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Tribute to Carla the miracle dog

Dear Carla has been my friend for the best part of eleven years now; she has been coming to see me at The Natural Medicine Centre for healing. At first it was to aid her recovery from a major operation to remove three ribs due to cancer and as time moved on she would come to see me for general top-ups and well being, with an ever watchful eye on the cancer dare it return. Carla had already had her front leg removed some years prior, again down to cancer and recovered from this with the amazing help of the healer Charles Siddle.
Carla was not expected to survive past the age of one, she certainly proved everyone wrong and passed away last week from old age at fourteen!!
I shall miss our meetings but am happy that she had a great life here and know she will enjoy the next one just as much.

Article from The Press, December 21st 2006 by Will Stone:

'A MIRACLE three-legged dog who jumps fences and chases rabbits has outlived vets' predictions of his death by eight years - thanks to animal healers.

Maureen Biscoe, of Warrengate Lane, Potters Bar, had been told by vets that her new puppy, Carla, had cancer and would not live long.
The German Shepherd/Collie cross had to have her front left leg amputated to control the cancer.
But Mrs. Biscoe did not give up hope. She took Carla to see an animal healer at The Natural Medicine Centre, in Southgate Road, Potters Bar - and Carla miraculously got better.
Then four years ago the healer died and Carla's cancer mysteriously returned, forcing her to have three ribs removed.
Since then, Carla has been seeing another healer at the centre, Helen Hilliard - also known as Helen The Healer.
The cancer has disappeared again and happy Carla is now eight and a half and still enjoying life.
Mrs. Biscoe told The Press: "She's a miracle dog. She chases rabbits and can even jump 5ft fences with her three legs. Now this will be the seventh Christmas on from when vets said thet she would not survive; I am overjoyed.
She has a wonderful life, considering that we did not think she would live beyond six months.
A lot of people can be very sceptical about alternative medicines but for me it worked.
I still can't believe it, but things like this give you hope and maybe others will be inspired by it"

Mrs. Biscoe who also has a nine-year-old dog called Gooner, got them both from rescue centres.
Helen The Healer added: "It's about harnessing natural energy, which is then given to the animal to enable the healing.
Everybody has the ability to heal but people rely more on modern medicines today, which are more prone to side effects. A healthy combination of conventional and natural is a good way to go.
Many people are cynical but that doesn't bother me - each to their own."

Copyright ©2012 Helen Hilliard

Leaving a bitter taste in the mouth!

A good friend and frequent client of mine, Liz, often brings one of her many rescued animals in to see me for healing. I had not seen her for some months when she arrived missing a dog lead or cat basket. Looking at her puzzled she exclaimed that it was herself in need of my healing on this occasion.

As we settled into our coffee and tea respectively Liz tried to explain her reason for the visit: 'You know I can sometimes have trouble with acid stomach, well it is like that but not like that. I have had one course of anti-biotics from the Doctor which did absolutely nothing, so now I am on the last dose of the strongest anti-biotic I can have and still the symptoms are the same.' Liz was terribly worried, thinking of all the worst things it could be. 'The Doctor is going to arrange a scan for me if this lot doesn't work, I need your help Helen it's been going on for weeks now!'
My Guide, dear Charles knows Liz well and I could feel him with us as she spoke. The impression I was getting from both Liz's description and Charles' help was quite confusing. At this point in a consultation with a client, I usually have some indication to the root of the problem but with this one, I didn't have a clue.

'Describe your symptoms exactly to me Liz.' I asked. 'Well' Liz started, 'When I eat or drink anything and sometimes when I have not eaten for some time, I get what I can only describe as a strange, bitter metallic taste in my mouth.'
It was at this point the penny dropped: I clasped my head into my hands, shaking it in disbelief and muttering 'oh no, I don't believe it!' 'What' Liz enquired, 'What it is?' Smiling as I brought my head from my hands I looked at Liz, trying hard not to laugh; 'Have you eaten any Pine Nut Kernels lately Liz?' Struggling to see the relevance with her problem she thought for a short time and replied 'Why yes, I have, it was a bag of mixed Goji berries and pine kernels, a present from a friend…Why?'

I then related my own story of the Pine nut kernels only two months before:

As Pine nut kernels are really quite expensive these days my cupboards had been void of them for some time so when I spotted a small, reasonably priced packet in the on-line-store of Holland and Barrett, the large well known whole-food store, I treated myself. Having roasted a small handful of them to accompany my salad that evening, I could not resist nibbling a few ahead of time and very tasty they were too. Later that day I experienced a strange and VERY disgusting metallic, bitter taste in my mouth. No amount of tooth-brushing or mouth-washing would shift it. I soldiered on through the day believing it would simply subside in time but it managed to get worse. I had to have sugar in my coffee as it tasted disgusting, my dinner, biscuits, even water could not escape this awful twang! My husband was becoming irritated with the frequency of which I would be smacking my lips together with a screwed-up face exclaiming 'What is this horrible taste?' I even considered that I was coming out in sympathy with a friend going through chemotherapy. On the third day I had enough, I could not take it any longer. I typed into the internet search bar 'Bitter taste in mouth.' and found myself reading a blog of people asking 'what is this bitter taste in my mouth?' the first answer was relating to tooth implants going wrong.. well, I'm certainly not rich enough to have any of those so I read on: 'What is this bitter taste in my mouth and I have not been eating pine nut kernels?' Pine nut kernels, what on earth does he mean? I followed the link and up they all came: Dozens of similar experiences dating as far back as 2008 and more from just recently. It seems that many kernels, often small ones from China have been contaminated with rancid oil that affects some people by leaving a disgusting bitter, metallic taste in their mouths for up to two months!
I rushed down stairs to my larder, grabbing at the small packet and squinting at the tiny print on the back, with a shout of 'NO!' I read 'Produce of China.'

