Posts Tagged ‘healing’

The Birth Of A Nation (Of Soccer)

Friday, April 8th, 2016

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When I was a kid growin’ up, for an athlete, life was pretty much a 3-sport world — baseball, football and basketball.  St. Louis was my hometown and when I first got to high school I started noticing for the first time that local college, St. Louis University, had a pretty good soccer team. They were nationally recognized in a sport that was never played by anyone that I knew.

Nonetheless, I began to hear more about this international sport as I went out for basketball in the winter of my freshman year and even, to my surprise, found out that St. Louis was recognized as one of the soccer centers of our nation.  It was still very much a minor sport, however.

My high school, Principia, had a soccer team, and it played in the cold of the winter season, but all the best athletes pretty much played basketball.

After my sophomore year playing basketball and aggressively fouling out of nearly every game I played, my coach suggested to me that my rough and tumble nature might just be better for the soccer team.

Thus began my love affair with the sport of soccer.

At first I really wasn’t very good at it. I grew up with a ball in my hand, not on my foot. In my junior year I played little and learned a lot. For my senior year I decided that I would learn to shoot penalty shots since I had sat by and watched us lose far too many games blowing those shots in my junior year. So I would stay out after practice with our goalie for an extra hour each day and just shoot and shoot until I became good at it.

We had a decent team my senior year. I was still not particularly a skilled player, but I had a knack for scoring in close and around the goal probably because of my tireless work shooting penalty shots.

In track I was a pretty decent pole-vaulter and so at the end of my senior year I got an athletic scholarship to the University of Virginia.

There, in my freshman year of college, I got tremendous coaching in both soccer and pole-vaulting and improved my skill set in rapid fashion.

However, I decided that a big university was not for me and enrolled at a small college back in the mid-west called Principia College.

Sadly, Prin College did not have a soccer team.

College soccer season was a fall sport and rivaled football. Principia’s athletic director, Jim Crafton, was a die-hard football coach who lived for the fall football season.

He was not at all interested in supporting a soccer team as well with an enrollment of only 700-800 students.

But also transferring in that year were a couple of my other high school soccer teammates who were excellent players – Bill Foster, our center half and the best player on the H.S. team, and Jon Fisher, our right wing. Along with John Andrews, our right halfback, who was too light for college football and was already enrolled at Principia, we decided to try our luck at starting a student supported soccer club.

L>R: Jon Fisher, Link, Bill Foster, John Andrews - Founders of Prisoc

L>R: Jon Fisher, Link, Bill Foster, John Andrews – Founders of Prisoc

We knew we needed a coach, so we 4 sophomores met several times to see if there might be a potential coach and faculty sponsor in the faculty who might work with us. Hardly any of the staff even knew what soccer was at the time, but there was one longtime fine arts teacher of Swiss decent named Dr. Reinhardt Ross who had once played soccer and loved the sport. We asked him if he were interested and he jumped at the chance.

Along with our coach, Riney Ross, the four of us held tryouts, booked an 8 game season with other neighboring college’s varsity teams and even organized a season. Riney even went out and bought uniforms for us replete with school colors, shirts, pants and socks and our agreed upon name in blue across the back of the gold jerseys – Prisoc (Principia Soccer Club).

Bill Foster, Bud Kimbrough, Pete Link Bob Smith

Bill Foster, Bud Kimbrough, Pete Link Bob Smith

We ran a few ads in the school paper, The Pilot, and for our first game actually had about a hundred students come out to the game. We had to play early Saturday mornings because we did not dare schedule a game at the same time as the beloved football team that played each Saturday afternoon.Take-first-article_b-w

In the course of our season, soccer caught on at Principia. For the women on campus, it was a much more understandable game to watch. Also they knew who was playing since our faces weren’t covered up by football helmets.

Coach Crafton was not pleased. Several players on the soccer team were quite good athletes, Bill Foster being one of them, and in another world would have been playing football.

But we won more than 50% of our games that year and generated much respect and fun on campus. Besides, we were youth rebelling against the traditional, and in the 60s that was definitely the thing to do.

When was it not?

