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Pat Rejoices in the Woods

This month, there’s a gratitude project going inside Assist U, my alma mater for Virtual Assistance Training.  So my blogs this month will all be about the things for which I’m grateful in my life, as will my Twitter and Facebook posts.  You can see everybody’s posts on Twitter at #30days.

I have great health.  Although I am a large woman, I understand that it isn’t necessary to believe what the doctors tell you.  Therefore, I have no high blood pressure, no diabetes, no heart problems, no high cholesterol, no depression.  I am not afraid of cancer.  Why?  Because in my search to cure my obesity, I discovered the truth about life - the laws that govern life, and I learned how to use them. I govern my own health through thinking good and perfect thoughts.

This understanding is a hard-won treasure.  The skill to use what I learned is even harder won, because like all the rest of you, I was taught the exact opposite of what the truth is as a way to handle my problems.  Let me explain:

When the rare occasion occurs that I have a headache, I was taught to take an aspirin.  What I learned in my searching is that all drugs are completely powerless.  They are all dead effect.  What makes them appear to work is YOU THINKING THEY WILL WORK, and nothing else.  Get it?  You, thinking, are Cause and drugs are effect.  So now, when I have a headache, I lay down on a bed and I think “perfect health, total harmony, complete bliss” and to the degree that I am able to argue for the truth of those ideas, the headache disappears.  Where do headaches go, did you ever wonder?  Into their native nothingness, I’ve learned.

See why I’m so grateful for my health?  I’m controlling it and not the reverse.  I hope my words bring some comfort to you today.

Love,

Pat

Age 3

Today, I want you to play “What If?” with me.  It’ll be a way to gain a different perspective of your body.  Ready?

What if, when you were born, you only had a tiny, little speck of a concept about your life and then your body, so your body looked just like your concept - tiny?

What if, as you matured, your sense of yourself involved input from your parents “My, you’re becoming such a Big Girl” so your body again assimilated your new sense and looked bigger?

What if grandma patted you on the head and said “Oh honey, you have such a good appetite” and you thought it was making your body too big, so that is what your body reflected back at you?

What if the ads on the TV began to talk about fattening foods, and your school teachers taught you that food had some effect on your body, and your Dad stood in front of the fridge so you couldn’t get in because he thought your body was too big, and then your body reflected all this out into a much bigger body?

What if you didn’t know your thoughts, ideas and sense of self was automatically reflected forth onto your body so you could see what you are thinking?

What if one sense you entertained said “I cannot control this weight gaining” so your body dutifully reflected it back for you to see?

What if this went on for just years and years so that you completely lost track of when and how it began; you only knew it was a giant, emotional pain?

What if you heard the medical community saying you were going to get high blood pressure and/or diabetes because you were a large woman, and you believed it, so your dutiful body (scratching it’s head and thinking “Are you really sure about this one?”) reflected back to you obesity and high blood pressure?

What if everything you’ve been told is wrong?  What if your body is only mental phenomena - a spiritual picture of what is going on inside your mind?

What if you changed your mind, changed your sense,  and began to think something better about yourself and your body reflected that back to you?

What if you persevered with the new thinking until you began to see changes, and what if you persevered until all the changes were 100% complete?

All of this is possible.  You’ve been doing it all your life.  You now need to set some filters for what you will permit in and believe — and thus, reflect — and you can, without diet and exercise, change the way your body looks.  Please begin. An untested idea is such a waste.

Love,

Pat

Have Yourself a Merry Little Picnic

Has summertime shown up at your house yet? This is the time I used to sweat until I learned to love and accept myself.  I’ve always run toward “hot” versus cold.  I’m not one of those women who puts on and takes off layers of clothes.  I wear cotton year round because it’s more comfortable and cooler.  Yes, short-sleeved cotton in the wintertime.  I do own sweaters but seldom wear them.

I once thought that because I was a large woman, I was not entitled to dress coolly because my bat wings might hang out, or because my thighs jiggle too much.  One day when it was very hot and the humidity factor was quite high, I had taken a shower and in order to dry off, I just laid down in my bed under the fan.  I began to think about comfort, because that was a very comfortable feeling I was experiencing.  I allowed myself to drift into the depths of that comfort, and I asked myself “Okay, here you are, a fat woman.  Would you feel any differently right now if you weighed 100 pounds less?”  My answer was “No, I wouldn’t.”

That was when I began to reason about being comfortable:  Does comfortable only come to the thin?  Is comfortable only for those who don’t obsess about the size of their bodies?  Can comfortable be enjoyed by the corpulently obese?  If the answer to that last one is “Yes” what permits the enjoyment of being comfortable?  Does it have a link to size at all?

I decided that “comfortable” and “the current weight” has no links except the links that I may have arbitrarily assigned to them, and that if I assigned them, I could also dissolve them.  So I decided right then and there that regardless of what that big mouthed scale of mine spit back at me, I was going to permit myself to feel comfortable no matter what.

I wear a bathing suit to the beach.  I wear sleeveless sun dresses.  I wear shorts.  I feel comfortable. Do I get looks?  Possibly.  I wouldn’t know because I no longer look for the scorn of others.  I’m focused on my own comfort.  I deserve it.  I enjoy it.  I think I’ll repeat it frequently. This kind of decision is part and parcel of the arena called spiritual healing.  Perhaps you’ll consider this healing for yourself this summer. You’re definitely good enough to deserve it.

Love,

Pat