by Adrienne Ryan, Funeral Co-ordinator, BEd, Brisbane, Australia
Recent events with the media’s treatment of the Universal Medicine (UniMed) group have made me aware of how inaccurate and sensationalised reporting can be. In the case of UniMed, this came at the expense of the true story – which is nothing short of inspiring. I have known Serge Benhayon and his family for over ten years. I read with amazement and disappointment the twisted presentations of them, their lives and work, accompanied by a dawning understanding of how I had just accepted reported information over the years without really feeling into the quality of what was being presented. Here were stories that I knew to be misleading, sensationalised, biased and wrong in so many ways, but if not for knowing the subject so well, I wondered how much I would have accepted as truth? Continue reading “Consuming Junk Media & Cleaning Up My Own Press”
by Frank Tybislawski, Brisbane, Australia
Many years ago if you had asked me if I was amazing, I would have said ‘no’. Even if you substituted other words like fantastic, cool, clever, etc, the answer would still be ‘no’. If I think back to school there were certainly other kids who would have said, ‘yes’, they were amazing – without hesitation or fear. But while they would have said they were amazing, they didn’t feel amazing to me in a true way. They were probably funny and popular, happy and cheerful; perhaps these got mixed up and blended together into something labelled amazingness.
In more recent times, actually very recent times, I can actually say that I am amazing and importantly, I actually feel it and believe it. Continue reading “Yes, I am Amazing!”
by Alan Johnston, Pottsville
I have two sisters and a brother, all older. A few weeks ago the younger of my sisters and I discovered that we both ‘swimfly’ in our dreams. We were quietly sharing together after not having seen each other for ten years. It was a beautiful point of connection. Swimflying is dream-flying – using your arms and legs in easy swim strokes to stay aloft and glide. Continue reading “I Love Thee – Swimflying, Family and Gluten-free Biscuits”
by Jeanette Macdonald, Registered Nurse (currently in Palliative Care), New Zealand
Though I no longer live in Australia, I am aware of the misrepresentations and blatant untruths in media articles concerning the Benhayon family and the Esoteric Breast Massage (EBM). I feel to express what I know to be true from my own experiences.
I was one of the practitioners who attended the initial training for EBM and can confirm, as has been stated in articles other than this, that Serge Benhayon presented it as a demonstration, above his partner’s clothed body, with an honouring and respect for women such as I had never seen before. He was also very specific that it was strictly for women by women, and it has been ever since. Continue reading “Serge Benhayon & Esoteric Breast Massage: My Experience as a Woman & a Nurse”
by Carmel Reid, Somerset UK
My body has been speaking to me all my life. Sometimes I’ve listened, and when I haven’t it has had to shout louder. Occasionally, when I’ve ignored it completely, it’s brought me to a complete stop so I had no choice but to listen.
I recently did an exercise writing an A to Z of all the things I’ve had go wrong in my body and I was amazed to see just how much my body has been speaking with me all my life. Continue reading “Listening to my Body”
by Alan Johnston, Pottsville, Australia
May I tell you a few things I love?
I love the breadth and depth of expression that is coming through all the student blog posts. So uniquely and universally real.
I love each writer’s different way with words. The sense of how they set them to abide with each other and convey the whole. And within such honesty I love the words themselves, the sound, the form, the flow. Continue reading “I Love that Match”
by Anne Malatt, Australia
I never thought I would be a “good” mother.
My role model for a mother was a “superwoman” – a woman who worked hard in a demanding job all day, who came home and cooked gourmet meals at night, who provided for us in every way, who did all the household chores and maintained a large and lovely garden, but who was exhausted and loveless for herself, and drank as a substitute for nurturing and celebrating herself. I did not think I could live up to this, and did not really want to! Continue reading “Being a Good Mother”