Is Love The Answer?

Is Love The Answer?

I have been to spiritual gatherings, heard from physicists and poets that love is the answer. Now I find myself sitting in front of a monk, in one of the most sacred places in the world, and I am hearing that love is not the answer.

In his dharma talk with us, the monk explains that it is easy to love. What isn’t easy, is to give compassion to the things you don’t love. 

As I sit in this circle of beautiful beings, I close my eyes and listen to the monk chant a mantra of compassion. I settle into the essence of it all, and I feel parts of myself melting away. I feel as though he is magically removing the fragments of me that do not resonate with this energy. I start to feel so light, that a gust of wind could carry me away. The tears that stream down my cheeks are the last bits of stress being purged out of me. The vibration is intoxicating. Can I buy a bottle to take home with me?

I am back in Vietnam for the fourth time. This time is different though. I have started a tour company, and am introducing these beautiful ladies to the healing powers of this place.  This particular day we received a special invitation to go to Marble Mountain— 5 mountains, actually, each representing one of the elements (earth, wind, fire, water and air). Water Mountain is open to the public and is a day worth of exploration from the depths of hell to the peaks of heaven. This magical place is full of caves with hidden treasures, offerings to the many versions of Buddha and pictures capturing moments too subtle for the eye to see. This place is special and the public drinks it up each day it’s open. Today is different though. We find ourselves driving past Water Mountain and headed toward Fire Mountain. We are going to meet a monk there for a meditation.  Little did we know just how special this day would be.

We are sitting in a room being served tea and snacks. A monk sits down with us and starts chatting. He explains that he has been a monk for the last 37 years. I’m wondering how that’s possible when he doesn’t look a day over 30! Could it be because I don’t see a single wrinkle on his face? Or is it his playful energy that feels so childlike. He explains to us that controlling the mind is one of the most important things to do while on this human journey. He then shows us how he practices by juggling. We all laugh as we take turns trying to emulate this art and trying not to take ourselves too seriously! He takes us for a walk and we find ourselves exploring caves and staring at beautiful statues that lead into more story telling. Listening to his story about a princess, I wonder if this is Disney—without the fiction. There is a poem written on the wall and they share her story with us. See, she came here many moons ago and said she felt she needed to spend her life there. With that said, she wrote a poem and claimed that if anyone can truly understand it and match it, that she would leave this place and marry that man. They went on to say that no one could ever do it, so she lived out her days happily with the monks.

We are told of this sacred cave that only few are blessed to see. One where Mother Earth carved out a statue of Kuan Yin. In Vietnam, she is know as Quan Am, but to all who have heard of her, she is known as the Goddess of Compassion. We follow the monk into this cave and see the carving. I soon feel a difference in energy around us and breathe in the sacred stillness. As we walk in further, he shows us an eagle carved into the cave without the help of human hands and on the cave wall, a natural “birthmark” representing the Vietnamese man, pointed hat and all.  He shows us an area that held a meditating monk for 8 solid years. He explained that they would bring him food and that the cave contains naturally filtered clean water.

We sit down to meditate.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with personal messages from Buddha for each one of us. A lunch blessed by the hands of the nuns who prepared it, and an outpouring of generosity given from the people who live there.

I take a moment to reflect on all I am grateful for and send compassion to the parts I am not. This movie moment makes me think that some of these stories we read about are still happening in real time—you just have to be open to witness it—and to allow the childlike mind to capture it and store in a sacred place of your own keeping.

May you all be blessed with a thousand hands of Compassion as you create, direct and star in a movie of your own making!

Being Taken For a Ride

I find myself in complete disbelief. I am known as the eternal optimist or idealist, and for once in my life I am wondering if I can borrow some juice from someone else’s cup that’s half full. Why you ask?

I love experiencing how the rest of the world lives. Seeing the world through the local’s eyes, walking the streets and eating their food. This time I find myself hiding from them and blowing my budget to get ‘clean sheets’.

Third world countries fascinate me and I usually feel at home. They certainly have their share of problems, but what I am usually witness to is a connected community where they look after each other and find the sweetness in the simple pleasures. During this trip, I have seen a different side.

