The Paradox Cure Blog ∇Words to Ignite Your Personal POWER & HEALTH – and Live Your PURPOSE!
Talyaa continues her recovery, receiving gargantuan love from me and your online heart messages.
My beloved wife, soulmate and supermate, Talyaa Liera, is home safe and recovering! Talyaa easily left the hospital 43 hours after surgery completed because of doing her intensive and extensive protocols (67 different supplements and 3 coffee enemas daily, body centered therapy and more)!
TalyaaLiera, my beloved soulmate and wife, has satisfied doctor’s conditions to be released from the hospital as of yesterday – eat solid food, walk around on own and manage pain with oral meds. All of our exhaustive work to reclaim health has paid off...
My beloved supermate, soulmate and wife Talyaa Liera is back! She’s able to read, write, understand, converse, joke. Around 2 am she talked for about 20 minutes.
I am listening to Christmas music as I have a lot of the day, with our Christmas tree in the background lit.
My beloved wife, soulmate and supermate Talyaa Liera is now in surgery. My body trembles with fear. I just can’t help it.
Yesterday was glorious – we chose to do a few things that would make the day extraordinary, which are things we rarely do or have ever done.
My beloved wife (Talyaa) and I attended our last community gathering yesterday on July 4th – a housewarming party for Dave Booda and Paula Padma – such beautiful people and friends.
People frequently say, “I don’t know how you do it?” – referring to how I deal with terminal cancer, pain (intense health protocols) and the constant threat of death. I didn’t know how to answer until last Thursday after a co-facilitated (wife and me) Paradox Cure process of exploring how I deal with it.
Robin Williams gave me laughter to get through hardship and challenges of life, and hope and inspiration to become a better person. But when he took his own life, he abruptly ripped my spiritual and emotional cords to the idea and archetype of being larger than life and endeavor to be more.
2 years ago I sat on my bed at home at 3 in the morning, feeling the worst I ever felt in my life, crying over the real probability that my soulmate and life partner would die from Stage 4c (terminal) cancer in a matter of weeks.
I felt a flood of emotions, accompanied by a surge of spine-tingling energy, trembling, heat, and deep heartfulness as I stood among legendary airplanes and space craft in American history. Only about 2 dozen other times in my life have I felt this distinct sensation, and that was around ghosts and unseen entities. I shuddered. I teared. I breathed deeper. I fought to not outright cry, as I thought I would lose it right there in San Diego’s Air & Space Museum.