leap for joy

I praise God for Pastor Joseph Prince who preaches and administers to my heart like nobody ever has.  Why?  because he gives me hope and today he even gave me joy.

You see, recently I received a letter pointing out that I am not perfect and you know how much I dislike that thought.  However, after listening to this 6 minute video by Pastor Prince, I have JOY that I have been insulted as one living in sin.

When I first read the letter, I comforted myself by thinking, 'Everyone is living in sin,' but then it really started to smart in my heart that this special friend showed me such little grace in her letter.
The Bible says that we are to correct a brother/sister at the presence of 2 witnesses which she did NOT do.

However, as I cried out to the lord (my computer keyboard is dying and it won't capitalize l for me today but God knows that), for the response that He had for me to this ugly letter which was based strictly on hearsay and twisted by fear, this is what He gave me.

I covet your prayers as I respond the way that God wants me to and I'm asking that you will pray that God's positive will completely overwhelm my negative, helpless, sinful nature.  May my response bring joy to all people and may it open doors for healing to all involved.

For my weaknesses, He has given strength in the past and I beg of Him to do it again.

Happy Sabbath beloved ones,

Dawn

PS.  Please know that Pastor Prince is teasing about Elvis--those who don't know Pastor Prince well may wonder at those remarks. I urge you to keep watching and you will hear one of the most powerful explanations of how God works through us weak ones to do His miracles.  Praise God!!!

A new work week

What would you say if you recieved an email like the one that I recieved first thing this morning?  Here's what it said?

Dear Dawn

Thank you for the beautiful letter of things going on in your life. I need your help. I have had two bad mammograms and then a bad ultra sound of my left breast. There is something in my left breast and I am to see a surgeon this Wednesday to see when to do a biopsy. I am so afraid of cancer and do not know what to do. Can you help me?

 

 

 

 

This is what I wrote in reply to my friend's request for help.  I decided to share it in case any of you find yourselves in the same unhappy position that my friend is in.  I realize that it may be filled with information that you may not have been exposed to before so I will pray that you will search out the truth for yourselves.  Remember what God says in His word, "The truth will set you free."

 

Yours for freedom,

 

Dawn

 

PS.  I used the x's  to protect my friend's identity.

 

 

 

Dear XXXXXXX,

I’m so sorry to hear your news this morning! However, I would urge you not to go the medical route with this thing. I’ve had lumps growing on my body many times, that BodyTalk revealed to be cancer, but I got rid of them naturally. YOU CAN TOO!

First of all, stop thinking about cancer!!! The more you think about cancer, the more energy you give to it. Every time that you are afraid, instead of thinking about cancer think, ‘I LOVE YOU, XXXXXXXX!” Think “I love you, XXXXXXX” over and over and over until the fear goes away. Sometimes you may have to say to yourself, “I’m sorry for all of the time that I spent thinking about cancer but now I am going to love myself instead.” The power of love (from others OR self) is awesome. If it helps any, I love you, XXXXXXX! Think about that—think about all of the people who love you NOT the people who will feel sorry for you if you go the medical route and have them cut your breast off!

Secondly, do castor oil packs whenever you have any pain in your breast. Spread castor oil very thickly on the breast. Run a washcloth under hot water and ring it out. Put this on top of the breast and cover with a towel to keep the warmth inside. Leave this on for 20 minutes and it will miraculously draw out much of the infection. Do this every time that you have any pain anywhere. I learned this from a naturopath who has healed many cancer patients with it.

Thirdly, I would go to the Health Food store and buy either Noni juice or Essiac and start drinking LOTS of it. Both of these have healed me and others of cancer.

Also I would buy THE CURE FOR ALL CANCERS and go to their site. Many cancers are caused by parasites and you’ll need to zap them away daily if you have cancer in your family. I do this almost every day and certainly when I have any pain instead of waiting to find out that it MIGHT be cancer. Dr. Clark’s website has a nice assortment of zappers that you can buy:

Also, do not put anything on your body or IN your body with PROP in it. This can be in the form of isoPROPal alcohol or PROPalene glycol or many other forms. If you see the 4 letters PROP together in an ingredient, do NOT use that product. It’s in many personal care products and now also in sour cream, ice cream........... SEARCH for PROP and avoid it like the plague. This is what I do constantly and will do so for the rest of my life if I want to have a life.

