"Smooth seas don't make good sailors."
Someone once wrote: Don't reject something you don't understand until you have a basis for doing so. Which was exactly my attitude when told of Robyn Welch and her healing gift. In a world populated by false prophets, healers with ulterior motives that exclude honesty and religions driven by fear and greed, it's not difficult to align yourself with the wary and cautious. But sometimes life interrupts the day-to-day cycle of comparative normality and you are placed in a position where you have to make life-changing decisions that involve components that operate beyond definitions of intellectual reason. The diagnosis of Prostate Cancer was the driving force that led to my involvement with Robyn's world of intuitive healing.
Prostate Cancer is a lonely disease where, after the bad news is delivered, the afflicted is left to his own devices. Left alone to contemplate a fearful smorgasbord of treatments. This is an arena of conflicting arguments from learned men. Some want to cut away the problem without due consideration to the many dubious side effects; some to fill the patient with radiation and hormones while the immune system is left outside in the car park; some want you to watch and wait in a private hell of suspended apprehension. The unifying logic though is that traditional medicine is the only road to salvation. In my case, not one consulted doctor mentioned diet, a lifestyle change, attitude adjustment or meditation as healthy alternatives. Not one consulted doctor considered a combination of traditional and alternate disciplines. Certainly any thought of a Healer would have been deemed preposterous. All consulted doctors only considered the jigsaw piece and not the jigsaw itself. The Prostate was the problem. In other words, we attack one fragment of the whole without consideration that the cure could be found elsewhere in the body. That the body treated as one united organism and not broken down into separate pieces, could provide the path to recovery.
Someone also wrote that reality is an unbroken unity, and within that unity are aspects of the whole (us) that think of themselves as being separate. This truism applies to our bodies. We tend to break it down into individual components when illness strikes but, in reality, it is an intelligent integrated circuit that interacts, supports and heals. It functions with or without your awareness. When you're asleep. When you are preoccupied with life's rollercoaster. It operates though often abused and neglected. It is your greatest ally. But sometimes, it needs outside guidance. This realization led me to Robyn.
In late 2012 I wasn't feeling well - a vague notion deep inside that something was amiss. On Xmas Eve I contracted a flu that was just as potent six weeks later. I was bone-weary, depressed for no obvious reason, afflicted by weekly headaches and migraines, night sweats, anxiety, mood swings, under constant treatment from my Osteopath for aching bones and muscles. My relationship was on rocky ground conducted from separate bedrooms. Spiritually I felt bankrupt, unbalanced and lacking inward inspiration. I told my loved ones I felt that I was, simply, dying. I truly believed this. And, believe now, that my body was telling me that it was a given fact. Reluctantly, like most men, I went to the doctor. His diagnosis of Prostate Cancer didn't surprise, nor its severity, considering the way I felt. A Gleason Eight. Aggressive and dangerous. The word Cancer is a powerful noun, primeval almost in its power. I fell down emotionally. I descended into self-pity with a vow to track down whoever was responsible. I felt forsaken. But synchronicity is a wonderful event. Where the pieces of a puzzle mysteriously fall into place. That phone call, that stranger you spoke to at the bus stop, that paragraph from that book. That series of occurrences that guide you to certain conclusions and answers. And so it was with me. Out of all my questions and doubts, a feasible direction or guidance emerged.
My osteopath's wife had been healed of a facial cancer by Robyn. He told me that she could do what seemed, at the time, beyond logic. Intuition guided me to that initial diagnostic phone call. A diagnosis that found a sick Prostate along with a myriad of other complaints. An individual in trouble. The list was intimidating: thyroid lacking in Iodine levels, irregular heartbeat, distressed lymph glands, uneven red/white cell count, lack of connection between the left and right hemispheres, low marrow count, kidney/spleen/liver were all in poor condition, parasitic and worm activity throughout the body, disrupted energy field, lack of balance, circulation problems, sinus infections, signs of immune stress via my immune molecule, compressed spine - all backed up by long-term emotional and spiritual conflict that had to be addressed. Robyn had her work cut out but was never daunted. Hand-in-hand we went. I went on a new food regime cutting meat (excepting chicken & fish), sugars, dairy, processed foods and transfats completely out of my diet - losing 10 kilos, took up meditation, embraced Zen-Buddhism, more exercise and a broadened journey into the world beyond reason, while Robyn probed, integrated and healed.
