Wholesome Thoughts

Sacred Stories


Sacred Stories is your invitation to again be enchanted by stories. Every story told here is true, although some may seem almost unbelievable.

~Angeles Arrien, cross-cultural anthropologist

“Often when you would go to a shaman or a holy person or a medicine person in traditional people’s, they’ll ask you, and you say that you’re disheartened or dispirited or depressed, they’ll say, ‘When did you stop singing? When did you stop dancing? Or moving in your body? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? And particularly by your own life story? And when did you stop being comforted by the sweet territory of silence?’ “

The idea of this page grew out of a workshop with Dr. Mary Jo Bulbrook as she kept saying to a group of individuals loosely called healers: “You need to find a way to write these stories.” But these stories happen in relationships governed by laws that protect privacy of patients or clients. It became obvious we could create a large bulletin board upon which to write, thus protecting persons’ identity while telling what needs to be told.

You may email debra@scs-matters.com to submit your sacred stories for consideration. As we honor our experiences—especially those that do not fit neatly into our logical structure of thinking—you let the soft animal of your body relax into a larger meaning of life.

Live As Though It Might Be Your Last

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We did not know one another before she came to me for Reiki, but we ended up becoming friends. She had a diagnosis of colon cancer, and had been told by the doctors she had only six months to live.

I wish they would not do that—they are not God and they do not know—but she made the best of their having said that she was going to die.

We went with her to the hospital where we did Reiki and worked on her visualization to help the chemo target only the cells that needed to be destroyed. The staff was fascinated by what we were doing, and they encouraged us.

She left a less-than-satisfactory job, and a less-than-healthy relationship.

She did not have two dimes to rub together, but her daughter was in Europe, so she found a way to go visit her there.

She lived each day as though it might be her last….

Her body healed, and she was declared “cancer free.”