Now, you took Access class, correct? Well, your body is saying that it wants you to do Access 3 times a day for 4 days. Then twice a day for 6 days then once a day indefinitely. Also, it is imperative that you come and see me. My only opening this week is at 10:00 on Tuesday morning. I’ve taken all of the required BT classes now so I can help you at the same level that YYYYYYYY can. You need more BodyTalk now than before so let’s get to work.

I will share that Dr. Leonard Coldwell has done research that proves that almost all illness is the result of stress. He does a stress relief program that I listen to several times a day. 20 minutes is like 8 hours of sleep and I just love it. You can buy it for $100 at: www.instinctbasedmedicine.com Get the Christian version as it is a prayer to God for healing and totally awesome. If you come in to see me, I’ll let you listen to it while I do your session.

Dr. Coldwell has healed many people of cancer with his cancer program. He healed ALL of them who did not let doctors treat them first. Some of those who saw doctors first, he was NOT able to save. Please pray seriously about NOT letting the doctors do anything further with you. The only reason they do testing is to get you into chemo and radiation which make them rich. These techniques are ones that were used in WAR to kill off the enemy and it is CRIMINAL for these doctors to be putting these poisons into people’s bodies! I WILL PRAY FOR YOU TO HAVE PEACE IN THIS!!! I’ve recovered from cancer over 20 times and not once did a doctor touch me. I’m almost positive that I’d not be here at all if I had.

This is what I’ve learned in my battle to stay alive. I pray that you will act in your best interests and stop reacting in fear. 2 Timothy 1:7 says FOR GOD HATH NOT GIVEN US THE SPIRIT OF FEAR; BUT OF POWER, AND OF LOVE, AND OF A SOUND MIND!!! Fear is NOT from God! It IS what the medical system uses to make themselves rich while folks drop like flies from their cancer treatments. There’s something wrong here!!!! Trust in the Lord, XXXXXXX! Trust His natural ways to heal you without drugs; without surgery; and without radiation!!!!

Your friend,

Dawn Bornemann

Rising expectations

Well, I finally decided  to share with you all and I'm so glad--thanks for the nudge, Tamera!  You see, I've been dreaming of taking Module 9 for 4 1/2 years now.  Ever since my illness began, when Elizabeth would do matrixes, I dreamed of being able to help people like she was helping me and my family.  Now the Lord has worked it out for me to take the class and I am so excited!!!!!!!!!

What is a matrix?  Well, to my understanding, it's a group of people who have an energetic link to each other.  For instance, I am a part of the Harvey and Erdie Delzer matrix as these are the people that I grew up with.  I'm also a part of the Earl and Marly Bornemann matrix as that is the family that I married into.  Also, I am a part of the Robert and Dawn Bornemann matrix as that is the family that I have helped to mold and shape. I am also part of the matrix of the IBA; Sabbath keepers; home schoolers; goat owners; organic farmers; John Birchers; Sweet Adelines............................

What's so cool about Module 9, as I understand it, is that when I help my client on the table and a matrix that they belong to comes up, EVERYONE IN THAT MATRIX RECEIVES HELP FOR THE PROBLEM!  Is that cool or what?

Anyway, this is the first time that I'll be flying alone and fear has woken me up a few times but always the Lord is there.  It is also the first class that I will take where I don't know any of the other students.  I simply cannot imagine taking a class without Elizabeth in it!

So the thoughts of traveling alone, kept me too fearful to post about my upcoming solitary trip.  I had pretty much decided to keep the trip to myself until my safe return.  However, when I needed another paint roller this morning, the Lord sent me over to my neighbor's house.  Tamera encouraged me to share my needs with you and so I am--once again.

 Please pray for safety on the journey.  Please pray that I can stay on the GAPS diet while away from home as it takes some doing.  Please pray that my mind will be able to absorb all of the information.  Please pray that I will be a wonderful houseguest in the home to which I have been invited to stay.  Please pray that I'll forget all of the problems and have the time of my life being with other BodyTalkers who are in business working with the public--not too many of them around here you know.  :)

To all of this Cora said, "You make friends easily, Mom," and I smiled.  How silly of me to ponder the negative possabilites of this glorious opportunity.  On the other hand, this is all easy to say while sitting here in the safety of my own home.  It's quite another when the plane takes off and I fly quickly away from my beloved family and home. 

