Friday, July 15, 2016

A Testimony of Divine Healing


I have a wonderful testimony of healing that I would like to share, so that those who are going through challenging times with regard to health (of body, mind and spirit) may be encouraged to hold tightly to your faith in the powers of your own body, mind and spirit and those of Our Creator and all Divine Beings of Light.

Just a brief  background to “fill out” the picture – that is what us artists do! As a very young child the desire to heal was there as I determinedly tried to resuscitate a dead bird.  My darling mother in no way demeaned my efforts, even though she must have wondered about this child with all the creatures!  This same woman, who, many at the time would have viewed as “odd” (it’s hereditary!!), also used her “ways” to combat illness and chase away warts and such.  It worked! So I have a precious legacy of healing, as I fondly remember my farmer grandfather also tapping in to the Divine Nature.

Way back when I was 22 or 23, before I was on my conscious spiritual journey of awakening, my husband was booked for an operation to remove a ganglion on his wrist.  It was about the size of a walnut and was interefering with his work.  I quite casually said to him, “let me heal it”.  As I had never actually done this for anyone else, I didn’t quite know what to say, but just held his hand in mine, closed my eyes and allowed Great Spirit to lead me in prayer and intention. Without any preconceived ideas of what to expect we left it at that.  Simple!  I can’t remember the time frame, but days or a few short weeks later, the ganglion was gone, the operation cancelled and Theo healed.  We were both amazed.  It has never since returned.

Then about 10 years later I experienced my spiritual awakening.  This is a whole chapter or three of it’s own, but suffice to say that I was “struck down” by a mysterious virus that took a high-powered, driven and successful career woman into an instant tailspin of physical, emotional and mental weakness.  I had a dark night of the soul (my second actually, the first just being a really heart-wrenching experience that I did not recognize as such).  I was bed-ridden for the best part of 6 months, undiagnosed and walking this journey alone.  With barely enough strength or will to shower just before my little family came home, I was carried by my husband who became the prime carer for us all. Despite visits to numerous doctors, nothing was helping and my Spirit was fighting what they suggested.  Eventually after a year, I was prompted to go to a large, well renowned charismatic Christian church, who, every Friday had healing sessions.  I was, at this stage, still very weak, only able to take very short recces out of the house and still semi bed-ridden.  There was a group of about 30, each sharing their desires for healing.  I said a few words, was anointed with oil and prayed over in the name of Jesus, and returned to my seat.  There were no great claps of thunder or streaks of lightning, there was no impressive vision of an angel standing before me, but something shifted.  I felt a warm glow, an indescribable peace.  Once all had been prayed for I went to my car and just sat there for a short while, contemplating what had happened.  I “knew” without a shadow of a doubt, that I was healed.  I walked in broken and weak and walked out completely healed.  Physical symptoms and “attacks” still tried to manifest for about 6 months but eventually subsided as I did what I needed to do.  This knowing smouldered and eventually burned brightly in a complete faith and trust for healing and that became my quiet life’s purpose.

Since that time back in 1987, I have stopped at many a roadside accident, have been to many hospital ICUs, have assisted many friends as well as strangers through praying and trusting for the release of pain and hurt.  Not all my prayers have been answered, but I have also seen some incredible miracles.  In this process I have learnt to be the Hollow Bone, the Chalice of Love, through which Our Creator can bring His Divine Purpose to bear.  My journey of healing was amazing!  Doctors said that I would be a semi-invalid for the rest of my life, if I was ever able to get out of that “dark” place.  I now no longer view that time of severe illness as a “bad” thing!  After all it set the scene for some wonderful events and personal growth. I have lived a very full and blessed life, seen and done so much – no sentence of a half life could ever take hold over me!



So today it is time yet again to give thanks and declare the goodness of the One I love and serve.  Abba Father, together with His Son, Yeshuah the Christed One and the precious Ruach Ha Koidesh, aka the Holy Spirit.

In all these years I have had faith for my own healing and seldom go to doctors or use pharmaceutical medication, unless it sits well with my Spirit. In November 2015 I eventually capitulated and went to see a specialist about a condition that was bothering me.  I was examined and advised that I have a uterus that is flipped over backwards and placing pressure on my back and colon.  He also said I had a uterine fibroid the size of my fist that could grow much larger and become troublesome.  He recommended a full hysterectomy, not as an emergency or immediately but certainly within the next 6 months.  I prayed about this, fell for the “urgency” and booked myself in for the op in the next 2 weeks as I was under pressure to move house in 6 weeks and this would give me time to recuperate.