Our team was led by the great all-around play of Bill Foster, the fierce determination and never tiring Johnnie Andrews, a bulldog goalie named Alan Orcutt and the ever-graceful Jon Fisher. Bud Kimbrough, right forward, Bob Smith and Maurice Weidman, our two fullbacks and Kim Brady, halfback, also formed a tough defense that kept the games low scoring. I was center forward and high scorer.

We, little Principia College soccer club, actually played Washington University in St. Louis, a school of some 30,000 to a 3-3 tie in one game. We were on the map.

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Our second season went even better. We played a much longer schedule, some pretty tough colleges of far greater size and held our own. We won 66% of our games that year and the school support was tremendous. We’d have 300-400 people at each game at home and a busload at all away games. Even cheerleaders! One Saturday somebody counted the attendance at our game and also at the football game that afternoon and ours was the greater number. Soccer had arrived and the word was that Jim Crafton, the athletic director (the football coach) was not a happy guy.

But Jim Crafton was a most graceful man. Oh he loved his football, and this success of our little club had to be tough for him, but at the end of our junior year he announced that Prisoc would no longer be Prisoc – rather, starting in our senior year, 1965, it would now become Principia’s New Varsity Sport!

Thus soccer was born at Principia College.

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Our senior year let no one down. A new freshman came in, Chip McCarthy, who was really from another generation – a kid who had grown up playing soccer first — much like today’s kids. He had all the skills, great confidence, and he added a terrific scoring threat to our front line. He made a good team even better.

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For me, the most memorable moment that year, and probably the most memorable moment of my athletic lifetime was a game we played away at Eastern Illinois University’s home field. Eastern Illinois, a mid-west soccer powerhouse school of 13,000 vs little ol’ Principia (750) varsity.

I remember it was late in the year, it was freezing cold and we were scared silly to be facing such a team. But our defense held. At the end of the first half the score was 0-0. At the end of the game the score was still 0-0. We had played our hearts out. We were exhausted and our first string had played most of the game with very few substitutions.

The coaches decided instead of a penalty shot shoot out, we would play up to two 5-minute overtimes. At the end of the first overtime the score was still 0-0.

About 2 minutes into the second overtime when we just had nothing left, I suddenly found myself alone in front of their goal with the ball and only their goalie between me and victory. I turned to shoot and their goalie dove for the ball at my foot. But he missed and I was able to get around him and dribble the ball all the way into the goal. I wasn’t going to kick it even though I had a clear shot, because I knew this was the only chance we’d ever have. With no one now in front of me I took the ball right into the netting of the goal and collapsed into the net with the ball. Sudden death. We scored!

We had won the game. My teammates piled all over me trying to extract me from the net as the 5000 EIU supporters left the stadium in shock.

We had beaten the mighty giant. David and Goliath, an’ all that.

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Looking back, we were always a bit ragtag, but we were a team. We believed in ourselves and it didn’t matter that we were from a small school; we were a group of dedicated players with a cause far beyond the game itself. We were out to prove that soccer was a great game to be valued as an American sport.

Today, of course, it is. More kids across America probably play soccer than any other sport growing up.

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We were a small part of the beginning of this. Not just at Principia, but in America.

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IAL Funder Letter #3

Wednesday, April 6th, 2016

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Dear Friend,

So far in my first two letters I’ve asked two questions: “What is the evening all about?” and “Why are we doing this?”

Here’s a third: Who can solve the issues we face in the world ahead?

And here’s how “Is Anybody Listening? will answer it.

Well here we are

Now at last together

Here we are

Soldiers seekers healers are we

What brings us to this mountain top?

What questions lie upon your tongues?

Tell me all about it

What questions lie upon your tongues?

 

Who will heal the world?

Who will save the children?

Who will cleanse the waters of the earth?

Who will heal the world?

Who will stir the ashes?

Who will bring the barren land to birth?

 

Who will rescue the fallen man?

Mend the broken hearted

Build the families

Give back the dignity

That’s now been taken away?

 

Who will heal the world?

Who will bridge the waters?

Who will break the barriers between man?

 

Now you know the answer lies with God

But the task he gives to me

 

So send me up to the mountain top

Send me into the valley below

Send me out into the wilderness

Here I am send me

Here am I   send me

Here I am

 

Who will heal the world?