The effects were almost instantaneous. I once calculated that my migraines, suffered since the age of five, had cost me 4600 days, almost 13 continuous years of pain, coupled with bucketfuls of painkillers! I started with Robyn in February 2013 and now in 2021, I can truthfully say I haven't taken one painkiller in that period! My energy levels have soared to the extent that I have too much energy at times - no more breathless hikes up just the slightest incline. My overall disposition has undergone a radical transformation: more alert, optimistic, more loving, calmer, non-reactive, emotionally as strong as I've ever been. Less stress. I feel younger - almost as if I'm going to live forever. The parasites are gone. The vital organs rejuvenated. And all the time I could feel Robyn working within - an unseen presence - hard to articulate but equally hard to ignore. My relationship was, once again, strong and deep. Spiritually, I have become intuitive and aware and can feel the power of grace moving through me - this is a journey that I have welcomed with open arms and heart. This avenue into the deeper realm I place directly upon Robyn's influence upon me. Through her comes the healing energy and into me it goes where it accumulates working quietly and compassionately on all levels. And the Prostate? My last PSA test revealed a 25% drop. The doctor was a little fazed about the unexpected fall and suggested a policy of Watch and Wait till we see what happens due to this development. No more talk of slash and burn, doses of radiation and fearful consequences! Robyn now sees no sign of cancer anywhere in my body and I believe this cancer is gone. I believe in Robyn Welch. To be healed in such a way is a thing of beauty - there is an essence that manifests via this healing process. It comes out from behind the walls we erect to protect rationality and reveals itself as spirit in its purest form. I believe in this universal power that works on a level that can be revealed through faith and a willingness to move beyond humanity's limited intellect. To trust in Robyn is to trust in the all-knowing unseen.
They say desperate men do desperate things but I say crazy men do nothing. Robyn Welch's healing and its subsequent unveiling of wonders beyond definition was born as a result of my desperation and confusion aggravated by the medical profession's conflicting ideas in the field of Prostate Cancer. So, in a way, my diagnosis of cancer was a gift without which, I would not have had the privilege of this extraordinary journey. I wait with eager anticipation as that journey unfolds. To be clear, this is one man's journey. One man's choice. My decision to go beyond the conventional world of modern medicine is mine alone. If you are reading this, having been diagnosed, full of fear and doubt, I pray that my story will provide food for thought. There are many roads back to full health. Mine was one of them but your choice of roads is yours alone.
Michael Holack
"There are no incurable diseases, only incurable people."
"Here's a test to find out whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're still alive, it isn't."
Prostate Cancer is a lonely disease where, after the bad news is delivered, the afflicted is left to his own devices. Left alone to contemplate a fearful smorgasbord of treatments. This is an arena of conflicting arguments from learned men. Some want to cut away the problem without due consideration to the many dubious side effects; some to fill the patient with radiation and hormones while the immune system is left outside in the car park; some want you to watch and wait in a private hell of suspended apprehension. The unifying logic though is that traditional medicine is the only road to salvation. In my case, not one consulted doctor mentioned diet, a lifestyle change, attitude adjustment or meditation as healthy alternatives. Not one consulted doctor considered a combination of traditional and alternate disciplines. Certainly any thought of a Healer would have been deemed preposterous. All consulted doctors only considered the jigsaw piece and not the jigsaw itself. The Prostate was the problem. In other words, we attack one fragment of the whole without consideration that the cure could be found elsewhere in the body. That the body treated as one united organism and not broken down into separate pieces, could provide the path to recovery.
Someone also wrote that reality is an unbroken unity, and within that unity are aspects of the whole (us) that think of themselves as being separate. This truism applies to our bodies. We tend to break it down into individual components when illness strikes but, in reality, it is an intelligent integrated circuit that interacts, supports and heals. It functions with or without your awareness. When you're asleep. When you are preoccupied with life's rollercoaster. It operates though often abused and neglected. It is your greatest ally. But sometimes, it needs outside guidance. This realization led me to Robyn.
In late 2012 I wasn't feeling well - a vague notion deep inside that something was amiss. On Xmas Eve I contracted a flu that was just as potent six weeks later. I was bone-weary, depressed for no obvious reason, afflicted by weekly headaches and migraines, night sweats, anxiety, mood swings, under constant treatment from my Osteopath for aching bones and muscles. My relationship was on rocky ground conducted from separate bedrooms. Spiritually I felt bankrupt, unbalanced and lacking inward inspiration. I told my loved ones I felt that I was, simply, dying. I truly believed this. And, believe now, that my body was telling me that it was a given fact. Reluctantly, like most men, I went to the doctor. His diagnosis of Prostate Cancer didn't surprise, nor its severity, considering the way I felt. A Gleason Eight. Aggressive and dangerous. The word Cancer is a powerful noun, primeval almost in its power. I fell down emotionally. I descended into self-pity with a vow to track down whoever was responsible. I felt forsaken. But synchronicity is a wonderful event. Where the pieces of a puzzle mysteriously fall into place. That phone call, that stranger you spoke to at the bus stop, that paragraph from that book. That series of occurrences that guide you to certain conclusions and answers. And so it was with me. Out of all my questions and doubts, a feasible direction or guidance emerged.
