I had a cyst on my left side and the doctors wanted to operate. I used the mirror of the mind technique. I decorated my white framed mirror with red roses because they are my favourite flower. Every day I imagined the cyst getting smaller and smaller. I even talked to it mentally, telling it to find another place to be, like out in the garden. One week later, the scheduled operation date arrived. After doing an ultrasound examination, my doctor said he couldn’t even find where the cyst had been. Other: With experimental curiosity, I started sending mental messages to my husband.
He is a German man and a lumberjack by trade. Where we live in the countryside men do not usually help with housework. At alpha several times I pictured my 100 kg. “forest bear”; husband wearing my little apron while he was washing the dishes.Three days later he murmured the following to me: "You look so tired, dear. Today, I"ll wash the dishes". We have been married for eight years and that was the first time (but hopefully not the last) when I saw my husband diligently scrubbing away.