Who will end the famine?

Who is there to multiply the loaves?

 

Now you know the power lies with God

But the hour belongs to you

 

So send me up to the mountain top

Send me into the valley below

Send me out into the wilderness

Here I am send me

Here am I send me

Here I am

 

Send me into the prison yards

Send me into the heart of danger

Send me out into the battleground

Here I am send me

Here am I send me

Here I am

 

Send me into the broken homes

Send me out into the asphalt jungles

Send me deep into the troubled sea

Here I am send me

Here am I send me

Here I am

 

Send me into intensive care

Send me where the people are dying

There my brothers will be set free

Here I am send me

Here am I send me

Here I am send me

            Lyrics from “Who Will Heal The World”, Act II, Is Anybody Listening?

Won’t you join us in this great adventure? Have you thought about what you can do to make a better world for yourself, your kids, all of mankind?

Here’s how you can participate:

 Donate Now:

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/donate-now/

Visit the web page:

Is Anybody Listening

 

Thanks for listening,

Peter Link

 

IAL Funder Letter #2

Wednesday, March 30th, 2016

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Dear Friend,

Once again I ask, “Is Anybody Listening?”

If you are, read on.

So now to the question, “Why are we doing this? To what purpose?”

We are doing this to enlighten. We can all change the world by bringing awareness first, and then healing. And music is the medium of communication. Music, a language of Spirit, is a most wondrous medium.

“Next to the Word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world.” ~Martin Luther

Is music powerful enough to move mankind to a spiritual basis? If it is not, what language is? For music is a universal language.

Using music as the great communicator is powerful, but not enough. One must also have content. One must also have the answers to the problems. Those answers, we believe, are found not in material solutions, but spiritual.

Love is the answer.

Let’s look at terrorism as an example.

Evil cannot be solved through material means. Unfortunately, that’s the way the world tries to solve the issues we all face. But as we look around us, we see pretty clearly that that’s not working.

Well, there’s simply a better way to go about this.

Love is the answer.

And if you lose your faith in man

And find your life in disarray

And question how it all began

And why you went astray

And looking back you wonder

If you had only worked from love

And left regrets to yesterday

And let love find the way

 

Where would you be today?

In a quiet space

In a holy place

If you only had worked from love

And let love find the way

 

Then heart to heart and eye to eye

The bond between becomes restored

And all is well in one accord

When you let love find the way

Lyrics from 1st Act Closer, Is Anybody Listening?

 

Only by becoming more conscious of our spirituality will we triumph over the world’s evils. This is what must be learned and demonstrated by all mankind.

How do we convince them (and ourselves) of this? In the same way we teach children — by setting a great example and communicating the truths of existence in a clear and loving way.

Love is the message. Music is the messenger.

Thanks for listening,

Peter Link

PS – Interested in supporting this project?

 Donate Now:

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/donate-now/

Visit the web page:

Is Anybody Listening

 

IAL Funder Letter #1

Saturday, March 26th, 2016

 

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Dear Friend,

We’re close.  We’re almost there.

I am writing to bring you news of the progress and great growth of our exciting project.

As you probably already know, our company, Watchfire Music, along with the Sheen Center for Thought and Culture in New York City, is now producing a new project called

“Is Anybody Listening? – Concert Theater and Webcast”

It is an evening of inspirational music designed to bring awareness and healing to many of the world issues we all face.

The pilot production, performed by some of NYC’s top talent, opens this July at the Sheen Center in Manhattan and runs through the summer. The show is designed as a live concert piece that will also be filmed for use in shorter segments and webcast all summer to a world-wide audience.

Here is a further insight into the project.

In my over 40 years working as a composer, music producer and stage director in the entertainment business I can’t remember being so excited as I am now.

What is the evening all about?

It’s about the Scarcity of Water, the Dilemmas of Racism, the Dignity of Women, the Struggles with Aging … and it’s about Love – and its potential to heal these problems and more.  And it’s all communicated through the power of music and song.

It’s a new and groundbreaking idea.  It melds the power of Internet technology with live theater and music in a way that’s really never been done before.  So this summer we’ll be developing this idea in a pilot production and webcasting it to the world with the confidence that “Seeing is believing.

