This I believe , our thoughts do become our reality………My earliest memory of believing this was way back during the idleness of those long summer days on the farm that just begged to be filled with mischief.
We discovered the excitement of riding the cows, pretending to be cowboys we would try to lassoo each other onto the ground…….
However the cow riding days came to a tragic end when our mother discovered two of us young ones had contacted a painless small red circle on our legs.
A physician would give it the proper medical title and call it tinea corporis but Mam called it “RINGWORM” In Ireland in the 60’s we had our own miracle cure for such ailments. So Mam loaded us up in the car and brought us to town, to a man who was the seventh son of a seventh son. Seventh sons of seventh sons are born extremely powerful healers, medicine men. Preferring to accept gifts rather than money. In fact the house with the neet rose garden that our healer lived in was left to him by old Ma Byrne whom he had cured of everything from toothache to dysentery…
As a mere five year old this seventh son of a seventh son conjured up scary images in my mind of an actual son with seven long tentacle like arms each supporting the head of seven other sons. Totally BIZARRE…..
I was so relieved to meet a mere human, who was kind and gentle and moved his magic hands back and forth over our silver red ringworms as he hummed and muttered a clutter of magical words. Afterwards he gave us delicious liquourish and in my heart of hearts I believed this man could cure anything and everybody.
My older brother, born a conspiracy theorist, asked how could a few words and moves dissolve our nasty ringworms, this man is a fraud. BUT the promise of icecream made him tag along. Mam paid the chosen one with fresh farm eggs, strawberries, potatoes and her homemade brown bread…
He told us we had to come back at least twice more before we could be cured and Thomas was convinced this was because he just wanted more eggs and stuff…..
Meanwhile we had leprosy, we were forbidden to share towels or clothes because if it got to our faces we were ruined and doomed…….
The day after my first visit I looked at my ringworm that did indeed seem to be shrinking and by nightfall fast fading…….delighted, I asked Thomas to show me his…..
His was even bigger and angrier than before…….definitely worse and increasing in size….
As I knew it would be, by the third visit there was no trace of my ringworm but Mother was increasingly concerned about Tom as he had developed another ringworm on his neck.
Horrified, she was convinced it was because Tom did not believe and as she did not believe in doctors and with only one other cure left in her world, she took him to the holy water well at the ruins of Aghowle church. This water had miracle healing properties and Tom had to wash his ringworms with it.
Of course Tom’s reaction to the water was ” I am not putting this mucky stuff on any part of me!!…..”
In the end Mam gave in took Tom to the physician who wrote the script for a topical fungi preparation which Tom faithfully applied as directed……The ringworm was soon history..
My thoughts as did Tom’s became our reality. This I believe……..
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