting the perimeters, dabbling, speaking in the most general of terms.  More recently, conversations had turned much more personal, and timelines had been touched upon.  Tess still seemed evasive and nervous.

Luke knew God must be working in her heart, just like God was working in his.  When he thought of asking Tess to marry him, his heart jumped, and he had that sharp feeling in his gut that he always got when he knew it was God.  Was it time?  Now?

Luke folded his hands over his Bible, and bowed his head.  “Lord, I think You’re telling me that it’s time to ask Tess.  You know my heart, and you know how much I want it – I think You put that desire in me.  I’m praying, Lord, that You are also working in Tess, and that this is Your perfect timing.  If it isn’t, if I’m reading You wrong, please let me know.  I don’t want to do something really stupid.  ‘Cause You know I do that.”  Luke’s thoughts drifted to several times when he’d really bungled it, and he groaned.  “Please, Lord, just direct me.  I need you.  Amen.”

The next night was their date night.

To be continued…

*photo from http://www.alamy.com/

Realio Trulio Spring!

We’ve had a long, hard winter in our neck of the woods. At last, spring is here! I rejoice!

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It’s Spring, realio and trulio!

We seek the blue sky, faces aglow.

Tiny buds with petals so coy,

Fresh breezes and rain our senses employ.

 

Oh, the joy, the ecstasy, the mind-freeing new birth!

The wonders peeking out from fresh and moist earth.

Gray skies and blue, clouds dark or white,

Paint us all over with God’s creative might.

 

Such magnificence leads me to bow in awe,

To dance with glee and shout, “Hurrah!”

And to praise Him in His might and grace,

And thank Him for this pleasant place.

 

Psalm 16.6 The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.

Change Your Past (Revisited)

Originally posted Sept 1, 2018

Change Your Past

I’ve heard so many times that we can’t change the past. While I agree that we cannot change the events that actually happened, we can change our perspectives, our attitudes, and our emotions in relation to events.

I have my own memories, good and bad. I’ve re-written many of them. Consider the following scenarios, as they may reflect anyone’s memories (plug in your own):

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That so-called friend who didn’t stick up for me: I didn’t know she was afraid to say something, that she thought of five great things to say later, but thought it was too late, so she never said anything, and she really missed my friendship after that, even though she felt she deserved me ditching her.

That time I said those hurtful things to my neighbor: they really were hurtful, and I meant to hurt her. But I can look back at that now, see that, even though I thought (and still think) that she deserved it, I was hurtful. I can apologize and ask for her forgiveness. If I can’t do that with her, at least I can confess to God.

That one who abused me, over and over and over: It was wrong, he was twisted. I hated him. I can forgive him, even though I will never trust him or tell him; and I can grieve what was lost for him and for me.

All those times I failed my child: I can tell him how proud I am of him; I can ask forgiveness for issues I remember or that he brings up. I can tell him and show him I love him.

That parent who was never really a parent: I didn’t know what he (or she) went through as a child, what was learned, the situations impossible to handle; maybe I never got it that he (or she) was simply incredibly selfish, that it was never about me, always about him (or her).

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While we are stuck with the memories, God’s gift is that we can soften the edges; we can change how we remember; we can receive or ask or bestow forgiveness; God can work in the hearts of others, and in us.

Those personal memories I mentioned: some of them still hurt. I’m still embarrassed by some of them. Anger still sparks. I’m working on them. How do I work? I bring them to God. As I wrestle with the thoughts, the condemnation in my head, I bring the fight to God.

I got hurt. I hurt others.

God can redeem!

And, while God may change my heart, how I see things, how I handle memories; I may not see a change in the heart or attitude of the person I’m dealing with. That’s okay. Yes, really. I can ask forgiveness, and it may or may not be given. I may forgive someone, with or without telling that person, and the relationship may evidence no change. That’s okay.

Because God is in control. My responsibility is to stand before God with a clear conscience. I do all that I can to fulfill that, and leave the rest to Him.

So yes, I believe we can change our past, through obedience to God, letting Him work in our minds and hearts and attitudes.

Because God can redeem.