I must add that directly after the appointment with this gynae, I felt drawn to visit, in the same town as the doctor, 100km from my home, a woman I was told about a month ago who is a crystal healer.  What an amazing time with her.  So much light, beautiful energy, surrounded by the most magnificent crystal Beings.  She “saw” my imbalance and the fibroid and lovingly suggested a change in diet and high doses of tissue salts. 

For the next 2 weeks I followed her advice, used Calc Fluor, changed eating habits as best I could.  I also had another dear friend visit me daily for hands on healing, using crystals and her connection to the Divine.  I did “tapping” on myself and called on all the Divine names for healing that I knew – Yeshuah the Christ, by whose Stripes we ARE healed, The Holy Spirit, Archangel Raphael who works with the healing ray, Holy Mother Mary.  I was trusting BIG time.  The thought of an operation as drastic as this, so quickly, was just not sitting well with me, especially as I had always felt I would go to my “grave” intact!! Two nights before I was due to go in to theatre, I made the decision to TRUST in Divine Healing and the following morning I cancelled the op.

This past Tuesday (exactly 8 months later) I went for a second opinion – the result? Yes I do have a flipped womb, but there is certainly no need to remove it.  “And a fibroid?” I asked. “No my dear”, came the amazing reply, “no sign of fibroids at all”, you have a clean healthy uterus, up you get!”
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It is done!  Please don’t get me wrong, there is a place for allopathic medicine, doctors and diagnosis, but just as much there is a place for alternative, Divine Healing.  We just need to trust and tune in!

AL-ILAH RAPHA (Aramaic) “God of Healing”

Ancient expression for the intervention of the Divine Powers that all humanity requires to live and breathe.

Most precious and exalted Lord who Heals, Al-ilah Rapha, examine my body and physical nature with Thy penetrating and healing power. May Thou Heal us from all sicknesses and sufferings and bring a restoration of health in body and spirit to those I pray for at this hour, especially for those in a time of transition.
© http://keysofenoch.org

Al-Ilah Rapha Ain Soph, Al-Ilah Rapha Ain Soph, Al-Ilah Rapha Ain Soph

Kodoish, Kodoish, Kodoish, Adonai Tsebayoth Ain Soph

SO BE IT, SO IT IS, IT IS DONE! 

AMEN, AMEN AMEN AND AMEN!

(no credits for images available - with thanks to original creator)



Saturday, May 21, 2016

"There is a ruin in each of us.  A place where "what once was" lives on like an echo, haunting the landscape of our lives with its weathered foundations.  Abandoned,scavenged and dismantled by time, the ruin is the holiest place within our heart.  It is the ways in which we have been broken that have earned us a standpoint.  It is in our life's absences that a wild longing is born.  The place that has been ruined is a temple in which to worship, to throw down our grief and our forgetting, and praise what remains.  After all, these remains are the evidence of how greatly we have loved and should be venerated as the legacy of survival that they are" 


Credited to Toko-Pa by a friend on Facebook (not authenticated though!)


Living as a Hollow Bone

Some things we just "know", others we learn over time, others we never quite get!!  This week I had an amazing manifestation in my body of what was going on in another's life, definitely on both an energetic and physical level, showing the interconnectedness of the web of life.  This happens to me quite often, it is something I have consciously chosen, I see it as an aspect of my healing gift.  It opens a channel through which emotions, struggles, pain etc can be shifted, very often bringing the required healing or release to the other, even if they are not aware at the time.

Image found on eddiemullins.com

As healers, especially those just realising their gift, we need to be cognisant of this empathic quality.  Left unbridled it can wreak havoc with one's self.  Especially if you are of a caring, compassionate nature (which healers often are!!), it is easy to "take on" others pain and sorrow.  So taking good care of your own space, mindset and energy is vitally important as you practice your gift of healing.  It is not necessary to be open to all that so many are experiencing, but as we hone the gift, we are more able to keep our own vibration high but still be of service.  As each drop in the ocean makes up for the greater part, so each of us is a spark of the Divine and as we heal and shift our own “stuff” the Universal Consciousness also heals and shifts.  In my experience this is so needed at this point of our evolution.

So if you feel out of sorts, have physical symptoms that are inexplicable, just pause for a moment and ask, “Is this mine?” Your Inner Voice, Higher Self, The Spirit within, will always have the answers.  We should just listen and take heed.  If it’s yours, be gentle and loving to YOU and allow yourself whatever time and rest to overcome.  Pay attention to your body and messages from Spirit.  If you sense it is not yours and choose to allow yourself to be a Hollow Bone for the healing of another, do what you need to do in a mindful way.  The benefits are out of this world!