Well, I decided to see if You Tube has any pictures of airplanes for this post.  When I found this wonderful video, I started to get excited--a little bit.  But really, the flying machines that man have made ARE truly awesome.  I hope that you enjoy these pictures as much as I did.  Soon I'll be in one of these big birds, but one step at a time.  Now it's time to make supper.........................

Love to all,

Dawn

Focus

All right, I admit that I am just as easily persuaded to be glum as the next person when 6 newborn calves die in one week.  It's not that the cows didn't have lots of nice, dry straw to calve in.  Oh no, there were 2 big round bales spread out for them but they had to go and drop their calves right in the slop.  We can't watch constantly and it only takes an hour or so in 0 degree weather; with snow or rain coming down on top of you, when your mother drops you in the slop (mixture of melted snow; the soil; and manure), to snuff out your little life.

It was just too cold for too long for their little bodies to be able to snap out of it.   Although one went in the shower with Robert; one slept with Cora on the kitchen floor; and they all got cayenne pepper down their throat and BodyTalk from me, they died.  There is something terrible about death at the beginning of one's life!  So I admit that we have all been depressed all last week!
One thing about it, though, is I have changed my mind a LITTLE bit about 4 wheelers.  One home school family that we know lost their dad (Jim S.) to one of them PLUS a friend of mine will be crippled for life because of one.  Jacob's friend, Jacob Long, died at the age of 13 from a 4 wheeler accident and they have just given me the creeps for almost a decade since Jim's death. 
Still, the other night at 4:00 AM when Andrew banged on our bedroom wall from OUTSIDE that there was a new calf that needed to be dealt with, I didn't turn down his offer of a ride.  I literally haven't felt comfortable on them for years, so I swallowed hard.  Still, when there is slop a foot deep EVERYWHERE, it beat walking in the dark.  Andrew has always been a careful driver and I clung on to the back rack for dear life as it rocked back and forth in the moving slurry under the wheels. 
THAT was when I began to see why farmers have been buying those things like candy even though they are many times lethal when not handled with mature hands OR when a deer hits you.  So this morning, when it was time to get the bulls out of the herd and turn them into the bull pen, I found myself riding on the back of it with Cora as the driver.  She's a very good driver, too, but I sure didn't think that I'd find myself driving it.
As God continually works against my fears, He puts me in situations where I must rely on Him or walk in the muck.  When we were all finished, Robert came back with it and I realized that he meant for me to drive it.  Did you ever have a moment when your heart starts beating like mad and you just know that you will DIE if you have to do the thing that you fear? 
A quick prayer later found me slowly crawling my way back to the road going a very fast 4 mph.  Robert told everyone later that he wondered if I'd kill it but I did NOT!  I even got it up to 9mph on the road on the way back to the farm--so there.  Andrew even got a picture of me on his new wheels to prove that I conquered my fear--for today anyway.

As long as the camera was out, I decided to show you a bit of our mess.  This is in the yard sloping down towards the Quonset.  You can see the most of the water has drained off here and deep tracks are the reminders of the mess that just recently was here.

Just a few feet away, in the tractor ruts, are puddles of water still standing.

A few feet further South is the replacement Heifer pen.  These are the best of the girl calves that were born last year and we wanted to keep back for breeding.  They are one year old now and they will get bred this Summer so that their first calf will come into the world one year from now when they are 2 years old.  Robert bedded these down almost every day as they had no shelter from the storms.  There's not enough barn space for them but, when the wind was out of the North, we'd open the gate and let them get out of the wind be standing beside the barn.  It is VERY hard on me to see animals suffer like they have been suffering these past 2 weeks!
On my way back to the house, I took this picture of my front flower bed.  If you look closely, you can see little shoots of green starting to poke through the cold earth.

Here is my South flowerbed.  You may recall that it got away from us last year, after the tulips bloomed, and we just mowed it off.  I had an idea the other night of putting black plastic down between the tulips on the right and the irises on the left.  We can plant into the ground by cutting holes in the black plastic and the plastic will provide a week barrier.  We're going to try it in the garden this year so that's what gave me the idea to try it out front.

