Publisher's Synopsis
What if healing is available to everyone around us, given freely and completely without fear or the need to worry whether or not someone might have enough money to pay for it? Why should it cost something at all, was the knowledge not given freely to our fathers and mothers, or theirs before them? What if a thought was directed towards "cause" of problems as a direction of treatment, or a possible cure, rather than primarily directed to the elevation of symptoms, and merely the effects of sicknesses and injuries? If healing, like blessings, is promised to all, rained down on us all like the independent drops that fall on all the children's heads regardless of who they are or how much money or status they possess, shouldn't healing thus be the same, and realizing this, free obtainable for everybody, wouldn't the world be a better place? If we may suppose, sicknesses are merely storms that each of us must endure in order to overcome in our lives, having the potential to progress us from one place to another, a better place, a stronger place, a new place, a clean place, we might actually thank God for these storms, because without the winds that they possess we might not have the ability to get to the other side? A person can find themselves on such a journey sometimes hardly knowing the ship has sailed. Little do we know, that we may have stepped casually from one stepping stone to another, daydreamers walking along the gangplanks of gardens, finding ourselves suddenly aboard a ship whose destinations unknown makes us little more than unaware stowaways wondering onto valiant voyage destined for distant shores yet unknown and undiscovered growth. Who knows maybe the secret to the God Gene awaits like some lost fountain of youth just within for an unexacting child to but turn over the right stone to reveal the golden nugget below? What if today is such a day, for me, for us, because in and around the not so random steps of broader expanses of realization, thoughts of healing begin to find their way into the subtle dispositions of ones mind? I guess I was on a journey to discover health, maybe healing, no truth. What if we have been given in each and every one of our lives, everything we need in which to overcome any and all sicknesses or injuries we might find ourselves facing, but all we have to do is pick up the tools and use them, would we venture another look? Is it not said; "You have not because you ask not?"So what if this particular day is such a day? So I asked...."Why do some people get better and others don't?" "I would that everyone is healed." A whisper, a thought, a causal wind blowing softly with the deepest resonating understanding, softly filling sails of one's mind with invisible power, enough to push the heaviest ships across almost infinite seas. That voice, that pure soft yet powerfully good voice responds."Many ask but rarely stop to listen to what they need to do to receive, or even look up to receive the very gift that is already given."In such days, I found myself wondering and asking, if there is more, and if so what? Why not ask, and since I alone, why not ask out loud? "So if You would that everyone would be healed, what is stopping them, why do only a few seem to be healed?" Not as much as expecting an answer, but merely stating to myself the frustrations I seem to feel with the job as a whole. Then the most shocking answer came instantly and unexpectedly. "They Are!"