For the one who shifted so much this week, in the words of the great peacemaker, Mahatma Gandhi, “My wisdom comes from a greater Source. I salute that Source within you.  Let us work together for unity and love.”  Brave and courageous Being, you shine brightly!  Yes, you have more work to do, we ALL have more work to do.  I am always there for you, a Hollow Bone and a heart filled with love.

Image from Buck Mosley

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

I Love Lemons

There's something about lemons .. they seem so "common & garden" but they are magical...like figs!  So, from when I bought my first piece of land with my former husband Theo, way back in early 1980s, I have always planted a lemon and fig tree on the land, if there were not any.  I haven't always enjoyed the fruits of them though!  I was thrilled when I arrived here in Grootkloof to see 2 humungous lemon trees, dripping with beautiful, ripe sunshiney fruit.

I went to town!  Made lemon curd, cordial, L'hamd Marakad (Moroccan Preserved Lemons using salt), juice in a glass of hot water each morning to alkalise the system, zesting, drying and storing in sugar or salt.  They are just so yum and giving!  One of my favourite treats is the delish curd with double cream Greek yoghurt (forget all that unhealthy low fat rubbish!!), with home-made blackberry coulis.  Add meringue if you want it to be a dessert!

beautiful baby!

mmmmmm ... what shall we make??!!
made from the freshest of ingredients, all from the farm!

sun-drying the zest
L'hamd marakad, excellent addition to stews, salads, soups, vegetables






Tuesday, September 23, 2014

All Things Bright & Beautiful, All Creatures Great & Small

Life on the farm remains a great joy!  Here's what I've seen through the lens this week.

It looks like a skwatta but Big Brown Hen and her brood are dry and warm 
Breakfast sunbathe
Yummy local sourdough bread and homemade strawberry jam
(I had fun practicing the focus on my camera!!)


I love this shot ~ it's one of those seldom seen moments and even though I was on my way to Bredasdorp 55km away, and in a hurry, I had to stop for the scene

Have passed this farm a few times and always want to take a pic ~ today was the day!

Die Mannetjies Sterk

Grootkloof in spring

Gypsy, the newcomer ~ defiant, sharp-witted, rebel, free spirit ~ refuses to go into the roost at night ~ I understand her :)


Lacy winged phantasmagorical creature

The Magical road to McGregor, my favourite valley


OK!! So I don't kill, heck I even scoop ants out of the bath before opening the tap.  But these babies can deliver a really bad bite that requires quick medical attention.  So I said I was sorry and Doom'd them.  Isis, the all-seeing, one-eyed cat, was sniffing all around the chair in my bedroom, so I knew there must be something there.  I cautiously tipped it over (could have been a snake under it!!) and saw this mother.

Decided to check the second chair and lo and behold, another nasty.  The one on the right is definitely a brown button spider, with the tell-tale orange mark on under belly.  I'm not sure of the one on the left ~ maybe someone can identify for me.  I thought it might be a sac spider - very large bulbous body but, not so sure.  Spiders and I have a love hate relationship - I have a scar on my back about 3cm long, which looks like a stab wound, and that is from a sac spider. I cannot describe the pain - a necrotic area the size of a saucer, I kid you not.  It was horrrrrrible!  So they are not allowed into my space ~ it's survival of the strongest, and that's me with any weapon or a can of Doom




Young 'un enjoying Sunday lunch of creeper leaves

The Lovers

Unusual skies over Grootkloof

Isis, watching Zsofie going crazy

Zsofie going crazy

Zsofie the Photogenic


She hates it when I leave without her :(
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Thursday, September 18, 2014

Honouring Our Ancestors

Family and my roots have always been important to me.  I love and honour my parents and forefathers.  In recent years, my healing work has brought me to Family Constellations.  This is a gentle, yet very deep healing of what Lisa Iversen describes as "Ancestral Blueprints" in her book of the same name.  I quote from her website ~

" "Orders of love" is the term used by Bert Hellinger to name these powerful forces that influence our lives.  These orders are natural, hidden laws.  They involve belonging, give and take, and injustice and atonement.  When balance within the family soul is restored, the same love entangled with illness, difficult fate, and suffering, can be transformed into a force for healing.  Many families operate in ways that violate these natural laws because of deeply unconscious patterns, loyalty to family secrets, and tragic losses that make grieving difficult.  Yet there are universal truths that connect all of us to one another, even while each family member has its own story that makes it unique.  By restoring balance in our ancestral blueprints, personal suffering and unhappiness can be transformed into a force for healing."

Being involved in representation in FC work, I saw the most incredible releases of pain and anger.  I saw healing.  And it opened my heart even more to connect the dots in patterns and tragedies, even within my own extended family.  I recognised how generational "curses" were evident in people's lives, without them even recognising it. Once again I saw that thread of the Web of Life that connects us all and how the ripple touches each one.  After all, indigenous tribes have honoured and respected ancestors for millenia.  Here in Africa, the Aboriginals of Australasia, the First People of the Americas, all take into consideration the lineage and voice of the grandfathers and grandmothers when they attend to illnesses or unhappy dispositions in their tribe.