We’re writing to you as potential “early believers.” Our RocketHub funding campaign brought us to this point and provided monies for casting, staffing, music preparation and start up costs. We’re now poised, cast and ready to go into rehearsal after five years of careful experimentation and preparation.  Now, we turn to you — our friends, families and followers — for your financial support.  As an “early believer,” you will give light to this project.”

Want to learn more?

Follow these links:

Donor Levels

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/IAL_Donor_Levels.pdf

Visit the web page:

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/

Listen and Watch:

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/listen-and-watch/

Imagine Your Own Customized Concert Webcasts

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/listen-and-watch/#just-imagine

Donate Now:

http://watchfiremusic.com/wfm/is-anybody-listening/donate-now/

Thank you for joining us and being part of this inspiring journey!

With love and appreciation to each of you,

Peter Link

Healing The Digital World — Part 2

Wednesday, March 9th, 2016

Binary code on a surface of a planet

Just last week, the day before an extremely important session that I had been preparing for weeks, while working, I went to instantiate (to apply or add) an additional virtual instrument to a song that I would be showing the next day to the producer of my new show. Not only would the computer not add the track, but also it told me that I was not even authorized to use the software that would create the instrument of choice.

This had never happened to me. I had worked with this particular software for many years, had authorized (registered) it long ago when I bought it and had upgraded it religiously through the years.

I went to another track whose instrument also came from the same company, an instrument that had been playing just fine only a moment ago, and it would suddenly not play either. I went to its source and was also told again that now I was not authorized to use this instrument either.

So I tried to re-authorize the software with the company, but there were no codes that should have been supplied by the company on line to start the process. On top of it all, it was Saturday and there was no one in tech services at the company. In fact, the company was closed for the weekend and my show and tell was Sunday, the next day.

And on top of that, as I began checking through the four major new songs that I was to play for the producer the next day, I found that a total of 35 instruments, all coming from the same company, would not play and were no longer authorized.

I was sunk. Yes, “sunk.” Panicked, doubtful and confused. And then of course ‘lack of time’ stepped in and made things worse.

I was heartbroken. I had been looking forward to getting this producer on board and excited about my work for weeks and now I would have to cancel.

Then, as I began to work through each of the songs I began to hear other problems as well. It actually seemed as if things were getting worse with each playing of a song.

I went to my back-up hard drive and things weren’t as bad there with the four songs, but as I played through them I could tell that they too were beginning to break down and fall apart.

Now I was in jeopardy of losing the entire songs – all my work over the course of the last several months.

As the problems progressed rapidly, I began to wonder if I had a virus.

The word “virus” stopped me in my tracks. It was the height of my fear and yet it was the word that got me to stop and take a mental stand against disease.

I knew that if I were able to pray for the healing of my body, that since my body and my computer was made of the same stuff, (matter) then why would I not be able to heal my computer and its mental problems as well.

I worked to see and understand that all physical problem manifestations were mental and so I worked on realizing that I didn’t need to heal a computer, some steel parts, some software or digital numbers, etc., but rather I needed to heal the thoughts that resulted in these seeming problems.

So I went to work on the subjects of time, of panic, of stress, of confusion and of divine order.

What that prayer did for me first was to calm me down and put a much higher intelligence in control instead of a fear based consciousness. I took a break and calmed down my rushing thoughts. I reorganized the hours left before my meeting. Saturday evening I went back into the studio and calmly figured out several workarounds that would enable me to play the music for the producer.

The prayer that I worked with was that what I was doing was a right idea that would only benefit all of mankind. That there was nothing in the concept or the way in which I was going about the creation of this concept that was false or ego based or in any way might hurt others. I worked to see the project as a grand and noble idea and that could only result in positive and inspirational communication.

Focusing on this more grand idea calmed my thought and for the first time in many hours I was able to think “straight.” Solutions began to pour through my thought and I calmly implemented them into the rest of the evening so that by the end of the evening, I felt ready for the meeting and was joyously anticipating the sharing of my work. My “workarounds” would get me through the coming session.

