When Disease and Spirit Meet Part I

Part I The Day to Day World Beliefs and Conditioning

Growing up with a Mother Who Was “Different”

As a child, I vividly remember my mother touching my hand when we would nap together. Or rather, when she was attempting to put me down for a nap. She was kind enough to lay down with me in an effort to get me to calm down and rest.

Her hand touching mine as she comforted me, I recall the fingers on her hand w…