What would you do if you discovered a cure for
just about everything?
It could have been a beautiful, desert June
afternoon. The thermometer only stretched to 100 degrees.
There was deep blue sky, the children's laughing screeches
in the pool as hummingbird's circled their red sugar feeder...
oh, how perfect it could have been, I thought as I lay in
bed alternatively wrenching from pain to a drugged induced
coma like sleep. I was loosing the site in the left eye, the
left ear no longer could hear. Hair fell in clumps from the
back of the left side of the head, and the pain was relentless.
Can a head burst open? My thoughts continued about canceling
my 10 year old daughter's birthday party scheduled 4 short
days from today. I thought about calling the children's father
in New Jersey to take them, as I couldn't care for myself,
yet alone any one else! What about the dogs? Maybe my fiancee
could take the dogs. Only a week ago, I was healthy, fit and
climbed to the top of Camelback Mountain for the first time
ever! How had this happened and happened so quickly?
What started as a very painful blister on my
arm quickly traveled up the arm and split into three different
locations following the trigeminal nerve. What I thought was
a insect bite was diagnosed in Scottsdale North Hospital Emergency
Room as shingles! What?! Didn't only "old " people
get shingles? I eat healthily, take supplements and exercise
almost everyday! How could this happen to me? Then the doctor
ask the awakening question. "Have you been under a lot
of stress?" The brain cells ignited remembering the three
year, $200,000 divorce proceedings that still hadn't ended;
and the ex-husband who enjoyed a good fight no matter the
cost to me, the children or our pocketbooks. Even daily meditation
hadn't been enough to combat the pure agony of not being able
to move on with life. Now I couldn't even see a life to move
on to. I was going to be blind in one eye, couldn't hear in
one ear and would have no hair on the back of my head and
who even knew if it would stop or continue to go into my brain!
As I lay there deciding how to have the children,
house and dog cared for, a dear friend, Joyce called. She
was calling to invite me to a lecture on Friday evening. As
I remembered, today was Wednesday. She listened to my story
in compassion, but it was clear, I could not go anywhere further
than the bathroom. We hung up. Then she called again.. She
told me that she wanted to pick me up and take me to someone's
home for a light frequency session at 3:30 P.M. I hesitated.
I couldn't even shower, the pain was so excruciating as the
drops hit my fragile head, shoulder and arm. But, wait, from
somewhere deep inside of me there was a "YES" and
it came out of my mouth!
At the appointed hour, she arrived proceeding
to try and explain to my drugged brain a light frequency generator
based on the work of Dr.
Royal Rife. He had apparently developed this technology
for cancer therapy, but in the half century its development,
the frequencies had been used for conditions other than cancer.
She explained that it's totally non-invasive, that all you
do is sit in front of the light frequency generator. The operator
chooses the frequencies for the condition you wish to address.
Driving further into the north desert, across a wooden bridge
to a home that blended perfectly with it's surroundings, I
told her I was desperate and would try anything. Joyce explained
that this woman called her house a "Chat House"
as most people sat around and chatted about health conditions,
supplements, cleansing procedures, doctors, etc. I discovered,
we also told a fair amount of jokes and laughed at our conditions.
It was the first time I'd laughed in a week! The Chat House
operator had received a new catalog only that day. This new
catalog contained a frequency for shingles, which she previously
hadn't known. Life is good! Everyone wanted to hug everyone
else, the only thing I really couldn't do as the pain was
so great.
After sitting there for one and one-half hours,
Joyce returned me to the neglected kids, dogs and increasingly
messy house. She explained that because the light was only
a 50 watt light, that people needed to go twice per day. Joyce
recommended that I read a book called The
Cancer Cure that Worked: Fifty Years of Suppression, written
by Barry Lynes for a complete explanation of Dr. Rife's technology.
I responded in a very negative manner, as my eye was so bad,
I was sure I couldn't read. That night, to my total amazement,
I didn't seem to need to take a pain pill. Still resting,
I actually watched a TV show. I still didn't feel the need
to take a pain pill!
The next morning, with new enthusiasm, I arose
and decided to go to the Chat House myself. Maybe I could
restore the lost hearing and eyesight! I could drive now,
as I wasn't on the pain medication. The others were shocked
to see me, sharing how different I looked; more present and
less afraid of being touched! I learned that Janet was coming
for an inoperable cancerous tumor that had wrapped around
the lower vena cava . Mick was coming for hemorrhoids, Emily
for liver cancer, Jim for leukemia and lymphoma and Joyce
for a sore that wouldn't close. My eye began to heal! What
a miracle! The pain was almost none existent. My thoughts
turned to my fiancee who had just been diagnosed with fibromyalgia.
I called him and he joined me for the afternoon session. Even
he couldn't believe the change in me! My smaller dog had a
liver tumor. Maybe I could bring him too! On Friday, after
the morning session, I began to cry, uncontrollably. Was this
some type of emotional release?
The owner of a new Dr. Royal Rife based technology
generator, Lynn, was the guest lecturer for the original lecture
that Joyce had invited me to that fateful, wonderful Wednesday.
His new machine is called the BeamRay. He was bringing the
technology into the 20th century with computers to program
frequency sets for different conditions, plus 200 and 300
watt models. This meant less sessions! He explained that cells
of cancer, strep, herpes viruses, etc. all vibrate at a certain
frequency. The programs in the generator matches that frequency
causing them to burst. He cautioned about drinking lots of
water to flush the by-products of this process from your system
and eating a diet that balanced the pH of the body. I asked
Lynn about the emotional reactions I was having during the
day. He laughed explaining that at least 60% of the people
using the frequency generator experience some type of emotional
release. This fit in my healing model concept , i.e., that
illness is a constricted energy flow and as it opens up you
may re-experience the original experience that caused the
constriction. His machine wasn't available yet, which gave
me time to do research on the "Rife" type machines
available on the planet. You see, I'm a engineer and feel
compelled to "research" everything. After about
10 months of research I still choose the BeamRay for the results
I saw in my fiancee, dogs, myself and others attending the
Chat House, plus it's ease of use!
Finally the day had arrived when I received
my own 300 watt BeamRay Light Frequency Generator and could
open my own Chat House. I've witnessed miracles in my own
family, as well as those attending on a regular basis. I've
even begun to believe that I got the shingles as God's way
of bringing this technology into my life and being able to
share it with others. Now if the BeamRay could only do something
for aging!
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