Heading back to the house, I saw my new wheels all full of mud.  We went to Mandan yesterday to spend some time with Robert's parents and things were sloppy on the way home--SURPRISE, SURPRISE!  This color of vehicle really seems to work well for us as it hides a LOT of mud which certainly comes in handy this time of year!

Here is a picture of my hopeless entryway.  I really despise the word, "Hopeless," as with God all things are possible, but it has been a hopeless task trying to keep it clean this Spring.  Mud, milk pails, and manure are everywhere and constantly coming in.  I keep putting essential oils out there, when the scent is more than I can bear, and so we limp along.  Can you believe that I have clients walk in the house through that mess?  Fortunately the only ones who come here to the house are farm wives themselves, or they grew up on farms, so they understand.

Now for the good news, when we were picking out some flowers for my in-laws yesterday, I simply could not resist bringing a bouquet home for us.  "We've had such a terrible week," I said to Robert, "WE need some flowers too," and so I did.
That brings me to the title of this blog post: we can always choose which things we're going to focus on, can't we?  The old, sad Dawn would be out cleaning that entryway right now (not like I haven't every week since we moved here).  All of the pain of shingles on the brain, though, has taught me that I need to find ways to delight myself in this sloppy, messy, sinful world.  Writing just happens to be one of the things that brings me delight so I am very happily typing away instead.  GOOD FOR ME!
Just so that you, too, can have delight in God's wonderful creation, I'm sharing a picture of my lovely Spring bouquet sitting on the table right now.  It has a huge Gerbara daisy on the top; 2 lovely roses;  tons and tons of daisies, and one yellow carnation which is almost like having yellow daisies.  I hope that you will enjoy them too!

Here I am holding the first flowers of the year--HAPPY SPRING EVERYONE!

Tagging calves

THERE IS SOMETHING THAT I ABSOLUTELY HATE ABOUT THIS TIME OF YEAR! It's called, "Tagging calves." In order to identify a pair out on the open range all Summer, the calf must receive an ear tag bearing it's mother's number in one of it's ears. Now, a brand new baby calf doesn't much care, but a mother who has just pushed out it's beloved is another matter.

Earlier this week, when Cora and Andrew were both at work, it fell to me to go and help Robert tag the 6 new calves that were born that day. The first one we did was just a little huffy and I didn't mind it too much when Robert yelled that I get up in front of him with the baseball bat to protect him from her. She didn't really seem all that mad when I was behind Robert, but when I got out in front of him, I could see that she was not in love with him grabbing her baby and wrestling with it to get the tag in it's ear.

The second one, I got out in front of him right away because I could see that indeed was MY place to be as the protector of the tagger. This one backed off as soon as she saw the baseball bat and heard my growl--as much as a woman of 52 can growl.

The third one was another matter. She was snorting and pawing the ground. I shook the bat at her and whacked it down to show her that I would do that to her head if she came any closer. Now, if you have ever been in a showdown with a 1,000 + pound animal 5 feet away who is determined to get past you to her precious baby, you will know the real meaning of fear.

I kept gulping and hoping that Robert would say that the calf was tagged and I could get out of the way between the mother and the calf, but it was a little bit feisty and it took awhile. In the meantime, the mother came closer and closer to us and pawed the ground something awful. I was frozen to the spot, remembering getting trampled by that heifer last year, when suddenly a cry came out of my throat, "HELP US, LORD!"

At that exact second an angel came to our help, as I literally saw the large beast pushed to the side about 100 feet. She was so stunned that she lost all of her steam and just stood there shaking her head trying to figure out what had happened. PRAISE THE LORD FOR HIS PROTECTION AND PROVISION OF SAFETY!!!

Just moments later, Robert said that the tag was in the ear and that I could back out of there. He looked up then, and saw the cow gone, and was amazed that she had given up so easily. I guess you would have had to have seen it to believe it. Thank you, God!

