Let me tell you my story of moving to Wyoming and finding healing here.

I knew I was dying... and sometimes didn't care. I didn't know what to do about it. One night I spent a long time "talking" in email to friends about a new Free State project in Wyoming, put together by an old friend - Boston T. Party. There were only a few people in Wyoming then, but they all encouraged me to come. They didn't know the shape I was in... I didn't want to be a burden to anyone...

I shut down the computer and prayed - harder than ever, I guess.

The "answer" was clear, and became clearer each time I prayed: Move To Wyoming. That was it! I prayed so hard for God to tell me HOW I could manage to do that... but the only response was, "Trust ME."

So, of course, being the stubborn woman I am, I argued with God about this for about 6 months. The answer never changed. "Move to Wyoming. Trust ME."

Then, in June of 2005, I met a new realtor in town and mentioned the fact that I "might" sell my house. To put this in perspective, I lived 8 miles outside of a very small desert town. There were a few places out in my area that had been "for sale" for 10 years or longer. But this lady was enthusiastic and got busy, bringing me a proposal in just a few days... just in case.

Now, I'm not one to "test" God, but I did have a passing thought that if HE really wanted me to sell and move, it would happen. Yep... we got three good offers within a few days, and a final total of five to choose from. They had bid the price UP considerably more than I'd asked for!

Brother, was I in a corner then. I couldn't always make it to the bathroom in time... and I had NO idea how to get to Wyoming, or what I'd do when I got there.

So, I put the word out to my Free State Wyoming friends and the wheels began to turn. A "friend of a friend" had an apartment for rent in Lead, South Dakota... and that was all I could find, so I arranged to take it. My friends in the desert helped me sort and get rid of things, then pack what little I was going to take... my grown sons loaded the rented truck, and the younger one drove me to the apartment in SD.

We crossed the boarder from Utah to Wyoming and stopped in the first little town, called Evanston, for gas. My son helped me get out of the truck, and I walked a few feet to the edge of a bluff to watch the sunset. Suddenly I felt an almost overwhelming presence, welcoming and joyful! I realized that, for the first time in my life, I had truly come HOME.. at least home on this earth. I feel much the same thing each time I come back to Wyoming now, the few times I leave - even to shop in the city just over the line! I am uneasy to leave, and joyous to return. Yes, it's a little nutty, but I can't help it.  :)

Not expecting to stay long in SD, I didn't unpack much in the apartment, living out of boxes as I began the search for my little bit of Wyoming.

So, I knew then I was stuck there for the winter. I was told I'd be in the cast for at least 8 to 10 weeks, and maybe longer. Living alone had never been more of a challenge! Thank God for my new church family there, since I'd have been in one heck of a pickle otherwise.

I had always been a holistic nurse, ever seeking to care for people as whole entities and interested in many kinds of alternative medicine. So, I was spending some of my "down" time looking for such things on the internet. I think it was about a week after the leg broke that I found a web site about energy healing. www.emofree.com  It was riveting, and I read little else for several days. Finally, I decided to try it. Couldn't hurt, and cost nothing... so I had nothing to lose.

To make a very long story short, to the astonishment of the doctors, within 6 weeks my leg was healed and the cast came off. At the same time, I was rapidly weaning myself off the supplemental pain medications and several others.

But the most remarkable healing was going on in my spirit and attitudes. I came to realize that the stress of my work was due to the fact that much of it - the bureaucracy and insane gov. rules, etc. - was in direct conflict with my deepest morals and values! My work, other than the patient care I loved deeply, was not congruent with my real person, my soul! What a dilemma. I had become cynical, angry, hopeless and negative in so many ways...

And then I watched as those terrible things peeled off me like dead skin. The real ME that had been struggling so hard to be heard became a whole, congruent person again... step by step, and day by day.

6 months later, almost to the day, I moved into my new home here in Newcastle, Wyoming. At that point I no longer had ANY medical condition (aside from being a typical 59 year old woman who didn't get enough exercise...) and I was no longer taking ANY chemical medicine. I had NO more pain, and was gaining strength and endurance rapidly.

Just think... no more arthritis! In the 4 years since then, I've gained much more. Then I could hardly hold a pencil... now I can shoot my XD .45 with either hand!

I have come from certain death to vibrant and joyful life!!!

I retired from regular nursing and took the training to become an EFT practitioner, teaching the healing process that had saved my life.

[Updated 11-24-09]

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