Welcome to a World of Spiritual Harmony

A friend of mine said to me last week, when I was telling her about Louise Hay’s metaphysical thought about her particular physical ailment - “So you think it’s all in my head!” I didn’t and don’t, but probably didn’t explain myself very well at that particular moment.

The answer now, for all of us, on a calm Sunday morning blogging, is that it’s not in your head - it’s in your belief system.

We are all body, mind and spirit. In the body is the sickness, in the mind is the belief that supports it, in the spirit is our way to get well. It’s not neurosis, it’s just confusion. In Louise Hay’s book, Heal Your Body, she lists various ailments, then the beliefs that underlie those ailments and that allow them to continue, and the affirmations (new beliefs) that will allow them to disappear. Actually, to release a sickness, there’s no need to change your beliefs - simply affirm that you have, often. Every time your thoughts turn to the illness and discomfort, turn them back to the affirmation. You will be amazed to discover how much time and energy you expend affirming the negative, and how little time you spend claiming positive results.

For instance, here’s one I’ve never looked up in Louise ’til just flipping it open this minute. Osteoporosis. Louise’s understanding of the belief: Feeling there is no support left in life. The affirmation: I stand up for myself and Life supports me in unexpected, loving ways.

So here are some things I might try, given that information - I’d turn off the TV and perhaps check the web for further info on osteoporosis and consider the new ideas I’ll learn, call the United Way hotline to find out if there are support groups or an agency working on it, find a natural calcium source, walk around the house if possible - and repeat over and over and over that I stand up for myself, and Life supports me in unexpected loving ways.

And not just for one day, either - I wouldn’t even check on whether or not I thought these ideas were working until at least 30 days had gone by. I often write in my calendar the date when I will evaluate the effectiveness of whatever new direction I’ve chosen - and just don’t allow myself to obsess about it. (I treat my worried self like a 4 year old child - gently but firmly!)

If you’re under medical treatment, don’t quit what you’re doing. Just add these new ideas to your current pattern. I’ve always found trying out these new concepts doesn’t hurt - just makes life more interesting. And at least you’ll be distracted from the gerbil wheel your mind is currently running around on. Good luck!

So Monday morning the newspaper was not on the driveway… I figured the usual driver was not available and the substitute couldn’t find the place. No problem, except that I can’t do the puzzles, read the funnies, read the horoscope. I called later in the day to let the Enquirer know, for the purpose of not being charged.

Instead of playing the game of punching buttons at their computer’s bidding, and doing their data entry for them, I instantly punched zero to get an actual human being. After the appropriate wait (thank you, speaker phone) I gave her my home phone number, knowing that instantly on her screen was my name, address, account number, email, delivery person, payment record and, no doubt, other data. She then proceeded to ask for all that other information, one piece at a time! When it came to email, I said, “I’d rather not give you that”…and then she read it out to me. So she already had it! When I asked why she needed all this info, she said ’so we can verify who’s on the phone’.

I had waited to call until I was back at my home phone - so there was never any doubt on her part or the computer’s that someone who read the daily delivered Enq was on that phone!

Evidently we have become a nation protecting against terrorism by having each of us produce prodigious amounts of data to verify our right to receive our daily newspaper, and to receive a $.50 credit for not receiving it.

As I said to that no doubt underpaid customer service person - “It’s only the Enquirer!” A security clearance is not necessary - and could at any rate be verified more quickly than completing this transaction. Complexity is not better than simplicity, and does not increase our safety and security. In this case, there must be an easier way! Shortening the call would, at the very least, have saved the Enquirer time and money. And my Irish temper. : >