Well, the next cow we outsmarted. She went into the corner of the fence line and Robert cut her off from her calf with the RAM. I opened the door on my side and poked the bat out at her. This distracted her enough so that Robert could get out the driver's side and tag the calf--piece of cake. I knew that if she would take a wild notion towards me, I'd just slam the door shut and she could bang her old head into the side of the vehicle. If she would decide to run around the RAM, I'd let Robert know in time and he could jump inside before she got around to plaster his hide.

To think that I've been doing this for 30 years with this man and so far we've never lost any skin. Once we got close. About 10 years ago, I felt led to take the pitchfork with me as we walked up the hill to the cattle at the other farm we were at before we bought this place. The cows were eating the bales that Robert had put on top of the trailer.

One new calf stood beside it's mama at the end of the trailer. Being we had walked up the hill, instead of taking a vehicle, the cow hadn't heard our approach as it was a very windy day. Robert sneaked up on the calf and almost had the tag in it's ear, when it let out a terrible beller. The mother came unglued and turned on Robert.

This took Robert by surprise and he put it in reverse something fast. This cow meant business. When Robert backed up, he tripped over a frozen chunk of manure and fell down. As I came out of shock, I realized that this cow was going to trample my husband into the ground. She had her head lowered, and definitely had the edge on him, and I saw myself a widow.

Then suddenly I remembered that I had the pitch fork in my hand. I raised it over my head and with every ounce of strength I had, just as she grunted her intent to kill, I whacked her on the head from the side. THUNK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Robert got up quickly, as the cow staggered from the blow, and we ran down the hill together breathless. How I praised God that day that I had followed my intuition and took that pitchfork up the hill with me although I had never done it before. Now, I've traded weapons for a baseball bat, as it's less likely to poke ME than a pitchfork would in the heat of battle.

Back to Thursday. The 5th cow was an oldy but goody. We got her walking away and by the time she turned around, it was all done. Why couldn't they all be that way?

Cow number 6 fell for the same trick we used on #4. We got her to go past the old school bus (which is used for a calf shelter) and the calf stayed between the bus and the barn. Robert was pretty much in an island as he tagged her. I kept the cow entertained by hanging my bat out of the RAM door. If she had decided to run around the vehicle and the bus, Robert would have jumped into the vehicle and been safe--of course the calf would have remained untagged. My role as distracter, then, is a vital role in the whole process. Sometimes it's down-right deadly and sometimes just scary--at any rate, it is the one thing about Spring which is down-right awful!

Sometimes the calves must remain untagged until a time when the mother isn't in such a murderous mood. Usually at the next feeding, we will watch for her to be off eating and then tag the calf. Sometimes the calf must go untagged because we come out when the mother is already eating, and we don't know who she is, so we can't give the tag her number.

Right now we're feeding one in the barn who was calf #7 the day I was out with Robert. We just could not figure out who the mother was. Robert was playing with it TRYING to get it to beller so that the mother would come, but nothing happened. That was really weird.

Since then Robert has been taking a bottle out to supplement it's milk supply, hoping that the mother would show up. Finally 2 days later, they brought the calf in as no mother had claimed it yet. Sometimes a dead cow might show up then, but nothing like that has happened, so that goes to show that a weakly mothering instinct is no good either.

So now this morning after Jacob and I milked the goats, I found Cora very upset as she had just had an experience similar to the one that I had with the "Angel" cow on Thursday. I offered to go back out with her and Andrew to try again, but she preferred Jacob, who can move faster than me. This left me to come in here and see what I could do to help energetically.

I prayed for wisdom to know what to do to help my children to be safe. The first thing that I had to do was cortices to all of the cows who would have their calves tagged today--there were 4 of them so far. Then I got the Reiki going to protect my children. Also the children needed Emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) to help them release the negative energies associated with other such situations in the past. This really helped ME too. Lastly, I had this wonderful thought, "I wonder if WRITING about tagging calves will help me to get rid of some of this built up stress at the thought of my children being out there facing mad mamas?" Hence, this blog post.

I decided to include a picture of a cow-calf pair that we had to get in the barn as she needed help and we ended up pulling the calf. Getting a cow into a barn, while she is in the middle of a difficult labor, is probably a topic that deserves it's own post, so I'll just say that I pray a LOT when this needs to be done too. It's worth it, though, when the calf is alive and we can see them happily bonding through the nursing process. It's another thing when, after 9 months of pregnancy and all of that work, the calf is dead as happened with one of Cora's cows about a month ago. It gets pretty gloomy around here then.

