Maria found my blog during the break. Like me, she is also a fan of the teachings of Joel S. Goldsmith. She sent me the following story of an amazing healing in her life. She told me in her email that since writing out her story she has lost twelve pounds. I really believe that miracles can happen when we seek to heal starting with our thoughts and feelings towards ourselves. Maria’s story is evidence of that. You can find Maria here and here.
This summer we remodeled our bathroom and we got a full length framed mirror for over the vanity for free. Since we already had one there, we decided to use it vertically in our bedroom. I haven’t had a full length mirror for many years. I was so excited as we mounted it on the wall and I saw the reflection from the window right across and the effect of brightness and openness it was giving to the room! But the next morning, when I rolled out of the bed and started getting ready for work, I stood in front of the mirror and was so disappointed by seeing a figure I could hardly recognize. The twelve or so extra pounds immediately snapped at me, my grays stuck out, fluffy arms out of tone, a “life saver” of belly fat, some orange peel on my thighs, blotches on my legs and a height loss (I swear I was taller before)!
A few thoughts ran quickly through my mind. I haven’t had a professional facial in over fifteen years. I have no time for working out. I wish I had money to join one of those weight loss programs. Oh, I don’t even know what to do to look better-no wonder why I don’t get compliments anymore! As those thoughts and more downfalls like them were spinning in my head, I decided to sit down in prayer and visit my only source of beauty-Soul’s Beauty Salon-for an extreme makeover.
I quieted down, started taking a few breaths, and as I did that I thought, I come to Thee for inspiration. And as I was “inspiring”, the thought came to me that I invite in the Spirit of Truth that purifies and rejuvenates all things in me. A sense of peace instantly took over and a flow of refreshing thoughts started occupying me.
“Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest though?”
“Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands.”
In that state, I dived into the “FOREVER 23” anti-aging formula:
“The Lord IS my Shepard I shall not want!”
“He restoreth my soul!”
“He annointed my head with oil.”
Right then, I felt I was sitting in Christ’s clinic for a complete and permanent makeover. I felt mother Love, gently combing my full of strength hair. I felt my body was full of brightness and grace. I felt strong, light, and radiant.
“Love restoreth my soul!”
Then the thought about fat reduction came to me. In the question “what is fat?” Instantly the thought False Assuming Thoughts or Fake Appearing Thoughts came to me.
There I understood that all belief about fat was an illusion and it was up to me to reduce and eliminate it. In the thought about extra weight I started thinking what extra weight can mean and then I realized all the “extras” I was carrying for a long time: thoughts that people have wronged me, thoughts that people have hurt me, self-justification about this that happened 30, 20, 10 years ago or yesterday, guilt and blame.
Right there, as I was sitting in the makeover room, I felt I stood in front of a “burning bush” and mentally threw all the weights I was ignorantly carrying for years. I saw forgiving every person that abused me since I was a baby, letting go of every sad memory, forgetting all history of me, releasing all resistance for being new and ageless, erasing my story-whater that might be, burning the past and pausing the agony of the future.
I threw in my complaints about the government, the pollution, the dogma, the economy, the war, the pain. I felt I was doing this for me and for the world. And as I was doing it for the world, I was doing it for me. The fire became stronger and stronger as I was throwing more and more things of mortal history and collective thought, but strangely enough the atmosphere felt clearer and clearer, brighter and brighter and me and my body lighter and lighter. There I knew I was standing on holy ground.
Then I felt going through an exfoliating process, a sense of getting rid of layers and layers of erroneous, heavy thinking concerning all mankind. That moment I had a glimpse of Jesus transfiguration experience, the understanding of what might mean to be transfigured in the light of Christ Truth. My figure felt a slim and thin silhouette dancing in the glow of the brightest light. I felt shaped up in perfection by Soul and sizzled in holiness by Love. The feeling of beauty was overwhelming. The sense of grace was un-measurable. The actual form of me was meaning-less but never the less quiet beautiful and ever refreshed, standing in different heights.
When I went to work that day, I was astounded when the very first question I was asked was “Have you lost weight?” Somebody else looked at my flat heels and questioned why I looked taller. And somebody else said “Gee, you look gorgeous today, did you have a makeover or something?”