BodyTalk Saved My Life!
In July of 2006, we were in the middle of
the third drought in five years — one which threatened to take our farm. After
a lifetime of struggle, stress added on top of stress was too much for me and
my health started to deteriorate. I was
dying. My husband, Robert, took me to four different types of doctors to
try to identify the cause of what felt like a volcano going off in my head. But the cause of my failing health remained a
mystery.
The symptoms were intense heat in my head,
an ever increasing roaring sound in my ears (as though a freight train ran
always through my skull), dizziness which was so bad that I could not walk
without an arm to lean on, a weakening of the muscles in my neck so that my
head bobbed incessantly, and ever increasing pain. As week after week
followed, and doctors could not identify the problem, we started getting
frantic trying to find things to get rid of this silent enemy. I
consumed many herbal supplements for better nutrition with the hopes that the
situation would turn around somehow. But,
nothing stopped the growing pain. Much of the time it felt as though
someone was holding a hot iron to my neck.
The pain was endless. If I hadn’t known about using cloves for
pain relief, it is most likely I wouldn’t have made it through the first three
months of this nightmare — a nightmare that nobody could diagnose!
A doctor in Minot, North Dakota, Dr.
Briggs, was the first to provide some help.
He diagnosed an allergic response I was having to diesel fuel caused by my
tractor driving. He also diagnosed an
allergy I had to chlorine bleach from our dairy barn. We became hopeful
that we had found the culprits that were causing my poor health. Although he treated both of these allergic
responses, there was no real improvement. Worse, the anaphylactic attacks
(I had been suffering from these for several years prior) became more frequent.
All together, I had gone into
anaphylactic shock seventeen times.
I grew weaker and weaker by the
day. We were relieved when an MRI showed
that there was no brain tumor in my head. Still, nothing helped and I continued
to grow weaker. At this point, friends of ours sent their daughter to
stay with us to help with the work around our farm as the meager harvest needed
to be gathered and I lay helplessly on the couch day and night. As the
pain grew more intense, moving up into my skull, I planned my funeral and I
knew that the end was near. Finally my husband took me to a friend’s
health center to rest.
I knew that I was dying and I did not
want my children to watch it. They wore somber expressions constantly and
I wanted to give them a break. Altogether, I stayed there for eighteen
days which, I am certain, is the reason my life was saved. The first week
did not see much improvement in the pain levels. However, Paulette, who
owned the center, encouraged me to soak in her whirlpool as much as I needed.
I spent up to 6 hours a day in the whirlpool as it was the only thing that gave
my burnt nerve endings any relief. The water, softly flowing against my
nerves, soothed them gently and I could finally sleep.
It’s BodyTalk, though, that saved my life!
On October 2, 2006, my friend Paulette came home from checking on her neighbors and entered my sickroom. When she saw me in a semi-conscious state, Paulette got down on her knees by my bed and started praying. She cried out to God like this, “Oh God, I can’t take seeing this pain any more. Please take Dawn home, and end her sufferings, or give us something else that we can do to help her.” In the dark shades of my being, as the freight train roared on in my head, I agreed with her prayers.
Several hours later, after Paulette had
come in to say that she was going to bed and the house was quiet, I saw the
door of Heaven. I’m not sure which door it was but I know that I was hanging
onto life only by the prayers of the thirty families who were praying for me
and my own dear family’s prayers. At that point, I wanted to go through
that door more than I had ever wanted anything in my entire life. I was forty-eight
years old. I had lived my life for God and I was eager to receive my
reward and to see an end to my never-ending pain.
All I remember was walking on this
lovely garden path towards this light that was drawing me towards it. The
light seemed to be blocked by something and, as I drew closer to it, I saw that
the light was blocked by a heavy oak door and that there was a lovely ivy plant
all around the door.
I recall leaning against the door
wearily and dragging my arm up to knock on the door. It was the closest
that I have ever felt to God when I felt Him on the other side of the
door. I heard Him say my name and I had such joy that soon I would see
Him face to face.
I asked the Lord to let me in. But, I heard a firm, “NO.”
I begged Him to let me in so that this
wretched pain would end. But, again I
heard a loving but firm, “NO.”
I became frantic and asked, “why not?” His simple answer was, “Because you still have
work to do, dearest. I’m going to send you back.”
I sobbed as I leaned against the door
as if I could push through it to Him and meet my Savior face to face and END
the pain once and for all. I felt His love for me like I have never felt
it before and I took comfort that I was NOT alone — that He truly did know
about all that I was suffering.
After awhile, it must have been a
couple of hours, I heard the clock striking midnight. I found myself back in my bed with the tears
still wet on my face. I opened my eyes then and saw that brilliant light
shining in the room so bright that it blinded me and I had to close my eyes for
a few moments. When I opened them again, the light started to fade and I
became aware that the lamp on the night stand was still on but how pale it
looked in comparison to the light of Heaven.
It took a few moments before I could
move. When my strength came back to me a little, I took some more clove
capsules and turned the light off. Soon I rested deeply — more deeply than
I had in my entire life. I was here to help others and I would stay alive
if it killed me.
The next morning, I woke to the sense
that there was someone in the room with me. When I opened my eyes, I saw
nobody but felt someone approaching me from the upper left hand corner of the
room. I felt him brush my hair aside and He whispered in my ear, “Internal
shingles,” and finally I had my diagnosis.
I told Paulette and she mentioned that
a friend of hers had just returned from the International Apitherapy Conference
where a woman had shared how bee stings helped her get over shingles.
Paulette and I both believed that this was the answer to her prayers of the day
before and she went about making the arrangements to begin.
I know now that I fell apart because I had a special mission of healing ahead of me.
