Doctor, Please Heal Me

by Cherise Holt, Nurse, Australia

For the past five years I have seen a dermatologist. In this time I have had an appointment on average every three months, with each appointment lasting around 20 minutes – so I spend approximately 80 minutes with her every year. What I have found is that no matter which practitioners we see in our life, be they medical or complementary, we create a relationship with them.

When I first saw her, I had been referred by my General Practitioner (GP) for assessment and treatment of keloid scarring on my chest and shoulders. My treatments involved extremely painful cortisone injections into the scars to help decrease the inflammation and pain. Keloid scars are made up of many little nerve endings, and are unlike other scarring which can commonly be numb to the touch. It was the scars on my chest that caused me the most grief and affected me every day. Continue reading “Doctor, Please Heal Me”

The Irony Of It All

by Annette Baker 

If all of these articles, reports, and stories suggesting that Universal Medicine is a cult, and that by direct association I am therefore ‘in’ a cult, were not so offensive and insulting, I would be laughing.

It really is absolutely laughable that these very simple, practical teachings – teachings I have chosen to implement as a support to best live my life – are being ridiculed and slandered… not to mention the other grossly misleading connotations that pervade these false reports. Continue reading “The Irony Of It All”

Healing Past Abuse With Esoteric Healing – A Personal Account

by SC, London, UK

When I was 27 years old, I had just left my marriage of ten months and felt depressed and lost. A friend suggested I come to an open night for a new counselling and psychotherapy organisation in Crows Nest, Sydney. Unknown to me at the time, it was based on the AA (alcoholic anonymous) principles. I subsequently joined a weekly therapy group to address my depression and anxiety.

One night a week I would show up and talk about my problems in the group… and it was always focused on what we had ‘done wrong’ that week. There was a loose structure to dig deeper, but the basis was always how ‘bad’ we were/are – always looking first at the broken part of us, the victim. Within two weeks of group work and working through the childhood years, the childhood sexual abuse from my stepfather came flooding back. The abuse happened every Friday night from age six to eleven. It ended when my mother left him after seeing us together. I had told her many times what was going on, but she refused to acknowledge what was happening. I had buried it so deeply that I had literally forgotten – but once the floodgates opened, all the memories returned. That’s when I started the one-to-one sessions, as I needed support and it was there and available. Continue reading “Healing Past Abuse With Esoteric Healing – A Personal Account”

What Does Truth Really Mean?

by Eva Rygg, Oslo, Norway

Could it be that we have given up our own natural ability to know and trust truth, and have taken for granted that whatever is being presented or claimed is truth, as long as it is what the mainstream accepts to be the truth?

I know I have been one of those – even though I often had a feeling that there must be more to it than this, I somehow settled with ‘everyone’s’ truth.  Why wouldn’t I, no-one had ever presented otherwise. Not until several years ago, when I came across Universal Medicine and Serge Benhayon’s presentations and the esoteric way of life. Continue reading “What Does Truth Really Mean?”

A 43yr Old Man Goes On A Secret Mission

by Joel L, Australia.

A couple of years ago, on my way to a Universal Medicine workshop, a conversation started with the friend I was staying with.

The conversation moved to women’s beauty routines and the effort they make to pamper themselves. I noticed a reaction in me when it came to thinking about me doing ‘that stuff’. I never saw Dad do it, surely Men are tougher than that, a bit of cream after sunburn is okay, but anything more and you were a ‘nancy’ (sorry to anyone called Nancy). Continue reading “A 43yr Old Man Goes On A Secret Mission”

Turning a Blind Eye to Truth

When I was three years old, I began wearing glasses. I had two eye operations at 5 and 6 years of age to correct a turn in my left eye, but neither was successful. It was discovered that I was also long-sighted. I had to wear very thick glasses every day and was told that I would have to wear them for the rest of my life. It was difficult to accept this, when my wearing glasses was the subject of much ridicule at school. I was taught by adults, to respond to the taunts of the other children with replying, ‘four eyes are better than two’ but they were words said in defence of myself and I never believed them to be true. I felt like I was hiding, trapped behind those big structures on my face that would become grubby, foggy and speckled with rain. Continue reading “Turning a Blind Eye to Truth”