Mostly I started writing this to get rid of some steam while my children were out tagging calves. However, now they have come in all smiles at their success; they've taken their showers; and are eager for lunch. I guess that means that I'd best close this post about the hazards of tagging calves. If you happen to think of the farmer/ranchers at this time of year, I'm sure that there's not a one who wouldn't appreciate prayers for safety as they're out facing very protective mamas in the process of tagging calves.

SABBATH BLESSINGS TO ALL,

Dawn--the protector of the calf tagger

17th floor of the Capitol

Some of you have been asking for more details about my day last Friday. I finally am getting over the increased pain from the events, so I think I can handle writing about it now. It was a big day for our whole family as Robert & Andrew were heading up north to look at a grain cleaner for Andrew; Cora was riding along with them to pick up a "New" basset hound in Minot; Jacob wanted to go see his friends the Bartlett boys; and I had this luncheon meeting at noon.
It was stressful for me, right off the bat, as I had to drive Andrew's pickup. With all of Andrew's luggage + banjo for his weekend at the Bartletts, plus Cora's plan to come home with a dog and her kennel, it seemed best for them to take the van for all of their "Stuff." I've only driven Andrew's pickup once so it made me nervous to have to take it to Bismarck for the day.
Then when I got up there, I had a hard time finding a parking spot. It somehow galls me to pay for parking and the hotel where the luncheon was held parks their cars in a parking ramp. I drove around the block several times until I found a spot on a side street. I wasn't exactly late, but I heard someone say, "Amen" just as I entered the restaurant.
Everyone sat down and the table was full. There was a small table behind Elizabeth and she gestured me towards it after she greeted me. Ellen came a few minutes later and Tone-Lise and Bel a little later yet and we filled up the table with BodyTalk practitioners. Just in case anyone is wondering, I had a $7 turkey sandwich with some raunchy potato chips. I was listening too much to the meeting at the time to think of asking for a salad instead. In this picture you can see Elizabeth in the blue and my partner, Ellen, in the green at my table.

Here are some of the other ladies. Most of these people were Core Synchronism practitioners but a few were Reiki ladies too. We pretty much listened to what has been happening out in the Dickinson area as we munched. I was appalled to hear that several Reiki practitioners had police officers come to their office with a massage therapist with them. The Reiki practitioners were required to continue their sessions, with the law breathing down their neck, to see if they were using any massage techniques. HOW CAN THIS BE? Do the police bow to the beck and call of the ND Massage Therapy board now??????????????

Our meeting broke up a little after 1:00 with everyone heading for the Capitol. Needless to say, I was UPSET. I arrived at the Capitol at the same time as my friends Bel and Tone-Lise. We took a quick tour of the House of Representatives and the Senate while I shared about our various home school battles we'd fought there and the battle to keep GM wheat out of ND in 2002. These friends were pondering taking the steps to the 17th floor and I thought I'd at least start out with them. I had a little extra steam to get rid of so I started out with vigor.

Bel said that she wanted to go at least to the 10th but we both needed to rest long before that. Tone-Lise never even got out of breath and she shared how people in Norway, her native land, walk a lot more than people do here. Well, as we came up on the 10th floor landing, I said, "Well Bel, I'd really like to go to the 12th." She laughed and after a rest, we continued our climb.

Then on the 12th floor landing Bel said to me, "Well Dawn, how about we go to the 15th?" We laughed together then and Tone-Lise said, "TO THE TOP LADIES," and so we did. We passed the 17th floor, where the meeting was to be held 20 minutes later, and climbed to the 18th floor which is an observatory. WHAT A GLORIOUS VIEW THERE IS UP THERE--ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S THE FIRST TIME YOU'VE EVER MADE IT UP THERE WITH YOUR OWN TWO LEGS!"

Well, we enjoyed the view for a few moments and then descended to the 17th floor. We found the room, which was full of people already, and I was blessed when one of the ladies offered me her chair. I must have looked all worn out from the climb so I thanked her and sat down. I shared the arm of the chair with my friend of 20 years, Bel, and the meeting began.

