A Cure for Cancer by Keith Varnum

When the telephone rang the next evening, I listened to his

already familiar litany of fears and angry tirades. Finally,

taking a quivering breath, I put to him the question my inner

coach had suggested, "John, do you want to die?"

"No, damn it!" he yelled into the receiver. "What a stupid

question! What the hell's wrong with you! Of course, I don't

want to die!"

Drawing on my abiding faith in my spirit, I responded with total

assurance, "Well, you don't have to. You can decide to live."

I told him about people who'd been diagnosed with terminal

cancer. Many I knew personally and some I'd heard of. Like him,

the medical profession had abandoned them. Like him, they were

sent home to die.

"But they refused to accept the verdict of death, John. They

healed themselves."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Finally, he

asked, "What kind of cancer?"

"All kinds," I answered. "Through the power of meditation and

the personal power of intention, the disease went into remission.

The cancers simply disappeared without any medical explanation."

I knew the concept was hard for my brother to accept. The notion

of self-healing was difficult for John to understand when he was

healthy, let alone while looking death in the face. Meditation,

spirit guides, angels, other dimensions-those things didn't

really exist for John. He loved me. I knew that as fact. But he

felt I was a kook. I asked him to think about it. He said he

would. The conversation ended shortly thereafter. I worried that

he would dismiss me and not call again.

The next evening, I hung around the telephone. It was getting

late. It was past the hour my brother usually went to sleep. I

was getting up my courage to call him when the phone rang. It

was John. We talked about the practical and physical worries

that had preyed on his mind throughout the day. Would there be

enough life insurance money for his family? Would his early

demise emotionally scar his sons? He cried. The paralysis had

spread. He didn't think he had much more time.

Once again I was prodded intuitively to ask, "John, do you want

to die?

Again, his anger crackled across the telephone line. No, he did

not want to die. How could I even ask such a ridiculous

question? This tumor in his brain wasn't something he wished for!

As before, I told him he didn't have to die. He could decide to

live. I listened to him rant on about my irrational beliefs and

eccentric lifestyle. I held my tongue.

"Do you know anyone who has beaten terminal cancer?" he demanded

angrily. "Personally, Keith! Do you personally know anybody who'

s survived advanced cancer after the doctors gave up on them?"

Pausing first to fortify myself, I then began sharing the

stories of every acquaintance I knew personally who had cured

themselves of terminal cancer. Like many people facing a medical

death sentence, my brother didn't want to hear about any

secondhand examples of cures. He was only interested in those

case histories in which I personally witnessed people with

tangible, visible complications directly linked to medically

diagnosed cancer. In addition, the examples were only valid for

John if the people had gone into remission and been cancer-free

for at least a year after the healing. John basically eliminated

every story I had in my arsenal except for five people. But that

was enough. He was listening.

Fortunately, in regard to my story telling, John's memory was

slipping fast. So, I could get away with repeating the same five

case histories over and over again!

I even got him to meditate with me over the phone. Together, we

asked for assistance from-as John put it-"whoever was listening."

After two months of nightly, intensely emotional talking

marathons, John awoke one morning to find his paralysis gone! He

could move his whole body. His wife rushed him to the hospital

for a magnetic resonance imaging test. The tumor had completely

disappeared! Within weeks, John's health returned to normal.

My brother decided to live. He cured himself. John is alive and

kicking today. And he's now decidedly more open to possibilities

beyond the limitations of the tribal collective consciousness-

the arbitrary societal beliefs he took on from his family,

friends, school and society.

In fact, he's begun his own exploration outside the boundaries

of mainstream cultural conditioning. John is enjoying being a "

househusband," driving the kids to soccer practice and music

lessons while his wife Sharon gallivants around the globe

lecturing as a tenured professor.

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BIO:

Drawing from the wisdom of native and ancient spiritual traditions, Keith Varnum shares his 30 years of practical success as an author, personal coach, acupuncturist, filmmaker, radio host, restaurateur, vision quest guide and international seminar leader (The Dream Workshops). Keith helps people get the love, money and health they want with his FREE “Prosperity Ezine” at www.TheDream.com.

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