What If You Just Imagine

Just imagine IF. Just Imagine if every bite of food you take is pure and perfect. Just imagine IF every bite of food is nourishing your body and feeding it exactly what it is your body needs for optimal health and vitality - no matter what you are eating, just imagine it providing everything you need perfectly. This is not to say go out on a junk food diet and at the same time if you are eating junk food, do love it. It is saying that no matter your circumstances the food you are able to provide for your body can be imagined as exactly what you need and it will be that. All I AM saying here is that you need to focus on the results you want, not the results that are fed into your mind by society or what we are taught to believe. You must also learn to listen to your body. Your body will tell you what it wants which may be by telling you what it doesn’t want. Our bodies know what will nourish them and they automatically know how to get it. If something is for instance nauseating you, you may need to eliminate that from your diet at least for a while. Our focus as a society is drawn to what is bad or not good for us and what it is doing to our bodies. If we were all to love the food we eat it would change and be beneficial to us. If we were all to focus on our crops and food being pure as if organic, then our crops and food would be pure as if organic. Companies like Monsanto would dissolve and cease to be because everything they are trying to do would not be. It wouldn’t hold. Just imagine IF. It only takes imagination and pretending. Rewrite the stories in your mind and ask WHAT IF? What if this ???? (whatever food) is exactly what my body needs? What if this food is creating perfect health in my body? What if this food is nourishing all of my trillions of cells? What if this food is nourishing and strengthening my DNA? What IF? This can be used for every aspect of life. When you make this a practice and focus on what you want everything changes. Just try it for a month and see what happens. Much Love to you!!! Sending you LOVE LIGHT HUGS!!!!

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The Accident

I was driving my car to the store on Friday evening June 7, 2013, at 5:00 PM. I was stopping at a red light behind other traffic when I looked up to see a Lexus SUV speeding towards me. My first instinct was to move into the next lane over, but there was no reaction time. By the time I was telling my husband that there was someone coming fast we were already hit. He said I yelled so the words never even came out, neither did any movement on my part to move the car at least from appearances. Had I moved the car towards the other lane I truly believe the hit would have been worse. I was in shock. What I saw visually and what happened were not one and the same. From somewhere behind where I sat in the drivers seat I watched the air bags gently deploy and slowly deflate and go down as if through a fog. It felt like one tremendous hit and I am not sure I really remembered that either. The hood had buckled as we hit the vehicle ahead of us. I sat there in the drivers seat, stunned and realized the car was still running. The car sounded funny and there was a puff of steam or smoke that had a strange odor so I told myself that I better turn it off. I told my husband we better get out. We got out. We walked away from the car. I noticed it was smashed front and back. I tried to call 911 several times, but my phone was giving me an error message. It was really strange. I kept telling people or the air that I couldn’t call 911 and I finally gave up. I texted my son that my car was totaled, maybe even before the police got there. He texted back with questions. I sent him a picture and kept asking if he got it. He finally called. He had got down the road a few miles, like less than 10 miles away so he came back to take care of me. I posted the picture of the car on Facebook. I don’t think it posted the first time so I posted as my status that I used to have a car. I’m not sure that is a normal reaction, but as I was in shock I didn’t really know anything. I was just doing. My son said I needed to take pictures. The police arrived and asked if anyone was hurt. We claimed we were not. I just had a sore left arm and I had no idea why my left arm felt raw and sore. They had us exchange insurance information between the three of us. My son came back and coached me through everything else. He had me call the insurance company. The guy at my insurance company insisted that he could not call the insurance company of the guy who hit me. He said I had to do all that myself. He told me I had to send them (my insurance) the amount of the deductible up front before they would do anything, but he could start the claim over the phone. He asked what happened and then he started badgering me about what I was doing in great detail. That started bringing me out of shock through anger and then the tears started. That’s when it really hit me that I lost my car. I gave the phone to my son and the guy kept insisting that they couldn’t contact the other insurance company for us and that it was illegal for him to do so. My son had been rear ended and had his vehicle totaled in December and he had the same insurance company and they took care of everything for him. The other insurance company then contacted him and made their offers. I don’t know why they wouldn’t do that for me. I still felt no pain other than my arm. It took a few days for the pain to begin and it kept getting worse. I took care of the all the calls to the other insurance company and I got my husband and I checked out at the doctor’s office. They did an MRI on my husband and gave him some pain pills and a muscle relaxer and I got a muscle relaxer. My pain wasn’t horrid at that time. Neck and back pain with burning the length of my back. My right ankle and left big toe hurt. We determined that was from the shoes/flip flop sandals, kind of high and very thick. My left foot ended up bruised across the toe line and the right foot was bruised all the way back to the ankle. The arm was severely bruised and scraped probably from the air bag. My right hip/thigh felt pinched, too. My husband definitely had neck pain and right shoulder through finger pain and numbness. We were very blessed that this is all that happened. My car was demolished both front and rear. The only thing intact was the cabin. The rear doors were pushed forward enough to make one jammed open the other jammed shut. The front doors opened. The car did its job. It had 222,713 hard miles on it and had still almost looked new. It also ran like it was in perfect condition, there was nothing wrong with my car that I know of. It died to save us. The crumple zone worked. Everything worked. We are still getting treatment and we are still having pain and stiffness. I can’t do a lot of stuff without getting sore. I can do things and take a break for a while and do some more and take a break. If I don’t take a break I really pay. Muscles start freezing, neck gets stiffer and the burning in the back comes back. I needed to experience this so that I could have more compassion for people in pain. I had gotten not quite hard, but more hardened to people in pain after my job that I had for eight years that consisted of reading so many medical records of people that had complaints of pain, disease, illnesses that I really thought they wanted to be in pain or sick. I listened to people at work compare their pain and illness. Everywhere around me everyone seemed to be in pain or sick. I didn’t understand. I didn’t realize how numbed to it I had gotten, but I had and this accident was one of my wake up calls. I used to always feel compassion and like part of me felt their pain. That was my strength as a nurse. I had compassion and love for my patients. They knew I cared. When I left nursing I wanted to make people better. When I left my last job I knew what I truly wanted to do. My desire is to make hospitals nearly obsolete. They should only have to be there for emergencies. Illness should not be. I have known for some time that I am a healer. I called myself that many years ago, but didn’t know what it meant or what I was supposed to do. I now see myself helping people through their tribulations, aches, pains and illness to find their happy, healthy place. That is my goal.