After church on Sunday morning I met my producer and together we had a 5-hour meeting in my studio of show and tell and solid work without a single technical interruption or glitch.

By the time I put him on the train at the end of the afternoon, I felt nothing but gratitude for the way the day had turned out. Driving home from the train station I was giddy with gratitude for the way things had gone – especially in the wake of the last 24 hours.

When I got home, I expressed this gratitude deeply (another form of prayer) to Julia, my wife. She too had been working mentally for the right atmosphere for the day. I went downstairs to my studio to shut the room down for the day still filled with the spirit of positive completion, but already preparing my thought to start fixing things first thing Monday.

I knew I had my work cut out for me because I really did not know what had gone wrong in the first place to cause all the trouble or how to go about fixing it.

The suggestion came to me to clean the mental atmosphere of my studio once more before I shut things down. I’ll have to admit that there was still the fear that I was not up to the solving of all the problems that I had to work around. They, in my mind, still existed and remained to be fixed, but I knew that at least on Monday, I might be able to reach tech services at the company and get some help.

Though I had only slept several hours the previous night I then put in 5 more hours of calm and clear cleaning of computer, hard drives, software and song set-ups in a concentrated and organized fashion. The work was focused and governed by intelligence. I was surprised by my energies after so long a day.

I did not address the particular problems per se because never did the authorization warnings come up. Never did I have a single problem from the day before that had befuddled me. All the problems that had caused me to fear had disappeared. I simply did what I call “spring cleaning” to my equipment and software.

By the time I went to bed that Sunday evening everything had be totally restored and all errors reduced to their native nothingness. In fact I grew to understand that the problems had been healed before I began my work that evening.

So did I heal my computer? Yes and no. What I healed was the mental atmosphere around it. The healing of that atmosphere resulted in a digital representation of that atmosphere – simply a studio that worked the way it had always been intended to work.

It was the calming of thought that was the essence of this healing. I marvel at the demonstration and joy at its efficacy.

On Monday, a day that I had anticipated as a brutal and frustrating day only 24 hours ago, I spent 15 glorious minutes running a series of perfect tests on my system. All things back to normal. I then went on with the rest of my life – calmly, gratefully and on schedule.

I have to say that I have no idea what went wrong and also that I do not have any idea what I did physically to “fix” the particular and various problems that occurred on Saturday. With a change of my thought, they had just disappeared.

I don’t see this as a miracle, though others might. I see this as the natural result of a change of consciousness. Essentially I had emptied my consciousness of fear-based thought and refilled it with calm intelligence. The result was that the divine order was restored and that manifested in a more perfect order throughout all things.

Therein lies the healing.

The Glorious Expansion Of An Idea

Tuesday, February 16th, 2016


Why does a light bulb symbolize an idea? Because it represents the expansion of light – the pouring in of light upon a particular subject.

And that’s exactly what is happening now with Is Anybody Listening? – Concert Theater and Webcast. The light around it is growing brighter every day.

It started out to be a piece of concert theater that explored the lost art of listening through music and song, but it has developed these past few months into a far wider and even potentially mammoth project that through both music, multimedia and live performance will explore the awareness, and subsequently the healing of the problems of the world around us.

Consider the power of Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie’s We Are The World released in 1985 and unifying the world, raising millions for charities and going quadruple Platinum in a few short weeks.

Consider the impact of the Beatles’ All You Need Is Love to the Woodstock Nation of people uniting under the banner of Love and essentially standing up against the war in Viet Nam and working for peace.

Consider Peter, Paul and Mary’s If I Had A Hammer, Paul Simon’s Homeless, Joni Mitchel’s Parking Lot …

 The list goes on and on.

Music is a timeless connective that goes beyond language and culture and has the power to unify thought.

And so Is Anybody Listening? — more than any one thing — is about Awareness.

The first step of healing is always to identify the problem, the cause – not the result, but the mental cause of a problem. This is our intention here at Watchfire Music – to identify World Issues that need our attention – not through fear mongering headlines, but through positive value focus on awareness and healing. And while we’re at it, be highly entertaining.

Have you ever been healed by a song? Many have. Music is one of the most powerful tools of communication that we have to effect world thought.

