My husband, Jim, and I, were old hat at this—we had two children, two years apart, just four years earlier. But neither had prepared us for James.
James was… well, he was different. He was born with a heart murmur and an ear tag, and diagnosed with an inguinal hernia at three-months-old. He had ear infections and countless rounds of antibiotics. At three months, I didn’t want shots; at almost four months, I knew he shouldn’t have them. I listened to Man (doctor) rather than God and went against my “gut” (the Holy Spirit). I have no doubt he acquired damage at the appointment when I couldn’t shake that undeniable feeling of doom, but followed instead the advice of a caregiver who told me that I wasn’t, “that ignorant”, and that my other two children had, “turned out o.k.”
As a child I developed a particular baby tooth, but had no permanent one beneath. When my one-and-only cavity in this tooth was discovered, it was decided to fill and crown it rather than remove it. This tooth leached metallic infection for several years, and was finally pulled right before I became pregnant with my third child, James.
RUG REMOVALAt two-and-a-half years old, we knew something was wrong. James drank around one-half of a gallon of raw milk a day and hardly ate anything. His speech was slow, his understanding off, and, though he was often the life of a party, (we called him ‘fun Jamesy’) he was becoming increasingly difficult to control. We reasoned that his inattention must be due to his hearing. In a last ditch effort, Jim and I sent our boy for tubes. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back as they say, or in reality, that broke his back then stomped him into the ground. We saw hand-flapping, hand-spinning, and toe-walking emerging in our precious son, in addition to running away looking as if he’d never known us. We didn’t need a doctor to give us a behavior-based diagnosis we could see for ourselves, and worked quickly to learn as much as we could and keep our feet on solid ground.
Jim and I both have saving faith in Jesus Christ. We’d gone to God for spiritual matters and had always had a supporting and loving Father meet our needs. My world came crashing down around me as I struggled with the fact that I had caused my priceless son harm. All this because I had not prayed about the information that the world had provided about health, I just accepted it. It wasn’t hard to research and figure out: yes, amalgam fillings are poisoning a great number of the population in the U.S., and, no, vaccinations are not safe—they are full of toxic substances that are dangerous to each and every individual. Did it take long? No. Did I have to look? Yes, I did…and I didn’t bother until it was too late.
Whither should I follow…?
I wanted a miracle, a magic bullet, a definite strategy for pulling James out of his current state of malfunction. We used therapies and healing diets that advanced his health significantly, but promptly found that prescriptions and over-the-counters weren’t going to cut it for him. I called him the multiple-toxicity-reactor: he responded severely to almost any medication we tried. It was crucial in my eyes to find some other way to meet his needs.
ANOTHER WAYI’d been introduced to essential oils a few years before. I thought it was exciting the time that I used them to avoid the flu when all the rest of my household became ill. I loved how nice they smelled when cleaning with them, or when I placed a few drops on my AC air filters. They were a novelty, something to play with—we still stuck with doctor visits and antibiotics for any “real” sickness.
When we began hitting a brick wall using drugs with James, the Lord reminded me of my oils. I redirected my research and found mamas who had used essential oils to recover their children from the autism diagnosis—I was inspired! Dusting off my Essential Oils Desk Reference from a few years back, I eagerly looked into different conditions, studied through numerous websites, and asked endless questions in Facebook groups to see where to begin.
ESSENTIAL OILS—GOD’S AMAZING MEDICINEExciting things can happen when using God’s medicine produced specifically for healing his created beings. The best way that I can think of to describe essential oils in comparison to man-made meds is the difference between how a dad handles a situation versus a mama.
A young child is pushed down on the gravel by his buddy, leaving him bruised, bleeding, and heartbroken. His Pop stands him up, inspects for damages, and seeing none gruffly says, “Go on, boy, shake it off—you’re fine.” (Or so it happens in East Texas.) His major problem is solved—the boy is up and going again, but he’s likely worse for the wear. His Mama, on the other hand, cleans any cuts, wipes away tears, finds out why the boy’s friend has pushed him down, and helps him reconcile. She solves the son’s troubles in multiple ways, and repairs issues that others may not have realized existed.
Man-made chemicals target one problem, and are generally a mimic of one major component found to be effective in plants. They are then changed slightly to be patented for the ultimate goal of making lots (and lots) of money.Essential oils are a whole form of healing containing countless different constituents to restore on many levels, and can’t be patented because they are diverse according to season, sunshine, rain, and so on. Compounds that make up an essential oil work synergistically. They are like the perfect Tetris piece, filling many important deficiencies all at the same time.
THE ELECTRICAL ADVANTAGE-INCREASING FREQUENCYOils increase your health electrically. A healthy human body measures at about 68 Megahertz, until it is affected by a cold or flu which brings it down to approximately 58 Mhz. From candida infection, to mononucleosis, to a cancer diagnosis it decreases consistently, and at 25 Mhz your body begins to die. I was excited to understand that dry and fresh herbs measure from 12-27 Mhz, while living essential oils range from 52-320 Mhz. Just inhaling any of these oils will increase your frequency. In fact, the highest measuring oil at the 320 Mhz mark is the rose—so it really does you well to stop and smell the roses!
ENDLESS POSSIBILITIESOver the years of our using essential oils, my family knows which to choose for various situations. I overheard my 10-year-old daughter giving instruction to an adult on how to apply one of the oils just a few days ago. There’s a learning curve for a new oiler, but once you get the feel for it there’s no turning back!
When my eyes were twitching, my mind was racing, and I couldn’t sleep in the early days of James’ regression, Frankincense leveled my stress response. The first time I gave him the digestive enzymes that included Peppermint oil, my little guy with such gastrointestinal problems cleaned out my dishwasher for me—he felt that much better. As we came down with colds, stomach bugs, bites, burns, bruises, scrapes, pain, you name it— all were treated successfully with our set of oils.As I added to my collection grounding oils more specifically geared toward brain trauma, I saw a change in James’ demeanor. He was more laid back, easier to laugh and smile. My very favorite story is the point when I began using Vetiver and an oil blend called Valor with James. I rubbed them on his feet after he went to bed, and he woke up unusually pleasant. Before this time he wrote consistently backwards, but I noticed the first day post oil application that James was writing forward. During a two week span I forgot to apply the oils three times, and on each of the days following he wrote backward again. I think this was God’s way of showing me we were on the right track, and that what He had provided was something very special.
Thankfully, I can report that things have leveled and James is progressing well! We are using our oils and pouring the best nutrition possible into James—especially cultured a2 beta-casein dairy; we try to make each day count. We haven’t been to an MD in over two years—essential oils have been a major addition for the empowerment and health of my family. I’m confident that God will guide our steps through the rest of this healing journey; we just have to follow Him.