Compassion on Memorial Day Today as we celebrate Memorial Day in the United States we are called to honor our fallen heroes. Those beautiful souls who gave their all for us, our country, our Constitution as well as those who gave hearts se we can live in freedom. We respect and honor our soldiers and veterans, both living and passed. We do not have to like war to do this. This is a reminder of who these people were and are. There may be some very graphic details in order for me to show you what I desire to show you, but it is very important and heart wrenching to understand a little of it. This is the story of idealistic young men and women who join the armed forces to protect our country, freedom and ideals. There are those in the past that were drafted (forced to join) to fight for our nation. They were and are all doing their jobs. This is important. World War II veterans and prior were all heroes. They are ALL heroes doing the job they were recruited to do. We owe them some respect. The Viet Nam war was ugly; there is no other way to describe it. The disrespect our precious young men and some women were treated with was even uglier. The things they saw over there were beyond our comprehension. The culture there was very different. We do not understand or comprehend or try to understand these differences. We were there to help save a country. Our young people, mostly men, went there to fight for what???? They didn’t even truly understand, but they were given a job to do and they did it. They had to fight the North Vietnamese army, the Viet Cong (VC). The VC fought differently, that is/was their culture. They used men, women and children. Women and children were sometimes used as decoys or bombs. Life did not/does not have the same meaning there. These people would be used this way to blow up or distract our troops so they could destroy them. Our troops were to also kill them (the other troops). I want to (this gets ugly) say how would you feel if your troop (your only friends with you) were the ones who got blown up by a woman or child used as a bomb decoy? Just a question to ponder. There are certainly some who would snap, as would many of us, realistically. There were certainly some who were not honorable as well, but this was not the majority. The whole should have been treated with respect. There were young medics and/or nurses who were forced to triage the incoming wounded. They had to pick who they could save and who they couldn't. This was not what they signed on for. They were there to save lives, all lives. It was not a choice, it was a necessity. Have some heart, thank a vetern, soldier, sailor and Marine. The wars since Viet Nam, especially those in the Middle East have had many similarities with Viet Nam (certainly not in the numbers), but in the philosophy of the people there. Again, we do not understand this, nor do we comprehend it. They are not afraid to use women and children in their cause. There are many suicide bombers there. They use people to blow up other people. It is very ugly. Life does not have the same meaning to them, it may be sacrificed in the name of religion and belief. Our troops there may pass an innocent looking vehicle or person only to have it blow up and/or blow them up. Remember they are there doing a job. It is a job for our country. They don’t all choose to go there. Remember that. I want to say that what almost all of our troops and veterans have in common is LOVE of country and our ideals and freedoms. Thank them; they have done a fabulous job for us to the best of their ability and knowing. I love our troops and veterans both here and fallen. I respect them and honor them and hope they understand the message I am attempting to portray. With much, much love, Janice Patrice Hart