So in June of 2016 we will first present the pilot performance of this endeavor, Is Anybody Listening? and then run it all summer as we develop it at the Sheen Center for Thought and Culture, New York’s newest arts center.

Our first act’s offerings will explore the World Issues of the universal quest for Truth, the dignity of women, racism, aging and dementia, dissolution and solution, and the present solution to it all, Love.

The second act will take one of the greatest problems we face in the future, that of Global Water Scarcity, and begin to investigate it in depth. Aptly named H2O, the concert and webcast uses nature’s cycle of water as a metaphor for mankind’s journey, his grappling with mortality and its multifarious meanings, and finally mankind’s eventual rise to a higher consciousness.

As water follows its natural cycle from sky to earth, to river to ocean, and back to the heavens, so man struggles in the same metaphorical cycle. “H2O” deals strongly with the world-wide problems with water today, its relationship to global warming, and correlates these issues with man’s moral responsibilities to the planet and its people.

The very same water

That is wetting your lips

May have flowed through the streets

Down in New Orleans

 

Or flowed down the cheeks

And spilled upon the piano keys

As the brilliant Tchaikovsky sat

And wrote his Pathétique.

 

Here on this rock

As we journey through time

We live by the grace of water

For it bears within its essence

This miracle of life

And infuses this life into the world

From “Water”, Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

Here on this planet, “Where there is no water, there is no life.” And yet life is everlasting, eternal. A higher consciousness will some day clarify this seeming contradiction and put an end to this fear of scarcity. This is the kind of awareness that we hope to bring to mankind. We are not governed by the laws of matter as it seems, but rather, ultimately, by the laws of Spirit and the Spiritual world that our Spiritual leaders have been revealing to us for centuries.

We hope to continue this exploration through music and lyrics, using the new and exciting tools of technology that are at our fingertips to communicate our findings.

We hope you will join us in this endeavor.

Contact:

Marivic Bay Mabanag

For funding opportunities and partnerships

Email: marivicmabanag@yahoo.com

Cell: 415.845.5004

Or

Peter Link

CEO & Creative Director

Watchfire Music

Email: peterlink@watchfiremusic.com

908.608.3189

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Healing Of Poisoning

Sunday, January 24th, 2016

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One morning while brushing my teeth I called my wife over and asked her to check out an itchy place on the upper back of my left arm – a place hard to see in the mirror. She responded, “Yeah, you have a little red rash about the size of my thumb there. Just keep it clean and it will go away.”

I forgot about it for a couple of days; then I decided to check it out myself using two mirrors. The rash had not gone away and, in fact, was bigger. The following morning it had spread down my arm nearly to my elbow.

At this point I made a big mistake. I went on line and typed in the description of it in Google hoping to find a quick and simple holistic cure. What came back at me was frightening. On several sites my description matched up perfectly with a known disease that was curable, but all sites told me that this problem would be recurring now for the rest of my life – it would come and go, but there was no permanent cure for it.

I’ve been taught that there are 3 steps in healing: 1. Identify the problem, 2. Cast out the erroneous belief, the mental cause of the problem, and 3. Fill the void with powerful truths that establish that I am the perfect child of God.

My mistake was that I thought that identifying the problem meant that I needed to become aware of the name of the disease. Not so.

Along with my growing fear, the rash progressed rapidly and by the third morning my entire left arm was covered with red boiling skin and I wondered if I had been bitten by a spider because my arm had clearly been poisoned. I could see it. It began to swell and the pain in my fingertips was like needles stabbing whenever I touched anything.

I had never had anything remotely like this in my life. I wore a long sleeve shirt and then a glove so that my wife could not see this because I did not want to scare her and have her hold this image in her mind.

In my life I’ve never gone to doctors, never taken medicine and never gone to the hospital because I’ve handled all my physical problems with prayer and a scientific approach to healing that I’ve been able to work for over 60 years. Also as a child my mother was a terrific healer who taught me the principles of not only healing, but also simply staying healthy. I’ve led a blessed life.

So I never considered going to a doctor or finding a medicinal cure. That idea was just not in my system.

I knew I had to really tackle this because the condition was advancing so rapidly and I could feel and see it moving from my arm into my body.