Assistant Attorney General Mr. Edward Erickson (pictured below) opened the meeting at exactly 3:00. I think he was quite surprised with what he heard. Mr. Erickson had a hand-held recorder which he aimed at anyone who spoke. At first it was a bit daunting but then, when we realized that we were all saying the same thing, a group cohesion was quickly knit. You see, ALL of us now have a common enemy and that is indeed quite bonding.

The Dickinson ladies went first, as that is the war zone at present. One of the ladies shared that she had been at the Capitol on the day that the new Massage law was passed last year. However, when she realized that what was being said only applied to Massage therapists, she never gave it another thought. However, when an article appeared in the Dickinson Press last December, which was paid for by the ND Massage board, things changed. You see, in that article they charged that many of the energy modalities are practicing massage. Further, they demanded that if we did not stop doing our work, they would prosecute us and the penalty is $25,000.

Everyone who wanted to speak their mind concerning this nonsense could share their thoughts with the ND Massage Therapy Board via the tape recording. This young woman shared that she has clients who are critically ill and who depend on her Core treatments to keep them alive. I shared how once I was in that condition and Elizabeth's BodyTalk sessions kept me alive. I further shared that most of those sessions were done on the phone and it's pretty tough to move muscle tissue over the phone.

This Core practitioner further shared that she has collected testimony from her clients and most of them said the same thing, "How stupid do you think we are that we wouldn't know the difference between a massage and a Core session?"

These pictures were taken after the meeting but I wanted to show you "My" life saving BodyTalk practitioner in the blue here--Elizabeth Hanson. She does such a good job of presenting her thoughts and she out and out demanded that the ND Massage Therapy board PUBLICLY apologize to all of us for the slander that they caused us by mentioning our modalities in such negative tones. EVERYONE IN THE ROOM CLAPPED THEN!!!

Many people complained that the massage board did NOT meet in January, when they are scheduled to, so that we could take our grievances to them before we must lose income from their slanderous newspaper article. Elizabeth shared that 2 BodyTalk practitioners in the state have decided to postpone their work until something can be resolved here. It does make one wonder when the police have already been involved and it's not like I have $25,000 to give away.

Elizabeth said that we are all running legitimate businesses with credentials from our certifying organizations who truly do understand the ins and outs of what we do. She offered to give every one on the Massage Therapy board a free BodyTalk session to help them try to understand that BodyTalk is NOT massage. Later I offered to help her IF she happened to get anyone take her up on her offer as she is a very busy lady and things shouldn't all fall on her shoulders any more.

At the end of the meeting, there was still many practitioners with very high emotional levels in the room. Mr. Erickson could tell that things were not handled right on the part of the board for so many to come out to speak. He said that most of the time nobody comes to those meetings. Once in a while, someone will come to watch but not to actually SAY anything. Well, if you get someone playing high and mighty trying to take away your income, of course people are going to get upset. But it's more than that--these people are all healers!!! These people, like me, all have others depending on them for life-strengthening therapies. HOW DARE ANYONE SAY THAT THE PEOPLE OF NORTH DAKOTA DO NOT HAVE A RIGHT TO GO TO ANY PRACTITIONER THAT THEY WANT TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We were falsely accused and my writing here is only the beginning of the writing that I intend to do on this subject. I will write at length my thoughts on this subject to the ND Massage Therapy board. I will inform them that I have people from all around the WORLD reading about their RIDICULOUS attempt to take over the alternative health care realm in ND. I intend to use this to show them that ALL TYRANTS WILL BE EXPOSED AT SOME POINT FOR WHAT THEY REALLY ARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How dare ANYONE in the United States of America lie in order to attempt to stop the free flow of ideas for the benefit of all??????????????? TELL ME THAT YOU GREEDY VILLAINS!

Well, I wasn't quite so emphatic in the Capitol on Friday, as I'm a much better writer than speaker, However, I didn't hesitate to point out that if Elizabeth had not been allowed to practice BodyTalk in 2006, I WOULD BE DEAD!!!!!!!!!! I wouldn't be here to help all of those I'm helping in BT currently and all of those I'll help in the future. I closed my thoughts with, "We NEED this modality in North Dakota!!!!!!!!"