Its mid afternoon, my weather app says ‘feels like 39c’ and I stop in for a lime juice with my friend at a local eatery. I am standing at the counter ready to pay for them and I remember that the menu price was $150LKR (about $1USD) for each. After being ignored for 10 minutes while the staff look after the locals, they snatch my $1000LKR out of my hand and proceed to give me $300 back. I had to argue with her that she was overcharging me before she reluctantly gave back the rest of my change. Meanwhile, I am closely watching the guy behind me sneak something from their counter and smoothly slide it into his front pocket. I’m well aware that he is also standing close to my purse. This situation is just one of many ‘eye opening’ experiences on this trip that stole the ‘quick to forgive’ part of me.

Throughout the 2 weeks in Sri Lanka, it was a constant struggle to catch the scams. The first one was a ‘spice garden’ where they make natural remedies that are ‘too good to be true’. After the free tour you get taken to the ‘pharmacy’, where the sales/tour guide hovers over you with anticipation for his hefty commission on the remedies that are today’s version of snake oil.

See, we didn’t even ask to go to a spice garden. We paid a lot of money to hire a driver for the week. This is something also out of character for me when I travel, but due to the transportation issues and gut feelings, my friend and I decided it was worth it. Little did we realize that the driver we hired was also in on it all.

When someone asks you to trust them, does that send a red flag up right away? It usually does, but this guy came to us from a reputable source so I let it slide. After seeing pictures of his family and told how he follows the Buddhist path, I decided he had our best interests at heart. That ‘heart’ started to bleed dry by the end of the 7 days. The spice garden came after he tried to get us to stay at his ‘friend’s hotel’ – full of pillows that could crawl out the room on their own. Meanwhile, we caught onto that trick quickly, booked a hotel close by for a fraction more then they were asking at creepy crawly, and ended up with a 5 star quality hotel thanks to booking it online ourselves.

After a heart to heart with the driver about both of those situations, we found ourselves down the road at another tourist trap. Big buses are idling beside us as we get shuttled into a room with a 60 inch TV. Here they show us how they harvest the gems from the ground and work in conditions that look like the coal miners caves. After they get the goods they take time to pray to the Gods to thank them for the treasures. The video then captures how they perfect these treasures with state of the art machines and deliver them to your palm in mint condition. After the video, they take my friend and I into a room full of whispering men, sit us down at a desk that is older than most people I know, and bring out the ‘goods’. I look down at the carpet that breathes a faint mist of moth balls and wonder how I am going to get out of this one. My friend and I are polite to start, and then decide to share with them that we have no intention in buying their gems. The presentation comes to an abrupt halt and we speed walk back to the car wondering if the tour bus full of people beside us are having the same experience.

I decide to keep my mouth shut on that and hope the tea plantation is going to be full of porcelain and white tea tips that are world renowned. It starts with a free tour where they show us a fake working room with machines from the 1930’s. They tell us how difficult it is to get it right and how the tea dust is what you find in the everyday stores. I’m hearing the makings of an overpriced product in my near future. As I sip the different teas, she shows us all the ones they offer and I’m wondering who buys tea for $40USD. The biggest exporter of Sri Lankan tea is Lipton- is this Lipton’s gold sprinkled orange pekoe? Because that’s the only way you will see me buying it.

Over the years, I have come to realize that human beings are incredibly smart and that our bullshit radar is usually quite good. Why is it that people in this country think they can pull the wool over our eyes? I can now understand where people became sceptical of natural healing methods over the years and where the ‘snake oil’ mentality comes from. Once taken for a ride, you stop getting into the car. What if because of that you end up having to walk through life and never receive the healing of a healthy lift when you need one?

Moving forward from this experience, my wish is for each of us to gain the discernment and intuition to bring us the medicine we need while navigating through this beautifully complicated world. Now where is that Genie in a Bottle? Perhaps I’ll find it on my next adventure!

Reflection

Am I prepared to head home? Absolutely NOT.

I’m not sure if you love music or going to concerts but thats what I’m going to compare it to. When I go to one, if it touches my soul I feel elated and don’t want to think about the end. I have moments when I check the time, and gage how much longer I’ve got to enjoy this blissful experience. For the most part I’m gulping the sensory explosion into the core of my cells unaware of anything else. If I go to a concert that isn’t engaging or soulful, I use the time to plan, think and escape from the present moment. When we travel, the trip can be a blissful experience where you stay present and enjoy all the playful notes the universe sends your way, or it can be one where you can’t wait to get home. Where you regret the money spent and you fixate on all the inconveniences it has to offer.