Leona’s Secret (Revisited)

Fictional story originally posted Sept 10, 2018

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I received an interesting call this summer. The caller identified herself as Leona Green and said she hoped I didn’t mind that she got my number from the phone book.

“I saw your picture at the Fair,” she said, “and it brought back so many memories. The one of the old truck. May I ask where you took that picture?”

I replied that I’d found the rusty old relic in the Hills one day when I’d been hiking.

“Do you think it’s still there?” she queried.

“Very likely,” I said. “It looked like it had been there for a while. It’s on forest service land, off a dirt road.”

There was a long pause, and I wondered if I should say something to fill the gap. Finally she spoke. “I’d like to ask a big favor of you, but I think we should meet first. Do you live in town?”

I told her the area where I lived, and she chuckled. “Why, that’s just down the road from where I am at Clarkson.”

“The assisted living?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s the one, on Maple Street. Would you like to visit?”

Since I’m retired, we agreed to meet in a half hour. I got ready and drove the short distance, bringing the picture with me. She met me at the front desk and took me to her neat-as-a-pin room. I handed her the picture.

“Oh, my. I really wonder if it’s the same one.” She sighed as she held the photo and stared intently at it. She looked up at me. “I used to know someone with a truck like that. It was painted green at the time.”

She asked me about who I was, and we chatted and compared notes until we’d arrived at a few common friends and acquaintances. She had a quick wit and lively sense of humor, and we were enjoying one another’s company when she suddenly peered intently at me. “Are you up for a little adventure?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Uh, maybe.” When dealing with a 97-year-old, one should never jump right into anything without seeing a few yards ahead.

“How would you like to take me on a drive, and we can go see that truck?”

I did a short mental calculation, looking at the clock: 45 minutes to get there, a few minutes to look at it, then back should still get her home in time for her meal. “Are you sure?”

“It’s a beautiful day!” she exclaimed. “Why not?”

A half hour later we were winding our way up the highway on a hot summer day, Leona’s walker folded in the back seat. I knew right where the truck was, and drove straight to it. We parked on the side of the dirt road, her passenger side window giving her a clear view of the truck.

She turned her head to look at me. “I’m going to push my luck and ask you for another favor. I’d try it myself, but I’m too old and too short.” She pointed to the truck. “The windows are all gone, so you should be able to reach right through that opening, on this side – the passenger side. There’s a lever you can push, if it’ll still move. It opens the air vent. If you get in there, you might find a box. Could you do that?”

“You bet,” I answered, my door already half open. It was an easy task to reach my arm into the truck. Not so easy was the lever she’d mentioned. It was big enough to get a good grip, and I yanked and pulled until it gave way. I hesitated only a split second before my hand entered the dark slot, but found her little box immediately. I drew it out and brought it to her. We both sat in the car while she dusted the box tenderly. She cupped it between her hands for a good five minutes, then opened it. We both gasped. It held a diamond ring.

She pointed at the truck again. “That’s a 1934 Chevy pickup. See the hand crank out front? It used to belong to a Mr. Dewey Nelson and it was green. He was 24 when I knew him, and he’d bought it used. The spring before I turned 17, he asked me to marry him. I was absolutely dizzy in love! He was so much older than I was.” She smiled at me. “Of course, it’s that way when you’re young, you know. Twenty-four, for heaven’s sake!

“Well, I said yes, and he gave me this ring. Isn’t it beautiful? But we didn’t want anyone to know yet, not until after I turned 17, so we kept it a secret. I wouldn’t wear the ring except when we went out together. When he dropped me off at home, we’d put it back in its wee little box, and we had that cunning hidey spot for it in the truck, inside the air vent.”

She was quiet for a minute or two, remembering. She looked up at me again, this time with tears in her eyes. “About a month after we were engaged, I got word that he’d been killed in an accident. We had one of those spring snow storms, and the roads were terrible. He missed a curve. No seat belts in those days, of course.” She shook her head. “What a long time ago that was! I was devastated. I never did tell anyone that we were engaged, not until just now when I told you. No one else ever knew about this ring.” She sighed. “But that,” she pointed to the truck, “is why I am Leona Green now, instead of Leona Nelson.” She closed her eyes and smiled. “God has been very good to me.”