I’m a Christian. How can I use my imagination during treatment?
During my year of treatment, I read a good amount about the art of Visualisation. I knew that most Christians frowned on this, labelling it new-age, occult, weird, yet somehow I had a feeling that we were, to use a cliché, throwing the baby out with the bath water. I believed there was more to this subject. There had to be ways to use our God-given minds to encourage healing within our bodies, without entering into the field of mysticism.
Slowly, I experimented and soon found how well it worked for my time under the radiation machines. I decided to share the experiment with my minister husband, who was wary of the subject.
One day, while lying on a rug in the shade of a large thorn tree, I brought up the issue.
“Please allow me to explain what I’m trying,” I said. “Keep an open mind. If you’re not happy with what I share, I won’t bring up the subject again.”
“All right,” Rob nodded slowly. “Fair enough.”
“Well, you know how medical science has proved the effects of emotions on the body?”
“And you know for yourself that if you dwell on bad things, you find negative reactions within your body right?”
“Mmm . . .”
“Well then surely by deliberately changing our emotions, we should be able to affect our physical body? That just makes sense.”
“I know for a fact that if I allow myself to dwell on the negative ramifications of cancer, before long my heart-beat speeds up, my mouth turns dry, I start to feel agitated.”
“Agreed. That’s why you mustn’t dwell on negative issues.”
“Well then,” I continued, “If by dwelling on negative thoughts I can create a bad situation in my body, surely by thinking happy thoughts, I will be doing my body good?”
“Yes, I guess that makes sense.”
“If I allow myself to think bad thoughts about cancer, I am using my imagination, right?”
“Yes—but you’re using it wrongly. You’re creating things in your mind which hopefully will never happen. You are facing crises which you may never have to face.”
“Exactly!” I beamed in triumph. “That’s what I’m trying to say. So instead of allowing that, I want to use my God-given imagination to conjure up good scenarios. This can only benefit my body.”
“Yes, I can see that.”
“So where’s the problem?”
“You mean that’s it? That’s all you’re trying to say?”
“In essence, yes. Now look at it in action.”
I reminded him of a chorus we sang with our youth, which speaks of the love of God surrounding us like a sea.
“When I lie on that metal table in radiotherapy,” I said, “I sing that song, over and over again. At the same time, I picture the Lord’s love surrounding me like a sea. I imagine the sound of the waves and it takes my mind off the hum of the machines. “
With that description Rob was perfectly happy and showed no further concern about my “visualisation” during treatment.