“Treatment…is a message from God that we record in our heart and sometimes on paper.”

In the past few years my days before Association were filled with people wanting things and trying to make plans.  I even received a few late night phone calls.  Last year I was contacted by a person who recommended I apply for a particular job. That was very tempting to think about and follow up on, but it was the right thing at the wrong time!

Needless to say, I understood this all as aggressive mental suggestion, i.e., animal magnetism trying to distract from the important work of praying for our Association and its members.  I found myself calling a practitioner to support me the last couple of years.  Honestly, I was a little down-in-the-mouth about that as I felt I ought to be able to uphold the work God has given me without asking another to support me in prayer.  It felt a little like cheating or failing.

This year I was resolved I would do all my own metaphysical work.  I am the son of God and I am able to do all that I am asked!  I would prepare and work for Association and not ask someone to support me.  On Friday night I wrote out a treatment for the travelers, my fellow members, and for the purity and protection of the day.  I spent time with God, listening for my Mother-Father’s voice and feeling Love's presence.  It was good.

The next morning I woke up with a migraine headache.  A few had seemed to strike at me, occasionally, over the months before.  While none stopped me from work, etc., I hadn’t done a good job of handling them for myself.  Talk about the dilemma!  I had work to do, work that God has called me to, and I was finding it hard to think through the pain.  So, with my heart feeling low, I called a practitioner and mentor.  She didn’t answer.  I said to myself: that’s your answer for me, God!

Well, I tried to listen and give a good treatment for myself.  The result was “nothing."  I couldn’t think clearly and freshly, I couldn’t give myself a successful treatment.  I was a bit frustrated.

At this point I noticed, sitting next to me, a printout of the treatment I had written for the protection of our Association, the members and the lessons we were to learn, from the night before.  I picked it up and read it through. The words seemed new to me — almost as though they hadn’t been typed by me.  The treatment I was holding was the one I had written, but I was realizing it wasn’t from me.  It was from Mind.

The headache vanished and I was more alert the whole day than I ever had been.

I also discovered that treatment comes from God.  It is not really us trying to reach up to something higher, though it seems like that.  It is a message from God that we record in our heart and sometimes on paper.