How I Cured My Epilepsy
Having Epilepsy is like this knotted tree!
Beliefs and life experiences are very personal and private to people however, I have come to
the point in my life were I am convicted to share my life truths, in the hope it will benefit others. I am not selling a dang thing here, so take your time to soak this in.
When I was eighteen, I had my first seizure. I was in my bedroom still living at home and was surprised to have unknowingly blanked out and woke to find a Doctor beside my bed. I remember feeling 'floaty' and light headed.
Actually, I felt really good, because all the TENSION had left my body. The Doctor informed my parents I did have a seizure and would need to get an E.E.G to confirm this, which I had in hospital several weeks later.
S itting in a Doc tors office I was told that I had Petit Mal Epilepsy and would have to take pills everyday for the rest of my life. I don't recall the name of them, just that they were purple, so I referred to them as 'my little purple pills'. I was instructed at age eighteen that I would not be able to drive, or lock any doors while showering or toileting in case I seizured, to have showers not baths, not be around fluorescent or flickering light in supermarkets or work, that nightclubbing, parting was out, also having children... and a list of many more boundaries that slowly depressed me as I listened. I remember thinking 'then what's the point of living if I can't truly live?'
Being a fighter, I naturally resisted my new restricted life and paid for it with seizures when I went off my meds. Then I simply gave in for the next two years, then we shifted from a country town into Auckland city.
While flatting I reached a crossroads in my life. I woke up one day, walked down stairs to have my morning coffee and stared at the packets and bottles of pills on the window sill. I was depressed because of them, now on more than ten pills a day. As I stared at those packets, the truth arrived:
They were not healing me, because if they did, I would be healed by now.
Pills for me, were not the answer and I didn't know what was! As my health got worse, I was prescribed other pills for the side effects of the first few, on top of that I was diagnosed with Occupational Dermatitis and told to change careers. What I did was quit and shift back home to my parents, to rest.
I had bought a CD called Tranquility by Hennie Bekker, (a professional composer) of birdsong and nature, which helped me FEEL better. Every night I listened to it, feeling more and more restful. The more I RELAXED, my thoughts reflected on what Epilepsy was for me. I noticed I had a lot of tension locked up in my body and I actually enjoyed seizures! Because after one, all that tension was gone, and I felt I had been on holiday for a week - all relaxed, only resenting the pounding headache afterwards. So I realized my struggle was about tension for me.
I immersed myself into doing anything that RELAXED my body. I bought the best pure essential oils (By AromaSense NZ) and used them daily in a burner or oil massage to RELAX. I cut out people and situations that caused anxiety, had Massage, did Reflexology and Acupuncture. Avoided situations of stress and when I had stress, I was aware of it, then focused on my breathing and tried to lessen it's control. Lastly, I threw out all my pills except for my purple Epilim. (I remember now!)
Life seemed to get slowly better for my body. As I woke everyday to my lovely music, breathing in beautiful aromatherapy such as rose oil, and feeling my relationship to my body become better, I pondered yet again on the epilepsy. I had been dealing with epilepsy in the 'flesh' or 'physical body' but I also had a Spirit and Emotional bodies. There were three parts to me and I had helped my body and emotions, but what of the other part?
Then it suddenly came back to me as I reflected back on in my life at the age of eighteen. Back then, I had suffered intense BETRAYAL by those I had trusted and loved. Four people had chosen to betray me all at the same time and I should have felt I could retreat to my family home to heal my emotional wounds but this was not the case. This life event had hurt me on emotional and spiritual levels, resulting in a physical ailment. I had nowhere to go to escape the situation or a place to rent at that age, so I had to remain there in that environment. My emotional self went INWARDS retreating in a 'compression of energy', it had to go somewhere and couldn't physically escape, coping the only way it knew by emotionally and spiritually introverting - my spiritual body's way of protecting itself. Nor did I have any SUPPORT, in fact I had to make cups of teas for my betrayers when they visited my family home!!!
At that time in my life, I cried on a weekly basis for two years. I couldn't help it, it happened everywhere I went. I would be in the supermarket
and tears would just start running gently down my face, they had a life of their own. My emotional body was doing it's best to rid itself from the build up of GRIEF. My spiritual body doing what it could by taking me out of the situation from time to time with seizures that took away the tension, which had built up and I was now blocking with pills.
Now, years later, as I observed in hindsight my situation and pondered on it, I suddenly realized the TRUTH: I was not born with Epilepsy it was not in my family line, and the mass Betrayal I went through; WASN'T MINE either. It was not something I had done; it was a betrayal DONE TO ME. I realized this Epilepsy was not even mine!!! It was the result of an emotional issue, a circumstance, which came to manifest in my physical body.