As I write this, I’m hoping for an encore to this experience. With the blissful vibration resonating in my cells, I wonder what my re-entry back into reality will be like. Will home be sweet or sour?

The healing experienced on this trip has been on every level. The medicine I received from the alchemist is shifting my internal flow, the mental stimulation from like minded individuals has been powerful, and the spiritual connection within each situation will collectively merge into a new canvas I will carry anywhere I go.

I’ve read that a miracle is simply a shift in perception. I find that every time I travel, I see the world differently. It’s no wonder I love it, it provides me with a miracle every time!

As I reflect, I think of all the different types of healers around the world. I’ve dipped my toe into the ocean of healing and know there is so much more out there. As I acknowledge the physical struggle to stay a float, I realize that the more I explore the different dimensions of healing available, the more I feel I can float.

I recognize I’m using the beauty in this world to help me connect to the beauty within. My passion for travel, brings me closer to the healing art within me. As I reflect on the experiences and lessons learned so far, I send out a wave of gratitude for everyone that’s been a part of this journey. I recognize that I may enjoy some experiences more than others, but each of them being just as significant in bringing me closer to the wisdom within.

We are told through many spiritual teachings that being grateful is one of the more important things we can do to impact our destiny. Most of us think of all the positive things that happen and focus on giving that gratitude. What if we focused on giving the things we don’t like gratitude. If everything is here to teach us and help us heal, then I send my blessings of gratitude to all the misfortunes I’ve encountered on this trip and recognize they are just as important as the latter.

With infinite amounts of gratitude, thank you to everyone for the blessings you have provided me with!

So as you reflect on your past experiences, are you willing to give your love and gratitude to the ones you have AND haven’t enjoyed?

A True Alchemist

My journey has landed me in Myanmar, a place that has only opened its doors to the outside world for the past 5 years. Before that, it kept all its secrets and traditions in tact. Now, the people are learning to open their hearts and share their space with foreign concepts and cultural diversity.

There is something so pure about this place. As much as it still holds true to many Asian idiosyncrasies, it carries an undercurrent of strong values that no one can alter. Knowledge still getting past down through generations, families doing anything for each other, and their spiritual beliefs overshadowing any daily desires.

Thiri (sounds like ‘Theory’ – our translator) comes to pick us up at 8am to take us on a tour of their market. We walk the streets and stop at local shops where she explains how things have changed over the years. She says that people used to eat all meals at home with their family, and now they are eating breakfast on the go. After work they stop for street food, mingle with their friends and catch up on the social happenings. As we watch the cars blow their emissions gently down the street, we look at the food merging with the heavy chemical air and find her telling us that since all the change she has noticed that cancer has only become a problem over the past 5 years. That since these habits have become the norm, people are starting to notice the impact on their health.

She explained some local herbs at the shops and some of the natural solutions for farmers with their ongoing battle for growing food without pests. After the market tour we make way for the highlight and intention of this visit.

We drive up to a quant little house. The driveway has signs on it highlighting the fact that it’s a clinic open for business. We are greeted at the door with a bow and are then ushered upstairs to a hallway that looks more like a shrine. To my left, I find many statues of Budda with daily offerings a plenty surrounding each one. To my right, I see certificates and pictures scattered along the wall depicting a very well educated and loved man. One that got a lot of attention from countries afar and scientists around the world, trying to wrap their head around the potential healing this man has to offer. Dr. Emoto depicting the significance of this shamans work through his crystal pictures, and letters of gratitude from universities and research centers for his findings.

We sit down to a table full of fruit, tea, coffee and cookies. Thiri, my friend Cathy and I sit down with the 2 shamans and suggest we start asking questions. The man sitting in front of us is a relative to the infamous shaman Dr. U Shein we see spread across the walls. We are told that he handed down his secrets to the next generation before he passed away 2 years ago. See, the reason I was seeking out this clinic was because I read about the potential healing from a medicine Dr. U Shein created. Apparently it took him years of meditation and connection with the spirit world to create this thing called ‘Gold Ash’.

Gold Ash is a medicine that is designed to heal the immune system. To strengthen the defences of the body and help kill and remove anything that gets in its way. Dr. U Shein when interviewed before his death, explained that this medicine was created by incorporating all the natural healing elements such as air, wind, fire and earth. We are told that at one point in the process he would bury the substance for years to ensure the depth of healing from Mother Earth was fully developed.