The bitter taste in my mouth lasted six days before subsiding. The bitter experience will last for ever. Four months on I cannot bring myself to eat another pine nut kernel, from China or anywhere else.
It took some convincing to persuade Liz of this cause but once she had seen the articles on the internet and tried the suggested remedies of Charcoal tablets and Aloe Vera juice the dreadful taste began to ease. Her Doctor is now fully armed with these facts for future patients. I had only a small handful of the kernels but Liz had consumed the whole packet over the course of a week, her symptoms lasted five weeks! At least we averted any nasty hospital scans.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-1184261/Pine-mouth-puzzle-Why-nuts-leave-bitter-taste.html
http://healthwise-everythinghealth.blogspot.com/2011/03/pine-nut-bitter-taste.html

Pick a finger - any finger!

My husband's family are very good at staying in touch with one and other and insist on having a 'cousins BB-Q' once a year where all of the cousins, their respective other halves and children get together on a sunny Sunday afternoon to catch up on life.

I had been part of the flock for a few years so most of the family were well aware of my strange vocation in healing and Mediumship. Some cousins were quite positive about it even having healing themselves others, as can be expected, were quite sceptical and even amused at the idea.

One particular Sunday Cousins Do after a couple of drinks and some lovely food, I found myself sat at a large garden table chatting to family, when I became aware of cousin Gareth sitting beside me just listening to our conversation. Nothing odd in that behaviour but as I moved around the garden and the table during the course of the afternoon, I was conscious of him following me but saying nothing. Eventually Gareth started a conversation with me about the healing I do. Now, Gareth is a 'nuts and bolts' man one that believes in what he can see and touch, healing would be laughable to him so I quickly drew the conclusion that he was secretly interested, even in need of the healing but wanted to 'save face' by approaching the subject from an attack angle, the 'Prove it then!' angle.

The usual questions came out; 'how can you prove it was you that healed something?' 'it's just mind over matter, you think it will work so you think it has worked', ' it's all emotional healing you do, you can't actually heal physical things can you?' culminating in 'go on then prove it works!'. I was long past justifying myself or my abilities to anyone and rarely rose to this demand so simply said, ' I don't need to prove anything to anyone, everyone has a right to their own opinion and you have yours'.
This whole conversation was very light hearted on both sides, no malice intended by either of us. I had his mark and was teasing him into asking me for the healing and he was teasing me to give him healing to prove him wrong, neither side would budge and I have to say I was quite enjoying the repartee. By this time, the whole table was listening to our conversation with the occasional point of their own to add. We had hit a stale-mate, Gareth offering the baton to prove it works and me declining on the principle that I have nothing to prove. Gareth backed down and the conversation at the table changed to other subjects. I could still feel Gareth's mind ticking over; he really wanted that healing. I was starting to feel a little guilty by now, the poor man had plucked up the courage to approach me for healing and here I was, making him pay for his tunnel vision remarks and scepticism. Then he surreptitiously engaged me in conversation again: 'so, if I were to give you my five fingers, could you tell me which one was not right?' 'Yes, I imagine so' I said, 'go on then' he said, holding out his hand to me with an air of self-righteousness about him.
I gently took his hand in mine and began to feel for signs of injury, not in the way a nurse or doctor would do, physically, just a light touch and an energy going through. His wrist and hand felt fine so I continued through his fingers one at a time from the base to the tips. I continued with my work quite nonchalantly whilst holding a conversation with someone else at the table. Soon people began to realise what I was doing and the attention was back with Gareth and I. As I came to Gareth's index finger I could feel a problem with a bone, the energy bouncing back to me was sharp and at the same time loose. I continued across the other fingers to make sure Gareth was not throwing me a googly by having more than one bad finger, the rest felt fine. I stopped feeling his fingers and said nothing, 'well?' Gareth said 'what do you think?' Everyone was waiting on my reply: 'It is your index finger, the knuckle has a chipped bone that floats around, giving you pain at times'. Gareth's face said it all but he did not say a word, just sat there, stunned. 'Well?' I said, 'am I right?' again he looked at me in silence. Laughing now, I asked him again; 'Exactly right' he said 'I don't believe it!' After a pause to let the situation sink in, Gareth said 'You couldn't heal that though, could you?' 'Garteh' I said, 'are you asking me for some healing?' 'well, umm, er, ….. yes please'. After the healing, Gareth sat quietly looking at his finger as he flexed it back and forth in amazement.

Quite mean of me really wasn't it stringing it along like that. Nevertheless, I like to think I convinced a sceptic that afternoon in the sunshine.