With this mind blowing revelation of TRUTH, as I was brushing my hair in front of my dress mirror - I had one beaut seizure and went out like a light. Falling, I had hit my head on the pointy corner of my wooden bed frame cutting it open. Thankfully, dad was home heard the noise and rushed me to Accident and Emergency. I could feel the blood trickling down my back. The Doctor scolded me about going off my meds, and while stitching up my head he told me; 'I would have bled out and died within half an hour if someone hadn't found me'. I went home, rested and stayed off my meds going against all advice, why? Because I had come to the full realization of the truth: that Epilepsy didn't belong to me. It was not mine.
I never had another seizure, ever. It's been almost twenty years. What astounded me the most when I went to Doctors over the years was; not one of them asked HOW I became healed, in fact they still tried to give me more Epilim pills, and I would reply:
“I am healed, and I haven't had a seizure in years, would you like to know the cure?”
However, not one doctor wanted to know! I realized their careers survived on my illnesses so of course, healing is a threat to a large number of them.
I have made my peace with this issue. That is why I feel I can share it. Terrible things can and do happen to all of us in life, but we have a choice whether or not we will accept it, a choice to carry around other people stuff, or to let it go - the best way we know how. At the end of the day, it's your life not another persons you make your choices.
THE TRUTH, will make you free. Any truth. Truth is truth. Truth is not confined to solely biblical boundaries. THE truth will make you free. So reflect on when you got your pain or illness, what happened to you at that point in time and what IS the truth concerning your life? Does this illness even belong to you? Or is it someone else's? In realizing my truth I had REMITTED it back to it's source. By dwelling in the truth - that it was not mine. I had closed the door on it and denied it entry into my life.
I am telling you my truth and what worked for me, because I made a promise to my heavenly father, as I became healed of things, I would share the truth and what worked for free. (I still suffer from different things today, and am working through those.) Because in Gods kingdom not mans, healing isn't three easy payments of forty nine - ninety five: IT IS FREE. We all need a healing revolution on earth void completely of the element of money, as we seem to have more 'healthcare' yet even less health. Just think; wouldn't it be a fantastic world, if healing was free!
All the best.
Disclaimer: Cherry.G Website is designed for educational purposes only and is not intended to serve as medical advice. The information provided on this site should not be used for diagnosing or treating a health problem or disease. It is not a substitute for professional care. If you have or suspect you may have a health problem, you should consult your health care provider.
Copyright 2014 (C)
Beliefs and life experiences are very personal and private to people however, I have come to
the point in my life were I am convicted to share my life truths, in the hope it will benefit others. I am not selling a dang thing here, so take your time to soak this in.
When I was eighteen, I had my first seizure. I was in my bedroom still living at home and was surprised to have unknowingly blanked out and woke to find a Doctor beside my bed. I remember feeling 'floaty' and light headed.
Actually, I felt really good, because all the TENSION had left my body. The Doctor informed my parents I did have a seizure and would need to get an E.E.G to confirm this, which I had in hospital several weeks later.
S itting in a Doc tors office I was told that I had Petit Mal Epilepsy and would have to take pills everyday for the rest of my life. I don't recall the name of them, just that they were purple, so I referred to them as 'my little purple pills'. I was instructed at age eighteen that I would not be able to drive, or lock any doors while showering or toileting in case I seizured, to have showers not baths, not be around fluorescent or flickering light in supermarkets or work, that nightclubbing, parting was out, also having children... and a list of many more boundaries that slowly depressed me as I listened. I remember thinking 'then what's the point of living if I can't truly live?'
Being a fighter, I naturally resisted my new restricted life and paid for it with seizures when I went off my meds. Then I simply gave in for the next two years, then we shifted from a country town into Auckland city.
While flatting I reached a crossroads in my life. I woke up one day, walked down stairs to have my morning coffee and stared at the packets and bottles of pills on the window sill. I was depressed because of them, now on more than ten pills a day. As I stared at those packets, the truth arrived:
They were not healing me, because if they did, I would be healed by now.
Pills for me, were not the answer and I didn't know what was! As my health got worse, I was prescribed other pills for the side effects of the first few, on top of that I was diagnosed with Occupational Dermatitis and told to change careers. What I did was quit and shift back home to my parents, to rest.
I had bought a CD called Tranquility by Hennie Bekker, (a professional composer) of birdsong and nature, which helped me FEEL better. Every night I listened to it, feeling more and more restful. The more I RELAXED, my thoughts reflected on what Epilepsy was for me. I noticed I had a lot of tension locked up in my body and I actually enjoyed seizures! Because after one, all that tension was gone, and I felt I had been on holiday for a week - all relaxed, only resenting the pounding headache afterwards. So I realized my struggle was about tension for me.