Just before my friends Bel (on the left) and Tone-Lise descended the staircase, Bel said to me, "Dawn, you were very eloquent in your talk." ME, ELOQUENT???????? I just laughed, but it made my day! You know, I lost almost all of my friends when I pursued BodyTalk to save my life, but God has blessed me with a new set of friends. How many friends do you have who would urge you to climb the capital and wait while you caught your breath at every other floor? These 2 alone (not to mention all of you out there) make my life so rich so as to hardly even imagine that I once thought of myself poverty-stricken in the friends department. Isn't that just like the Lord? So many times I try to make something happen on my own and it all falls apart. However, when I just follow Him and obey His will for my life, THEN he adds the desires of my heart on top of the peace that passes all understanding for being where he wants me to be. Praise the Lord, oh my soul!!!!

We have no word about a meeting date with the massage board yet but I am praying that it will happen soon. We all agreed to meet with them, face to face, so now we wait. Do you suppose they'll be man enough to face us?????????? It should be interesting and I'll keep you posted.

In the meantime, each one of us must decide how to proceed with our businesses. I am leaving it up to the Lord. If He brings me someone to work on, then I will work on them. I'll make sure that they know that I'm not doing massage on them, but I refuse to make them feel like a bunch of dummies. PEOPLE KNOW WHEN THEY'RE GETTING A MASSAGE AND PEOPLE KNOW WHEN THEY'RE GETTING A BODYTALK SESSION. Why must that be so difficult to understand????????

Conquering my fears,

Dawn

Excited

I am so excited this morning!!! How can I explain the difference that I sense in my being since the BreakThrough (a division of BodyTalk) session a week ago? Yvonne, that was a life-changing experience and I thank you with a joy filled heart!

Everything is changed from that one session of analysis of my life. You may recall that, by answering the questions in the BreakThrough protocol, I was able to see that the reason I have rejected love coming into my life is because deep down I truly believed that I WAS (past tense) unlovable. Now I can see so clearly the many times that God DID send love into my life, but I just refused to see it because it didn't fit in with my preconditioned thought, "I am unlovable."

Here are a few ways that I have been able to receive love in the past week.

One wonderful change that I've noticed, now that I DO view myself as lovable, is that I've been able to accept help more easily. Thanks for the hand, Andrew, as I have always been afraid of going ice skating. Once I went as a child and my friend fell down; poked her skate deeply into her leg; and I watched horrified as the blood came squirting out of her leg. Sounds like I could use a little Active Memory work there, as that STILL turned my stomach talking about it just now.

The most amazing change in me, though, is how this knowledge that I am INDEED lovable, has chased away FEAR in my life. Everyone here, including myself, was almost shocked that I WANTED TO GO ICE SKATING WITH MY CHILDREN. This just has not been the way that I have been in the past. My mind will have to spend some time analyzing why my not loving myself caused me to be so fearful. Any thoughts?

This is one more way that I was able to receive love this week that I'm almost positive would have escaped my attention without having done the BreakThrough work. Last night, right before bed, I received this email from an acquaintance who lives near here. WOW. I was so thrilled and it still excites me to think that people around Napoleon now know that I do BodyTalk. You see, I had the courage to put the information in the local newspapers that I passed my certification exam. I had been wanting to do it ever since the test, but it was the BreakThrough session that prepared me to receive positive feedback from the articles.

Hi Dawn,

Just read the article about you in the Homestead. That sounds Awesome what you are doing! Good for you!!!

So this morning already, because I am excited about who I am, I replied with excitement to this potential friend. Also, I sent the article to my hometown newspaper asking them to print it too.

Also I am writing this post in my blog all during the time where I may have been snoring in my bed in self pity because, "I am unlovable." What a waste of time pondering that thought was!

WOW--ARE YOU STARTING TO GRASP THE POWER OF A THOUGHT?

One other exciting news event in my life is that I am going to Linton today to pick up the teddy bears that Martha B. is making for my children out of my mother's expensive fur coat. Also, I get to see my dear friend, Sarah, as I am taking her their Azure order. She is aching to see the teddy bear as she, too, has an old coat................ You can watch for pictures of that later. :)

Hugs,

Dawn