But I digress!!  This is a tribute to my Mom & Dad.  Today is a fitting day to do so!! Their coming together is like a fairy tale, but that I will keep for another blog post. My Dad is Johan Philip van den Heever and my Mom is Johanna Phillipina van den Heever (née Harding).  That in itself is quite amazing!  Phil returned to the Light today, 33 years ago, just before the birth of Kyle, my son, his 10th grandchild and the first from his laatlammetjie, oogappeltjie daughter ... moi!! It was obviously a very sad time .. I can remember in the finest detail the scene in the nursery school where my Mom was teaching when I brought her the news.  He had been in frail care for a few months after suffering a stroke, and, being a tall well built man, my Mom in her tiny 5'4" stature was not strong enough to lift him if he perhaps fell again.  From that moment for at least 2 weeks, the days are very blurred.  Losing my Dad at the age of 25, just before I was about to present him with another grandchild, was probably one of my most painful life experiences.

It feels like yesterday but also a lifetime ago. My Mom was without the love of her life for 19 years.  Not once in that time did she even consider dating another man.  A love story made in heaven, for sure, and one that inspired me. I am acutely aware of my Mom & Dad and know that they are just out of sight, on the other side of the veil.  A smell, a sound, a joke, a song, a sweet memory ... all still remind me of them.  We are not separated.  

Thank you for that, especially today ♥♥♥


circa 1952, indicative of Phil's great sense of humour
26 March 1938 l to r  Justus Harding (Mom's oldest brother, Mom's best friend name unknown, Dad, Mom, Marie (Mom's older sister), Ben Jovner her husband and in front, my darling aunt, Irene, youngest surviving sibling of my Mom)  Forty five years of wedded togetherness ~ I personally never saw or heard my folks fight.  Yes, they had some disagreements, but they were devoted to each other, and of a generation that made marriages work.  

My Mom ... no idea what year .. can anyone help please?

circa 1944 when I was no yet even a twinkle in my dad's eye!! My brothers from to Phil, Steve & Rich.  I was always very loved and they were just the perfect brothers for a young girl.  They teased me, but I loved that and it made me strong. By the time I was 6 years old they were all out of the house and I think they still see me, at 58, as their baby sister :)  Love you guys 

The beautiful Phillipa, with her black hair and blue eyes, thanks to our French Huguenot heritage.  A sensitive, gentle soul, my Mom received a bursary to study as a young girl - not so common in those days.  She was a devoted wife and mother, did not always have it easy as one of 9 surviving children and one of the older ones. My gran was, out of necessity I am sure, very strict.  Mom was a teacher.  I also know she was a natural healer and intuitive - did some darn right crazy things to get rid of warts and other ailments :)  I love, cherish and respect her in all ways.  My daughter Raine has her beauty, dark hair and turned up nose 
Mom & Dad, looking very handsome at my brother Steve's wedding in 1969
Ouma & Oupa Harding, Mom's folks - farmers originally from Bethlehem in the OFS.  One of the very best years of my life was when we all lived on their farm near Gwelo, in what was then Rhodesia.  My gran was a strict but very loving and capable woman.  Her home was filled with delicious preserves, breads and good food.  I spent more time with my Oupa down at the dairy!!  It was my task to feed the calves.  I remember so well his incredible connection to the herd of about 40 Jerseys.  They each had a name and when he called them, they came to him.  A man deeply connected to God and the earth, nights around the dinner table, reading from the Bible by the light of a paraffin lamp, recounting the day's events, telling ghost stories are some of my sweetest memories.  Thank you! 
(sadly I do not have any photos of my father's parents - if any family maybe come across one, please let me have it :( ) 

Dearest, darling Dad as I remember him taken in about 1965 at work.  He was charming, well loved, enjoyed telling a funny story, devoted to my Mom and the best dad I could ever have asked for.  His father had been boarded due to a war injury, I think, and at the very young age of 15 my Dad went out to start an apprenticeship so that he could help his family.  He started as a compositor, in the good old days when newspapers were still put together in printer's trays with tiny little letters arranged with a pair of tweezers!!  He was very stable and stayed in the industry all his life, mostly working night shift, retiring as a sub-editor.  This meant that I didn't get to see him as much as I would have liked, but I never felt deprived of my dad's love and attention.  Mom & Dad, you are in my heart and live on in my beautiful and amazing children and grandchild.  Thank you ! I love you!