“It is mostly our belief that cures us, not just the substance we’re prescribed to take”. This passage of healing philosophy is said to be the technical explanation of veteran doctors about faith healers. Aside from our physical thrive to concur our diseases, spiritual strength of positivity is more than fifty percent capable of the revitalization process.
Laughter, love and contentment are proven effective and best in uplifting downed souls and ill-drowned physiques. It’s supported with a story I gathered about a great-grandmother of 25, a grandmother of 17 and a mother of six sons.
Sylvia, 91, told me her story of struggle and survival during the war in her country that opened her senses to become a esteemed psychic. She said that her gift is already passed on to one of her grandson whom she live with right now. She recalled that she’s one of the unfortunate children who witnessed an oppressed environment of war. Though her family, she said, survived the catastrophe before it totally annihilated their beloved town, the trauma lingers among them drowning them with fear and hopelessness.
They clambered through the mountains and deep forest to hide the peril of guns and bombs. They endured with the comfort of never-ending prayers of hope as they settled down to the dense woods and sustained with the satiety of wild berries and crops. She said that everyday they have sought for better spot in the forest for them to temporarily live with.
Seldom, one of her siblings would slow them down after complaining about sickness or fatigue. But being the eldest, she effectively motivated them to go on through her stories of fun plays and some occasional words of divine faith. Her parents regarded her as the light of their family during that grim-gripped time of war.
Often times, she would dream about fairies and bright ghosts visiting her and telling stories of good life after. She will then report it to her family with their eyes glowing of faith and hope for her. And after the war, they returned to town full of positive drive to restart.
Young Sylvia visited their neighbors, some wounded and almost given up to living further, and foretold them her visions. She will then come home contented after seeing a new light sparked to her neighbors’ eyes. Sometimes, she said, she could also sense the ghosts of war present to her lectures and feeling their acceptance and joy of her lovely words.
“I’m almost felt like a prophet as they consulted for me about their problems and expectations,” she said proudly recollecting her past. She said that when she got older and had her own family, more visions come to her and assumed them as gifts from the fairies and spirits of the forest that comforted them during the difficult days.
Now living as a veteran psychic, she still longed for the constant pour of people to her house seeking guidance and advices. Even though her grandson already take over all her duties as a psychic reader, she’s yet full of energy to share her love and joy to her great and grandchildren.