I told my wife, Julia, that I was going to go into our bedroom, shut the door, and not come out until I had this thing under control. I told her to stay out and just leave food at the door and knock. She completely supported my wishes.

The first day in my room I prayed, I read and studied the Bible and several books and articles on healing that gave me powerful truths to work with and think about in my quest.

I knew I had to first dispel the fear and quickly realized my mistake in going on line and identifying the name of the disease. This act had given me nothing but fear to contend with.

I realized that the first step of “Identifying the problem” did not mean to identify the physical problem, but rather it meant to identify the mental cause of the physical manifestation. I asked myself, “What mental thoughts had poisoned my thinking resulting in a poisoned arm?”

I made a list. I spent several hours that first day looking deeply at my life and my erroneous thinking. I searched through relationships with other people, my business ethics, my confusions of sexuality, my angers, my resentments, my regrets, and I came up with seven or eight real confusions in my life. I wrote these down in a notebook that was full of uplifting thoughts that I had collected. Some of these confusions were more recent and some were life long. I approached my thinking with a fine-tooth comb and left no stone unturned (to mix the metaphor).

I went to sleep that night determined to right these wrongs in my thinking, but exhausted by the day’s concentrated metaphysical work, upset with myself for letting my thinking get away from me, and still afraid that this might be too big a problem for me to handle.

When I woke up the next morning the rash was much worse. It had spread across my chest and stomach and was now half way down my right arm as well and crawling up my neck into my face. I remember looking in the mirror into my own eyes and saying out loud, “Well, Pete, it’s now or never. You’ve got to take a mighty stand here and align yourself in God’s Love for you.” I knew I needed to see only the perfect man, destroy the tremendous fear that was welling up in my body and mind and find out for once and for all if I could handle this healing thing with strength and assurance.

I went back to work. I looked deeply at my seven ‘sins’ and sorted out the errors of my thinking until each wrong was righted, promises to myself made and right thinking restored.

I did not work at all on healing a rash, my arm or the name of a disease. I worked on healing and eradicating poisonous thought. Better said, I eradicated poisonous thought problem by problem, step by step. I worked on my commitment to my own purity, and where I saw impurity, I cleansed.

I decided not to check myself in the mirror because I knew that the physical manifestation was not the cause but the result. So my only concern was the cause. Eliminate the cause and there can be no result. This made perfect sense, so I stayed with this practice and demonstration for about 6 hours.

Julia would occasionally knock and ask, “How ya’ doin’?” I would answer, “Hold only the highest thought for me.” She did.

About 6:00 that evening of the second day of seclusion, as my fearful thought began to break, the skin on my arm also began to break and drain. I had to change my shirt several times that night and I did not get much sleep because of the itching, but I knew that the itching was a sign of healing and one time when I changed my shirt I did notice that the rash had not progressed the way fear had suggested it might.

I finally got about 2 hours sleep after the sun had risen on the 3rd day.

When I woke up, I went right back to work purifying my thought. Julia had been sleeping out on the couch in the living room, brought me breakfast, knocked and left it at the door. I ate and went right back to work. I made deep promises to myself, and deep commitments to my understood truths of behavior and thinking.

One example of the depth of my thinking was this:

As a young boy I was always fascinated with war. My playmates and I would spend long hours every afternoon lying under the bed or hiding in closets fending off the Germans or the “Japs.” I carried these childhood fantasies forward in my life in the following way. Often at night as I lay in bed trying to go to sleep, I would imagine myself in a foxhole with a machine gun. The enemy would be coming across the no man’s land before me in the darkness and I would shoot up a flare to light their approach and mow them down.

The foxhole was safe. I knew I would never die. It was my way of feeling protected from all harm. It was a weird and very false means of personal safety. In my work during those three days, I clearly understood the fallacy of this bad habit. I also understood that I had gone to sleep for far too many nights killing people. I was shocked at this realization and so clearly saw the error of my ways that I committed to never allowing that scenario to enter my mind again. I have since refused to pick up a gun in my imagination. I’m done with that fantasy.

I had to then find peaceful ways of entering sleep and I did.

This habitual error of thinking was clearly poisonous. Actually the habit was easy to stop because I so clearly understood the wrong of it.