Friends of ours brought over a quart jar full of bees from their hives and we had a prayer service. When the test sting in my wrist did not produce anaphylaxis, we began with one sting in my neck. The next morning I woke up and that roaring freight train had decreased it’s decibel a teeny tiny amount. Still, it was hope and we did two that day. By the following day, there was noticeable improvement in the degree of dizziness and we knew that we were on to something.
My husband picked me up on our
anniversary after eighteen days of being apart from my family. I headed home to a new life. We took
that quart jar of bees home too and every day for nearly a year my daughter,
Cora, gave me on average five bee stings a day. Many have asked how this
was accomplished. So, I’ll say briefly
that we marked the five most painful areas on my head with a marker. We
learned to put the bees in the refrigerator to chill them and then Cora picked
one up with a tweezers. She squeezed him to make him angry and then put
his stinger on one of the marks on my head until he stung me. Then she
went and got another one until I had five bee stingers pumping their venom into
my skull. Cora then set the timer for thirty minutes and I laid with my
head on the pillow in my chair at the dining room table and waited for the pain
to stop.
Bee venom has powerful
anti-inflammatory properties plus it jump starts the immune system.
Further, God put an anti-depressant in the venom so that a few hours after the
stings I was pretty silly. Then it wore off. The pain came back and the
whole process needed to be repeated. Poor Cora, she had the hard part of
dealing with the live bees and crushing their skulls after they had stung
me. I just rested there and listened to the whole thing.
When I had received about 500 bee stings,
I learned of a class called BodyTalk Access. By this time, the dizziness
was gone and I could drive again. So, it
was a proud day when I could drive myself to class. If you’ve never lost
your driving privileges, you cannot imagine how delightful this was. I
was very nervous, though, as I hadn’t driven for several years and it was sixty
miles one way to the class. Then eight
hours of class. Then sixty miles for the
return trip. I was so amazed by the results of the eight-hour class on
BodyTalk. At the end of those eight
hours, I felt better than I had felt in months. I knew that BodyTalk was a special healing therapy.
I did the BodyTalk routine I had
learned in the class twice a day. I was
still pretty much bed-ridden at that point and I wanted to get well as quickly
as possible. Within six weeks, I was able to go from five to one bee
stings a day as my nerves were healing quickly with the BodyTalk treatments.
Four months later, I took a five-day class to learn how to do complete BodyTalk
sessions. As long as I live, I will rejoice as I think of the last day of
that class. Elizabeth Hanson, who was the BodyTalk Access instructor was
giving me in-depth BodyTalk sessions.
She tuned into my body to determine if bee stings were still a priority
for my continued healing, her answer was a definite ‘NO.’ Elizabeth told
me later that she kept asking numerous ways but the answer from my body kept
coming back that all of the BodyTalk treatments that I had received had already
healed me so that I no longer needed the bee venom therapy. I cannot
think of that moment, even five years later, and not weep for joy and gratitude
to God for Elizabeth Hanson and for BodyTalk!
After that, I gave myself multiple
BodyTalk sessions every week. Whenever I was in any pain, I sat down and
gave myself a session. The first thing that I did was the ‘cortices’
technique which you can learn how to do here in Dr. Veltheim’s short video:
I would do the BodyTalk "Cortices"
technique, which links the two sides of the brain, up to twenty times a day and
the pain would just go away. It is a miracle!!
The BodyTalk "Cortices" technique costs
nothing and it can help the brain communicate with the body so that it can heal
whatever problems the body is facing at any given time! I cannot urge you
enough to get in the habit of linking up your brain and your body using the
BodyTalk "Cortices" technique!
All together I had 750 beestings.
My massage therapist said to me one day, “What are all of these divots in your
skull?” and I told her. I am thankful for the bee venom therapy as it
kept me alive until BodyTalk came along. I am thankful that my daughter,
Cora, would conquer her fears every day to give me the bee stings.
However, I am MOST thankful that she does NOT have to give them to me anymore.
I LOVE doing the cortices
technique! I love getting BodyTalk sessions! I love feeling the
pain melt away and the remembrances of that most dreadful year of my life just
go back into it’s proper perspective. Now I look at that suffering and
think, “How I wish I had known about BodyTalk earlier!! How much
suffering I could have been spared.” I didn’t know about it before,
though, and I wonder if it isn’t so that I could grasp the depths of suffering
going on all around me.
Many people are hurting and I can help
them now like I never could have before I learned how to do the many BodyTalk
techniques. Herbs are wonderful. I’ve
had many healing moments with them. Healthy food and exercise are
wonderful for the body too and I’m all for them. Massages are wonderful
as the body loosens up and unwinds and I’ll probably get them until the day I
really do die.
It’s BodyTalk,
though, that saved my life! It is the most wonderful healing
technique that I have. I’d be dead
without it.
You see, after about 725 beestings, my
body was rejecting the bee venom. Huge welts were appearing on my neck
and there was itching like when I had begun. My naturopathic doctor, Dr.
Faye Johnson, had warned me that this would happen eventually and that I needed
to be looking for “something else” to help me. It was she who pointed me
to the something else which saved my life and restored me to a place of joy
that I have never known. All together I had 750 beestings during that
long year of partial recovery and then I moved on to a wonderful pain-free
healing experience called BodyTalk!
I know now that I fell apart because I had
a special mission of healing ahead of me. I needed to take some time for
my own healing before I could recover and proceed to help others heal. I
learned how to care for myself and heal myself using BodyTalk — I learned how
to laugh and be joyful again.
If you would like to begin on the
journey of joy that I have found through BodyTalk, please email me at: linkstohealing@gmail.com
There’s no need to suffer any longer — I
am here to help you find your joy again!
Thank you, Dawn Bornemann
Thank you, Dawn Bornemann