My osteopath's wife had been healed of a facial cancer by Robyn. He told me that she could do what seemed, at the time, beyond logic. Intuition guided me to that initial diagnostic phone call. A diagnosis that found a sick Prostate along with a myriad of other complaints. An individual in trouble. The list was intimidating: thyroid lacking in Iodine levels, irregular heartbeat, distressed lymph glands, uneven red/white cell count, lack of connection between the left and right hemispheres, low marrow count, kidney/spleen/liver were all in poor condition, parasitic and worm activity throughout the body, disrupted energy field, lack of balance, circulation problems, sinus infections, signs of immune stress via my immune molecule, compressed spine - all backed up by long-term emotional and spiritual conflict that had to be addressed. Robyn had her work cut out but was never daunted. Hand-in-hand we went. I went on a new food regime cutting meat (excepting chicken & fish), sugars, dairy, processed foods and transfats completely out of my diet - losing 10 kilos, took up meditation, embraced Zen-Buddhism, more exercise and a broadened journey into the world beyond reason, while Robyn probed, integrated and healed.
The effects were almost instantaneous. I once calculated that my migraines, suffered since the age of five, had cost me 4600 days, almost 13 continuous years of pain, coupled with bucketfuls of painkillers! I started with Robyn in February 2013 and now in 2021, I can truthfully say I haven't taken one painkiller in that period! My energy levels have soared to the extent that I have too much energy at times - no more breathless hikes up just the slightest incline. My overall disposition has undergone a radical transformation: more alert, optimistic, more loving, calmer, non-reactive, emotionally as strong as I've ever been. Less stress. I feel younger - almost as if I'm going to live forever. The parasites are gone. The vital organs rejuvenated. And all the time I could feel Robyn working within - an unseen presence - hard to articulate but equally hard to ignore. My relationship was, once again, strong and deep. Spiritually, I have become intuitive and aware and can feel the power of grace moving through me - this is a journey that I have welcomed with open arms and heart. This avenue into the deeper realm I place directly upon Robyn's influence upon me. Through her comes the healing energy and into me it goes where it accumulates working quietly and compassionately on all levels. And the Prostate? My last PSA test revealed a 25% drop. The doctor was a little fazed about the unexpected fall and suggested a policy of Watch and Wait till we see what happens due to this development. No more talk of slash and burn, doses of radiation and fearful consequences! Robyn now sees no sign of cancer anywhere in my body and I believe this cancer is gone. I believe in Robyn Welch. To be healed in such a way is a thing of beauty - there is an essence that manifests via this healing process. It comes out from behind the walls we erect to protect rationality and reveals itself as spirit in its purest form. I believe in this universal power that works on a level that can be revealed through faith and a willingness to move beyond humanity's limited intellect. To trust in Robyn is to trust in the all-knowing unseen.
They say desperate men do desperate things but I say crazy men do nothing. Robyn Welch's healing and its subsequent unveiling of wonders beyond definition was born as a result of my desperation and confusion aggravated by the medical profession's conflicting ideas in the field of Prostate Cancer. So, in a way, my diagnosis of cancer was a gift without which, I would not have had the privilege of this extraordinary journey. I wait with eager anticipation as that journey unfolds. To be clear, this is one man's journey. One man's choice. My decision to go beyond the conventional world of modern medicine is mine alone. If you are reading this, having been diagnosed, full of fear and doubt, I pray that my story will provide food for thought. There are many roads back to full health. Mine was one of them but your choice of roads is yours alone.
Michael Holack
"There are no incurable diseases, only incurable people."
"Here's a test to find out whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're still alive, it isn't."
OSHO
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Sadly on the 19th June, Robyn Welch died in hospital, Surfers Paradise, from organ failure. Sadly because our special relationship came to an end for the time being. Til we meet again Robyn, thanks for sharing your gift and saving me from a road that had no purpose.
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KEN WILBER
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