I now find myself taking in the passed down wisdom from the humble shaman sitting in front of me. He believes we get sick if our immune system gets too burdened and doesn’t have enough support to remove harm. He says we need to keep the blood clean and the metabolic pathways functioning well. When I asked how spiritual health plays a role he checks my field for a potential curse and explained afterwards what would have happened to me if I did have one. We purified our hands and he put a laminated symbolic card in my hand, said a prayer out loud and waited for a response. I thanked the angels that the only thing that happened was my hand got hot. There was a female shaman sitting with us that demonstrated what would happen by making choking sounds and moving her chest and torso at a panicked pace. Fascinating stuff that is a full on reality in their culture.

Next I find myself laying on the floor. He pulls out a mental rod and says “no need to be frightened”. He then pokes and prods me and asks for feedback. He started to tell me what was going on inside my body. I had to agree as he brought up my symptoms that I was not forthright in sharing ahead of time. One thing that is a constant is that I need to get out of my head and more into my heart. As they rub the metal with force against my skull, I have no choice but to focus on the pain and reevaluate where I put my energy.

He sends me away with Gold Ash and a few local herbs to invigorate my body’s inner healing potential. The interesting thing about having a language barrier is your forced to feel the intention of his words. As much as it’s a barrier for my head, it’s an open portal to understand from the heart. Even though they showed me success stories and scientific analysis done from a Russian medical lab, the importance of these lose value as my spirit feels out the validity.

As we drove away from the humble abode, I start to think about the process of alchemy. It’s a process of the transformation of matter, with the propose of finding a universal elixir. I’m left thinking, do we all have the ability to be the alchemist of our life and our health? What elixir is your potion of choice?

Land of the Lotus

Lotus is known in the spiritual world to represent an awakening and expansion of the soul body and spiritual mind. It is associated with purity, rebirth and enlightenment. It’s petals opening up represent the unfolding of our layers and opening up to divine truth. The root represents nourishing self in the muddy waters and finding a way to survive in the depths of it all.

As the morning mist merges with my skin, I breathe in the electric air. I find myself sitting atop an ancient temple in Siem Reap at sunrise. We passed farmers fields full of lotus flowers beginning to awake. The meaning runs deep after my week long retreat.

In my quest to find healers, I discovered a quaint place off the beaten track. I opened the gates with curiosity and hopefulness for further wisdom. I was greeted with a smiling heart as Adele welcomed me in. I thought I would make an appointment for a service they offered and feel out the healing available there. It turned into spending over a week with them as they share their wisdom brought forth from years of training in India and a lifetime of experiences.

Each morning we would start with a moving meditation that a monk created many lifetimes ago. I am told it is one of the first forms of martial arts. As I move with intention, I feel it invigorating my energy field and connecting me with all parts of myself. We then finish with a mantra meditation that I currently can not get out of my head! As the mantra quiets my monkey mind, I feel the words penetrate deep into my being. I have visions of a lotus flower with its roots highlighting my lower torso and the petals like a crown on top my head.

During the retreat, we learned so much about the true meaning behind each chakra and start to play with the energy of them. We get to know more about what our soul and spirit bodies are trying to tell us. I’m gifted with a remedy that is made in house, from the local lotus plant with its recipe dating back to the scriptures. The liquid tincture burning my throat and lighting up my crown chakra.

I was blessed with the company of a Russian man, passionate about health, wealth and embracing the beauty this world has to offer. We got to share in the retreat experience and expand our consciousness. He reminds me of how enjoyable life can be with how he embraces every opportunity that comes his way.

As the week comes to a close I think about the history that has walked through the temples of Siem Reap and the land that contains all the layers of mystery. With all the lotus that surrounds the Cambodian people and the ancient ruins I can’t help but think about what will surface next. If each one of us are living the life of a lotus…going through the mud to get to enlightenment…then when will the sunlight reach my petals? Will it be a part of this lifetime? Or will I have to come back for more?

The lotus gives us a beautiful representation of what we all strive for. It grows in the dark and once it breaks through to the light, it gives back hundreds of seeds to nourish the path that supported its growth. These seeds then give way to the next generation.

