"NEW YORK CITY 1965"

This weekend in 1965 I arrived at JFK Airport  with $10.00 US dollars.  I was informed prior to my arrival that the Streets were paved with gold.  What a surprise to discovered the  Streets littered with trash and noise polution.  I was glad to be here after growing up on the tropical Island of Trinidad, in the Caribbean. Where I lived in a tatched roof adobe on stilts, with poisonious snakes dancing their way among the rafters.  Water to drink and cook were collected from a stand pipe about one mile along the main Road.  Water to wash and bath were collected from the River about quater mile boarding the rented propeety we lived on. 

My friends God works in wonderful ways.  Fifty years later I live in one of the greatest States in the Union.  I am a Doctor of Clinical Psycology and Clinical Hynotherapy and Founder and President of the D'AbreauFoundation,Inc for Human Development in honor of my loving mother Brownie Isabella D'Abreau.  I am also in charge of research and development @ peakform.net. I do believe that The United States of America is a beautiful contry a land of fruited planes with good and caring people. Kindly give thanks to God for all the Blessings. Happy    Memorial Day. 

"God is with me."

"God is with me.  I live and move in Him."  God is with me. He is my Source of life, the life within, the air I breathe, the food by which I am sustained, the water which renews and cleanse me. He is my home, wherein I live and move;  the Spirit Which directs my actions, offers me Its Thoughts, and guarantees my safety from all pain.  He covers me with kindness and with care, and holds in love the Son He shines upon, who also shines on Him.  How still is he who knows the truth of what He speaks today!

"Father, we have no words except Your Name upon our lips and in our minds, as we come quietly into Your Presence now, and ask to rest eiyh You in peace for awhile."

 

"Let our minds be wholly healed."

Healing will flash across our open minds, as truth and peace arise to take the place of war and vain imaginings.  There will be no dark corners sickness can conceal, and keep defended from the light of truth.  There will not be any dim figures from our dreams, any obscure and meaningless pursuits with double purposes insanely sought, remaining in our minds.  It will be healed of all the sickly wishes that it tried to authorize the body to obey.

Now is the body healed, because the source of sickness has been opened to relief.  If we have been successful, there will be no sense of feeling ill or feeling well, of pain or pleasure.  There is no response in our minds to what the body does.  It usefulness remains and nothing more.

This removes the limits we had placed upon the body by purposes we gave to it.  The strength the body has will always be enough to serve all truly useful purposes.  The body's health is fully guaranteed, because it is not limited by time, weather or fatigue, by food and drink, or any laws we made it serve before.  We do not need to do anything to make it well, for sickness has become impossible.

If we let our minds harbor attack thoughts, yield to judgment or make plans against uncertainties to come, we have again misplaced ourselves, and made a bodily identify which   will attack the body, for the mind is sick.  We must tell ourselves; "We have forgotten what we really are, we mistook our body for ourselves.  Sickness is a defense against the truth.  We are not a body.  Our mind cannot attack.  Therefore we cannot be sick."
From Underneath the Mango Tree by BID.    

"Sickness is not an accident."

We cannot heal unless we understand what purpose sickness seems to serve.  When this is seen, healing is automatic.  Like all defenses, sickness is an insane device for self-deception.  Like all the rest, its purpose is to hide reality, attack it, change it, render it inept, distort it, twist it, or reduce it to a little pile of unassembled parts.

The aim of all defenses is to keep the truth from being whole.  The parts are seen as if each one were whole within itself.  Defenses are not unintentional, nor are they made without awareness.  They are secret, magic wands we wave when truth appears to threaten what we would believe.  They are a part of the unconscious mind.    

Happy Halidays