“Masse” Tumor
Migraine
Vesna S. GERMANY
reports about her healing from Migraine (and more) during our Congress in Eitorf 2018
I remember my mother threatening us children every day, even when she was very young, that she would take her own life. Among other things, she slept with a knife under her pillow and when she left the house she often said that she was going to kill herself now. I always waited anxious and tense for my mother to return.
When I was 15, my mother moved in with another man. Until then, she had continued to issue these daily threats. As a result, I was under constant tension. And from the age of eight, severe migraine attacks set in. The seizures lasted up to 48 hours. My mother always gave me pain medication. When I was 12 years old, I decided to stop taking the pain medication as I felt very weak afterwards. Over time, I had received stronger and stronger tablets, but they helped less and less. At the age of 30 I got better and for a while I was almost free of migraines, but once a month the migraines came back regularly.
Two years ago the pain had become very severe again. After first realizing how the pain condition affects my family members, I decided I wanted to get out of it. Usually when I had a migraine I went to bed early in the evening and endured the pain until the next morning. I was mostly in the dark in the embryo position. Every tiny movement of my body, even the smallest finger, increased the pain to the point of unbearable. Then I was paralyzed. No thoughts but pain were possible. The next day I was free of pain around 9:00 am, but felt as if I was exhausted and slow. Breathing was then difficult and shallow all day. I have had periods in my life where I suffered from this extreme pain two to three times a week. When my current husband saw me suffer one night, I could feel and see the despair in him. I had previously accepted the state of pain as part of my life. It was not possible for me to give up this burden from the heart. I was under a spell. I even called the day ‘Payday’ because I thought it had to be so and just hid.
After the decision that I don’t want to hurt anyone else with it, something moved inside of me and finally my husband asked the community leader G.H. for help. We talked on the phone and were able to recognize and uncover the wrong thought and behavior patterns. From this moment on I felt the need to defend myself for the first time, not to give up immediately and to surrender to the mighty pain as usual.
After an online meeting with Petra R. in the summer of 2017, the pulsating pain in the left side of the head and in the entire left side of the body became even worse. I repeated the affirmations I received from G.H. had gotten busy and felt that something was changing in me. I now felt the need to get out of the impotent victim state. In November 2017 I had very strict regulations again, but instead of lying down, I went out with my last bit of strength and went for a walk in the rain. I kept repeating the sentence: “I don’t need it anymore, I don’t want it anymore, it doesn’t belong to me, it doesn’t belong to me!” by G.H. received as an affirmation. It was hard. For me at that moment it was more like an attempt than really believing that it would work.
When I got home, I called G.H. and asked for help. It was previously inconceivable for me to ask someone for help in such a situation. She definitely took two hours and told me a lot and I felt the good. I was in a deep sleep. I lay in my usual embryo position and listened to her. It was like being numb with pain. It was very difficult for me to speak in this state. I remember that at the end she said: “Sit down, Vesna, get up!” And I sit down. Otherwise it would have been unthinkable. Normally I wouldn’t have gotten up until after thirteen hours at the earliest. I sat down and G.H. asked me if I can and I replied that I want to. I then got up, went to the kitchen, and met my older daughter, who had grown up with the migraines I had. She asked in astonishment: “Already finished, mom?” It was evening. We ate together afterwards. Normally I was otherwise unable to eat until noon the next day. That was the last migraine attack.
Mouth ulcers
Multiple organ failure through the hospital germ MRS.
Healing of my husband G. H. (75 years) Mrs. H. reports during our Congress in 2018 in Eitorf:
In 2006, at the age of 63, my husband was infected with MRS in a minor, minor procedure. Within a very short time he developed a very high fever and was transferred to the intensive care unit. Since my husband was asthmatic, he was given oxygen and a lot of antibiotics. His condition worsened from hour to hour, and the chief doctor told me that there was nothing more that could be done for my husband because the values were so bad and the medication was not working. I said to the doctor, “I don’t think so. This is not intended for my husband. Please do not tell me anything more about my husband’s condition from now on. ”I also asked our children and all relatives not to be afraid and only think about healing.
From now on I was at my husband’s bed in the morning, in the afternoon and also in the evening until 9:30 p.m. I put photos of Jesus and Bruno under his pillow. Training letters, success reports, music CDs were on the bedside table.
I hired myself at 9:00 a.m. and 9:00 p.m. in the evening. In between I played music and prayed incessantly for my husband to heal. The chief doctor allowed me to put a note on the door with the words “Healing Meditation” on it, so that we would not be disturbed by the visit at 9:00 am. The doctor’s rounds always came afterwards.
In the evening at 9 p.m., the doctor on duty sometimes sat down with the setting. Then he said: “Now I feel fresh again for work.”
I switched to regulations as things got worse and worse.
My husband was put into an artificial coma, ventilated and fed. In June 2006 I was called to the clinic at night. Now the heart was also attacked and multiple organ failure occurred. I did not accept that either. It was like a protective wall around me that gave me strength and support.
My husband was moved to a room at the very end of the ward. It was probably a room for going home. At 9:00 a.m., I readied myself for the healing again. Then I was brought to my knees by a strong force. I knelt by my husband’s bed and rested my head on his hand. A deep regret came over me, for every bad word, for every bad judgment, for every reproach I had ever made against my husband. (During the time of the hospital stay I read the book “Forgiveness and Jesus” by Kenneth Wapnick, which helped me a lot.) I howled like a castle dog and suddenly the room was full of light and unconditional love.
The miracle of God had happened. From then on, my husband’s values got better and he was brought out of the artificial coma. That was in July. When my husband was available again, I said to him: “We’re coming out of here for your birthday.” That’s exactly how it was! On August 24, 2006 we were able to go to rehab. In 2015 we celebrated our golden wedding anniversary. My husband is fine. All organs are working well and the asthma is gone. We are infinitely grateful to God.