About 5:00 that afternoon on the 3rd day. I opened the door to my bedroom and came out for the first time. I said to Julia, “I’m healed.” And she responded, “I know.” The rash was still there, but I knew the cause was gone. No cause/no result.

When I work up the next morning the rash was only on my arm and had totally disappeared from the rest of my body. By mid day the rash had disappeared from my hand and forearm and within the next day was gone completely except for one little spot high up on my left arm where it had started.

I cannot even begin to describe the feelings of gratitude, triumph and joy I felt at this wondrous healing. My skin simply came back to its full normality with an instantaneousness that was a true testament to the power of mental healing.

An interesting note here: The 1”x1” spot hung on for two weeks on my arm. I saw it as a reminder that I had several major new commitments in life to demonstrate. It was a warning not to let go of the truths that I had learned and realized in my 3 days. In a strange/odd way, I was grateful for it. It said to me, “Don’t forget this lesson. Don’t become complacent and let things slide. Stay committed to your new-found principles. Prove the efficacy of your realizations. When, in the next two weeks, I was able to reconstruct my life with new and better habits, the spot disappeared – for good.

A very wise track coach once said to us in an inspirational prayer meeting before a track meet, “Boys, a healing, as you know, is no further away than your next thought … but then the thought after that, and the thought after that, and the thought after that, and the thought after that, …”

This always stuck with me.

I’ve stayed with the truths discovered back then in my life and in the four years since have experienced no further rash, poison or recurrence. I’m clear that as I stay to my principles, I am safe in the arms of Love.

That one healing was so worth the agony, the fear, the pain. I learned from it – big time.

I’m a better man for the experience.

 

Update On “Is Anybody Listening?”

Saturday, December 26th, 2015

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The news is all good.

Our RocketHub crowd funding campaign succeeded on several different levels. Though we did not meet goal, we ended up with $15k plus that we did not have before we started. We not only paid the costs of the campaign, but also ended up with a substantial profit to move forward over the next few months.

We also learned many things about our constituency, our tribe. We learned what kinds of people cared about what we were doing and what kinds did not. We learned who our true fans were and we learned who is content to just watch. And we learned about the types of people that we will cater to and those who are simply just not that involved. This was hugely helpful.

Because of what we learned, we shifted the project and pointed it in the directions of interest. I’ve always said, “We serve you. Tell us what you want in the way of inspiration and inspirational music, and we’ll do our best to provide it.”

You spoke; we listened.

In meetings just recently Watchfire Music will now partner with the Sheen Center For Thought and Culture, NYC in producing a wide variety of inspirational music both as live events performed in and webcast from New York City, and also as a series of 20-minute video modules that can be repurposed for a myriad of events ranging from theatrical to corporate and from church to charity productions.

These modules will address a myriad of world problems, inspire in a most entertaining fashion with pertinent songs and arresting visuals, and tune the ear and eye to a better sense of listening to the heartbeat of the world around us.

“Is Anybody Listening?” will focus the imagination and attention of people around the world on the problems that we face and the solutions that are at our fingertips, and is a clarion call to the world to pay attention.

Our focus audience and clients:

Individuals Seeking Inspiration

Corporations

Fund Raising Benefits

Theatrical Presentations

Nonprofit Charitable Organizations

Church Groups

Here are just a few examples of the issues that the modules would address:

Water — Global Water Crisis

Healing Response to World Tragedy

The Intercession of Science and God in the Universe

Corporate Promotions and Public Opinion Issues

Shootings and Gun Control

Spiritual Awareness

Healing Depression

Terrorism

For those of you who donated, we are working now on fulfilling our obligations to you and clarifying your part in this endeavor over the next few weeks. Thank you and welcome to the fold.

We now have well over a hundred dedicated people working on this project. Our goal is to now add some zeros to that 100. We need each of you to reach out to others who share these interests and would like to help.

These monies and these ideas are just a start, but there is a strong professional foundation underlying this project that insures its success. Between the Sheen Center and Watchfire Music and other great professionals that we will attract, this project will move forward and through music will inspire the world to better listening and therefore better action and reaction.

Join us. It’s a most exciting road we travel.


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