Does this flower represent our evolution of growth? Are we designed to become enlightened only for a few days, to then go right back to the muddy water and continue on to our next level of learning? Is it our faith and our suffering that provides the necessary growth for our flower to bloom?

What is your truth?

Philosophy: the study of the fundamental nature of knowledge, reality and existence.

As I sit on a small wooden chair in a room filled with heavy, thick Cambodian air, I look across from me to see a humble man dressed in an orange robe. His eyes smiling at me with the depth of compassion and the lightness of youth. I look back at him with eyes full of wonder and respect. He starts the conversation by saying- “you can ask me anything” “don’t worry about offending me, I am here for you”.

There are 2 beautiful woman beside me from Holland, who have also decided to take part in this discussion and one of them starts by saying “can you tell us a little about yourself?”

He smiles and says that as a boy he was in school and was failing at it. In grade 9 he quit school and as all his friends moved away, he decided to become a monk. That was over 10 years ago now. Since then he has learned to follow the 200+ rules that are part of his service, yet claims his life is a simple one. He says he is blessed with a bed, lots of spare time and daily blessings of food from the community. He says he has compassion for everyone who is not a monk because we have a harder life. We have to learn how to make money and survive and thrive in a world that is full of suffering, cravings and attachment.

I asked him why we get sick and what I took from it, is that it is our ‘Karma’ and that just like nature, we have our season of death. That this world is full of suffering and that we can not attach to it but rather walk the path of it, knowing that it is our destiny. That the only thing we can do is focus on ‘no harm to other living beings’ and to be mindful of all your actions. He also said that we must gain knowledge but that it was important to not have that knowledge stay in the mind, but to make sure that we integrate it in our hearts, so we can understand whether it is our truth or not.

I asked him if he was happy and if he thinks he will be happy in his future. He looked at me and said ‘no’. This is a place of suffering and it is okay. I think what he meant is that he is not attached to or trying to be happier each day. He is just staying present and taking in each moment for what it is. He is trying to live a moral life and most likely hoping it will help his karma for future reincarnations. He did however say he thinks he is happier than we are. That as a monk he feels blessed to live a life without burdens or worry. All I’m thinking is, hmm, no problem- all he has to do is be moral and follow a few hundred rules each day to help suppress his cravings. He has taken the road less travelled and believes it as ‘his truth’. I’m guessing he doesn’t have a bucket list stashed under his bed! It makes me wonder- is it wrong to crave a better life? To want more?

As I feel his words penetrate my mind and my heart I understand more about this philosophy and way of life. The recognition that we are all equal, that we should find our way of embracing suffering and that each decision we make will impact our future, as we live out our past decisions.

So how will you impact your future? Are you following your truth?

The ability to let go

As I write this I’m sitting at the airport in Vietnam on my way to Laos.

The ride to the airport from Halong Bay was almost 4 hours, and in that time as I gazed out the window the thoughts came pouring in, with the visions displayed to my right.

As I watch a farmer spraying his fields in a t-shirt and shorts, I think about how that chemical impact will affect his future generations.
As I look to the sky I wonder how much of the cloud cover is smog, not fog.
As I hear all the honking horns, smell the emissions and witness the lack of discipline with road rules I wonder…
How does this area of the world maintain their health? Do they complain about the same health issues we do?

North America has such different standards when it comes to health. Our perception is to prevent everything we can. To achieve the impossible. We don’t want to regret the decisions we have made so we set up the highest standard of health care. Our ‘safety standards’ are world renowned! All of this leads me to wonder, do we have a better life or just think we do? How can this culture get away with such a lack of order and safety and yet still have a long life expectancy?

Their traditional medicine is based on nourishing the blood and vital energy rather then concentrating on symptoms specifically. If the focus is to restore harmony, could this be their secret? The advice I get when trying to cross the street is to “just keep moving”. If you stop you’re screwed. I wonder if this is a simple way at looking at their philosophy. They don’t live in fear like we do.

Most of us have heard the concept of ‘what we see, we see only in ourselves’. This breeds the concept that our bodies mirror our mental state. If someone can’t let go of their past by stuffing unprocessed emotions and claiming their fake smiles, they tend to hold on to toxins…literally. I can’t help but think our burdened health is largely due to our toxic thoughts. I’ve noticed personalities that are quick to let things go often have a body that gets away with more than the norm.

