The Lessons of Peace from Cancer Cells

Is it possible that thoughts convey actions to our cells?

In the 80’s, a young student observed that cells have edges that quiver as they move. His story was broadcast on the Today Show.

What the student observed was that when a healthy cell contacts another cell, the part that quivers stops quivering, and the quivering on the opposite side of the cell increases dramatically.

In a cancerous cell, the contact side does not stop quivering when it touches another cell. Instead of being at peace with the other cells, it stays in its own selfish quivering mode.

Here’s a cause and effect question.

What if peaceful thoughts created a peaceful body, sending instructions to cells to be at peace with each other?

Could this create a spontaneous remission / miracle healing? Or would the constant change slowly remove the cause of the tumor when it's cause, stress or toxic environment is removed?

What if forgiving thoughts relieved enough chronic stress to help create peace on a cellular level, where tumors are formed (cancerous cells)?

With what we know about the spiritual aspects of hemp combined with it’s harm reduction cellular communication function, are there lesson here for the proposed Hemp Division (apply hemp to modern problems it solves, like global warming, medicine, building materials) of the Department of Peace?

For more on the 50,000 plus uses of the hemp plant visit and enjoy the USA Hemp Museum, Richard M. Davis, founder, curator and author of the book everyone should read like their lives depend on it, because they do, HEMP FOR VICTORY, A GLOBAL WARMING SOLUTION.

There are thousands of books that address these issues of both mind healing and hemp. I'll be posting links soon.

MEDITATIONS:

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GUIDED BY THE HOLY SPIRIT, I CHOOSE TO LIVE AS A HEALTHY CELL IN THE LORD’S MIND, AT PEACE WITH THE ALL THAT IS ONE.

THE HIGHEST GOOD FOR ALL CONCERNED.

AS I LIVE IN PEACE, MAY MY INCREASED VIBRATION ON THE OTHER SIDE REACH ALL THE WAY TO THE LORD, WITH ALL OF MY LOVE AND ALL OF MY GRATITUDE.

THANK YOU LORD FOR MY PEACEFUL JOINING, MY PROBLEMS HAVE BEEN SOLVED.

Remember to tithe your blessings to where you know they will do the highest good.

I join you in prayer for your blessings be they health, financial, relationship or...........

Chauncey Bailey Is Now A Spirit, Not A Ghost!

"Robin Hardin, Chauncey Bailey’s former wife, and my sister, on one of her favorite memories of Chauncey

“One of my favorite memories was watching him edit Kimberly and Kelly's (Hardin’s nieces) elementary school newspaper he founded called the FLASH.”

“He worked for the Detroit News and got them to donate a newsstand for the school. He put a box in front of the principal’s office and the elementary school students had a deadline to put their stories in the box. Every Wednesday he would pick up the box with the stories and bring it home. Wednesday was FLASH night in our home. He would sit there at the typewriter and edit all of those stories and put them in a newspaper format. He would then run off the copies and every Friday morning before the children would arrive at school he would fill the newsstand with the newspapers and sit across the street and watch the young children go to their newsstand, open it up, get their newspaper and begin to read. He said it was important to edit the stories because he said you had to reinforce a positive. At the time he left to go back to Oakland it was the only weekly elementary school newspaper in the United States. That is the Chauncey I knew and loved. He cared, he truly cared.”

Thank you to the people of Oakland who created this tribute to the hardest working man in journalism, Chauncey Bailey.

His search for truth cost him his life. His search for truth has granted him eternal life.

It's true. Chauncey Bailey is now a Spirit, not a ghost. Long live Chauncey Bailey. Long live all good spirits and souls.

Sweet Hour Of Prayer

Sweet Hour of Prayer by Jeff Majors is posted on Imeem.

It was my grandmother's (the original Nayer) favorite song.

Enjoy your sweet hours of prayer.