I immersed myself into doing anything that RELAXED my body. I bought the best pure essential oils (By AromaSense NZ) and used them daily in a burner or oil massage to RELAX. I cut out people and situations that caused anxiety, had Massage, did Reflexology and Acupuncture. Avoided situations of stress and when I had stress, I was aware of it, then focused on my breathing and tried to lessen it's control. Lastly, I threw out all my pills except for my purple Epilim. (I remember now!)
Life seemed to get slowly better for my body. As I woke everyday to my lovely music, breathing in beautiful aromatherapy such as rose oil, and feeling my relationship to my body become better, I pondered yet again on the epilepsy. I had been dealing with epilepsy in the 'flesh' or 'physical body' but I also had a Spirit and Emotional bodies. There were three parts to me and I had helped my body and emotions, but what of the other part?
Then it suddenly came back to me as I reflected back on in my life at the age of eighteen. Back then, I had suffered intense BETRAYAL by those I had trusted and loved. Four people had chosen to betray me all at the same time and I should have felt I could retreat to my family home to heal my emotional wounds but this was not the case. This life event had hurt me on emotional and spiritual levels, resulting in a physical ailment. I had nowhere to go to escape the situation or a place to rent at that age, so I had to remain there in that environment. My emotional self went INWARDS retreating in a 'compression of energy', it had to go somewhere and couldn't physically escape, coping the only way it knew by emotionally and spiritually introverting - my spiritual body's way of protecting itself. Nor did I have any SUPPORT, in fact I had to make cups of teas for my betrayers when they visited my family home!!!
At that time in my life, I cried on a weekly basis for two years. I couldn't help it, it happened everywhere I went. I would be in the supermarket
and tears would just start running gently down my face, they had a life of their own. My emotional body was doing it's best to rid itself from the build up of GRIEF. My spiritual body doing what it could by taking me out of the situation from time to time with seizures that took away the tension, which had built up and I was now blocking with pills.
Now, years later, as I observed in hindsight my situation and pondered on it, I suddenly realized the TRUTH: I was not born with Epilepsy it was not in my family line, and the mass Betrayal I went through; WASN'T MINE either. It was not something I had done; it was a betrayal DONE TO ME. I realized this Epilepsy was not even mine!!! It was the result of an emotional issue, a circumstance, which came to manifest in my physical body.
With this mind blowing revelation of TRUTH, as I was brushing my hair in front of my dress mirror - I had one beaut seizure and went out like a light. Falling, I had hit my head on the pointy corner of my wooden bed frame cutting it open. Thankfully, dad was home heard the noise and rushed me to Accident and Emergency. I could feel the blood trickling down my back. The Doctor scolded me about going off my meds, and while stitching up my head he told me; 'I would have bled out and died within half an hour if someone hadn't found me'. I went home, rested and stayed off my meds going against all advice, why? Because I had come to the full realization of the truth: that Epilepsy didn't belong to me. It was not mine.
I never had another seizure, ever. It's been almost twenty years. What astounded me the most when I went to Doctors over the years was; not one of them asked HOW I became healed, in fact they still tried to give me more Epilim pills, and I would reply:
“I am healed, and I haven't had a seizure in years, would you like to know the cure?”
However, not one doctor wanted to know! I realized their careers survived on my illnesses so of course, healing is a threat to a large number of them.
I have made my peace with this issue. That is why I feel I can share it. Terrible things can and do happen to all of us in life, but we have a choice whether or not we will accept it, a choice to carry around other people stuff, or to let it go - the best way we know how. At the end of the day, it's your life not another persons you make your choices.
THE TRUTH, will make you free. Any truth. Truth is truth. Truth is not confined to solely biblical boundaries. THE truth will make you free. So reflect on when you got your pain or illness, what happened to you at that point in time and what IS the truth concerning your life? Does this illness even belong to you? Or is it someone else's? In realizing my truth I had REMITTED it back to it's source. By dwelling in the truth - that it was not mine. I had closed the door on it and denied it entry into my life.
I am telling you my truth and what worked for me, because I made a promise to my heavenly father, as I became healed of things, I would share the truth and what worked for free. (I still suffer from different things today, and am working through those.) Because in Gods kingdom not mans, healing isn't three easy payments of forty nine - ninety five: IT IS FREE. We all need a healing revolution on earth void completely of the element of money, as we seem to have more 'healthcare' yet even less health. Just think; wouldn't it be a fantastic world, if healing was free!
All the best.
Disclaimer: Cherry.G Website is designed for educational purposes only and is not intended to serve as medical advice. The information provided on this site should not be used for diagnosing or treating a health problem or disease. It is not a substitute for professional care. If you have or suspect you may have a health problem, you should consult your health care provider.
Copyright 2014 (C)