Could this be the difference between our cultures? Could they be mastering the ability to let go? To release attachment to what was lost? To go with the flow?

The most powerful thing in the universe

YOU.

You are the most powerful thing in the universe. Without you, what have you got?

As we search this world for what we need or the things we want, we evole the layers of our human condition. We start with the basics- food and water. If we are lucky enough to get these, our natural instincts lead us to deeper desires. The desire for our mothers touch, our family connections and our desire to be there for others.

Our desire to be there for others helps us evolve our need to know our life has meaning. We learn endless ways to accomplish this. We become parents, get careers and learn that being busy is code for being needed.

What if you were told you were selfish. Would you feel shame or guilt? If all we have is ourselves and our experiences then how do we create meaning within our connections to others yet be there and connect to our inner beings.

Getting sick is a message to go within. If we get a simple cold, we stay home from work, we avoid our daily lives in exchange for building up our strength again. What if when we get more than just a cold, it is our souls desire for us to connect again with what is most important…

There are countless posters and sayings that tell us to follow our dreams, live large and go big or go home! The fear of being called selfish keeps many of us from jumping into the deep end. We play it safe in hopes that maybe one day we will get our turn. I’ve heard of many stories where the one that gets a limited time to live due to their illness, jumps into taking the world by storm. So why do we need to get sick to offer our souls permission to live out our deepest desires? We are all getting closer to death with each day that passes us by.

Selfish- lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with one’s own personal profit or pleasure.
If health is about balance, how do we create balance when it comes to being there for ourselves vs. fulfilling the desires of our loved ones?

Could healing be the perfect balance between these two? If so, can I have the equation?

Home Sweet Home

How do we turn knowledge into wisdom? With experience. We study to enhance our experiences, but it’s the experiences that grow us as human beings. Most people who get an illness and overcome it, if asked- will tell you that as hard and as painful as it was, they got so much out of the experience that they wouldn’t take it back. That’s how I feel about my trip to South America.

One of the most healing experiences on my journey so far has been letting go of everything I own. Releasing all stagnation in my life. Starting from square one. Feng Shui experts say that when you get rid of the old, it opens up the space and allows for the new. I feel that when you do this, you start to know what you want that space filled with! You start to get to know yourself on a deeper level through the emptiness. We live in a world where we are so afraid of space. We fill it, even with things we don’t necessarily love just so we feel more secure.

I left on my journey with only a backpack and didn’t know where I would end up. I gave myself permission to leave and never come back. When the plane landed back in Calgary only weeks after my departure, I was grateful to be home, ecstatic in fact.  For the first time in my life it felt like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Many people have asked me if Ayahuasca delivered what I had asked- love beyond fear and to know how to help raise the level of consciousness and love on this planet. I can say with confidence that I do think it opened those doors for me. I have never experienced such a heart opening and I most certainly look at the world differently. The book ‘A Course in Miracles’ says that when you have a shift in perception that IS a miracle in itself. Ayahuasca delivered me a miracle. The days after taking it, as my heart opened like it had never before- I started to realize what I wanted to fill my space with. LOVE. I never realized how much fear clouded it and held me back from truly embracing it.

As I journeyed to my next destination and took in a little bit of paradise, all I could think about was the love I wanted to return home to. As part of my departure and dedication to this project, I said good-bye to my boyfriend. As I left him behind, I knew we had an incredible connection but I also knew I needed to go. My parting words were “When I come home I will know if you are a twin flame or a soul mate”. My definition of a twin flame is someone that comes into your life that you have a strong connection to. Your relationship with this person is full of adversity and growth. Once you have had enough you part ways and they become an ex. A soul mate is someone that supports you for who you are and helps you grow from a heart centered place. I was surprised and delighted to find out after my heart opening ceremony that he was the latter.

I came home and once wrapped in his arms again, knew I would be supported and loved in a way I had hoped for my entire life. We are currently growing the roots of our relationship and embracing the healing power of love beyond fear.

India is still in the works although I now realize that my journey of healing that started from a young age needs a voice. I am taking some time to pour my heart into the pages I write so the world can hear my perspective on healing. Once grounded in that, I will take to the streets of India and continue my quest for the hidden healers of today that carry the wisdom of decades past.

Experts in the field of science as well as spirituality claim that the most powerful thing in the universe is love. So when it comes to healing- Is love the answer?