In This Storm

Yikes.

I’m kind of a nut when it comes to physicians.

I’ve had some bad experiences. So bad, in fact, I become a nervous wreck before meeting a new one.

It probably sounds crazy to most people. But I’ve been to a lot of doctors in the past fifteen years and while most have been good at what they do *and* are genuinely nice people, I’ve met some, um, “doozies.”

So here’s where I am freaking out…

As calmly as possible, mind you, because I am supposed to be reducing my stressed-out mindset…

I was told (by a friend) that this new physician of mine is a Christian. Now, I am not (any longer) of the mindset that I only want to see Christian doctors - though I have found it to be a real blessing to do so when I can. But I was expecting one thing when I went in, and now I am not. so. sure…

I just found this little blurb about this physician on the web tonight:

“~~~ has meditated regularly since a child with the encouragement of his grandfather and has been a student of the readings of Edgar Cayce for 20 years.”

I’m not real tickled with the idea of someone meditating. (I mean what I interpret this kind of meditation to be, that is…) But - whatever. I’m not seeing this man for spiritual guidance, right? I would not be the least bit surprised if the girls’ pediatrician is into meditation and the man is both a genius and has an incredible bedside manner with my little ladies. They just get lots of practice witnessing when they are sick. (You only think I am kidding if you don’t know my nine-year-old!)

So - to each his own. Sort of.

Please understand that in the spiritual realm I am not an any-which-way-to-heaven kind of person!

But that Edgar Cayce bit has me a wee bit concerned.

Okay.

A wee bit more than “wee bit.”

A little more research and I learn that Edgar Cayce was supposedly a “sleeping prophet.” And we’re not talking Elijah, Elisha, or Jonah here folks:

“For forty-three years of his adult life, Edgar Cayce demonstrated the uncanny ability to put himself into some kind of self-induced sleep state by lying down on a couch, closing his eyes, and folding his hands over his stomach. This state of relaxation and meditation enabled him to place his mind in contact with all time and space. From this state he could respond to questions as diverse as, “What are the secrets of the universe?” to “How can I remove a wart?” His responses to these questions came to be called “readings” and contain insights so valuable that even to this day individuals have found practical help for everything from maintaining a well-balanced diet and improving human relationships to overcoming life-threatening illnesses and experiencing a closer walk with God.” ~from Edgar Cayce’s ESP: Who He Was,
What He Said, and How it Came True, by Kevin J. Todeschi.

Again - spiritual stuff, okay. I’ll pray for my physician. Deeply. And often.

But I am more than uncomfortable with the readings he gave regarding medical conditions.

“As a result, he has been called “the father of holistic medicine” and has been recognized for describing the workings of the human body and foreseeing the direction of health care.” ~from Edgar Cayce’s ESP: Who He Was, What He Said, and How it Came True, by Kevin J. Todeschi.

Yes, I want a holistic approach to whatever has been bugging me all these years.

But…not from someone who is possibly acquiring their information from a man who would supposedly sleep on textbooks and then gain a photographic memory of them…or from someone who would go into a trance and spout off treatments for anything from warts to cancer…

I mean…does that sound “off” to anyone else out there?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Bueller?

And truly, this *isn’t* about my red meat, ice cream, or bread. I was slowly adjusting to the idea that someone along the way was going to suggest some really radical changes to my diet.

I’ve just learned to be *really* careful about the doctors I see.

(Not to mention so-called “faith healers.” But that’s another story for another time.)

Okay, dear ones. What would you do?

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