Spiritual and/or Mental Healing.

[Guest guest]

First of all, I want to thank Rusty for her warm stories in regards her

experiences with faith healing.

 

The following is one of my own stories of how I was cured of a

disability through Spiritual and Mental practices.

 

As a prelude, I'd like to mention that I have been a Scientologist and a

professional Dianeticist for over 32 years. At the time I entered the

Church of Scientology, there were three things that attracted me to it:

1. The promise of an answer to the " meaning of life and WHY all things

exist and WHY did God start all this? " ; 2. An answer which explained

" out of the body phenomena " which I had experienced and no one could

explain; and 3. A solution as to why I " couldn't study or learn

anything in a classroom environment " .

 

What follows is how I handled one of the three and opened the door to

another back in the late 60s.

 

 

A Scientology Success Story

by

Ian Shillington

 

Who would have thought that disaster was around the corner waiting to

strike?

 

It was a spring day in 1962, and I was studying for my final Grade 10

exams outside on the grass while basking in the late May sunshine. The

winter in southern Ontario had been long and cold that year, and it was

the first 70 degree day we were experiencing. Like my other 15 - 16

year old classmates, I had stripped to the waist and was lying on a

blanket soaking up the sun’s warm rays, studying for a French exam that

was two weeks away.

 

Engrossed in my studies, I failed to note the shadows lengthening and

that I had spent over three hours with that hot sun beating down on the

back of my head. Finally I moved and changed positions to discover that

I was sunburned quite badly. I stood up and nearly passed out as the

world began to spin wildly around me like a kaleidoscope. I had

sunstroke but did not know it.

 

Somehow, I managed to gather up my books and make it to the gymnasium

down the street where I felt a cool shower was in order. In the shower

room I turned on the cold water, stepped under the pelting spray, then

knew no more.

 

Blackness descended.

 

I awoke to discover that I couldn’t see. Gently I reached up to my eyes

and found two pieces of gauze softly resting on top of two huge lumps

covering my eyes. After a brief inspection, I realized that the two

huge lumps were actually my eyes and eyelids swollen almost beyond

tactile recognition. I had no idea whether or not I was maimed for life

or if I’d ever see again, and I lived in blind terror for the next three

days until the swelling had gone down enough for me to peripherally see

some light through one eyelid.

 

Well - I missed all of the summer exams as I slowly recovered. I

learned that I had fallen straight over like a falling log with the full

force of the drop centering on my forehead and that I had been in a coma

for three days with a severe concussion. As the summer holidays slowly

passed, I got well and to all outward appearances had made a complete

recovery.

 

Fall now rolled around and with the change of leaf color, I resumed my

schooling. Due to the fact that I had been an " A " student, my previous

fall and winter grade averages were enough to pass me into Grade 11.

 

It was not apparent at first to me but it was soon pointed out by my

teachers that my school work left a great deal to be desired. As time

went by it became obvious that I couldn’t study. My parents thought I

was just being lazy and ranted for a while that I was not applying

myself. Christmas exam time came around and I failed almost every

subject miserably. The school decided that I should be tested with an

IQ exam and other batteries of tests. The results came back. My IQ was

90. Whoa, wait a minute. My previous IQ scores showed an average of

125. What was going on? IQ doesn’t change, or does it?

 

I failed my first year in Grade 11 and barely passed my second. The

first year in Grade 12 was no better and I failed it miserably. Year

number two in Grade 12 was also disastrous. I barely passed and was

supposed to carry three of my Grade 12 subjects into Grade 13 (there are

13 grades in Canada). I dropped out of school.

 

I couldn’t study. Every time I picked up a book I would almost pass

out. I would get headaches sometimes in the middle of my forehead which

would prevent me from focusing on anything having to do with study.

 

What a conundrum. My life was now filled with unexplained dichotomies

that confused others as well as myself. For four years in high school I

was not able to study the written word and to all outward appearances

had the IQ of a moron. Yet strangely enough I excelled in anything

having to do with learning by sonic. In other words, if I heard it

rather than saw it, I could learn it. Subjects like music club and

drama were easy and I usually ended up with a lead role. I could

remember numbers easily as long as they were spoken to me. If they were

written on the printed page, I would nearly go unconscious.

 

My schooling was ruined and any chance of advanced education were not

even considered when I left school. I had reached a dead end and my

education was lost to me.

 

I left home and simply drifted around for a year moving from job to job

with really no aim in life. In the summer of 67 I was fortunate enough

to have run into a Scientologist who read to me a passage from a book

written by L. Ron Hubbard. With that one sentence, I knew I had found

the answer to all of my philosophical questions as to why I was here and

why I did the things that I did and where I was going.

 

I couldn’t study Scientology very well because of my educational

disabilities, however I started receiving Scientology and Dianetics

" auditing " immediately.

 

(Scientology means " Knowing how to know " . Dianetics means " Through the

mind " . Where Scientology handles problems, upsets, and false intentions

and postulates of the spiritual being himself, Dianetics handles

problems of the human mind.)

 

In one of my Dianetic auditing sessions I discovered that the main

reason I couldn’t study was that accident I’d had back in ’62. There

was even a nurse who had spoken during my coma who’d said, " he won’t

write any exams " . Spoken words such as this, and the pain and

unconsciousness of the impact, had effectively stopped my education at

that exact point. The Dianetics auditing released all that pain and

unconsciousness and in that one session my entire education came

flooding back to me. After that session, I tremblingly picked up a book

and started to read and study it. Joy of joys, there was no headache,

no blankness and I could remember everything I’d just read. Since that

time I read and study to my hearts content and the last time I had my IQ

checked, it was 153.

 

There have been many other Scientology wins since that time, and I

continue to grow as a being.

 

Sometimes people wonder why we as Scientologists feel as strong as we do

about our religion and about our Founder L. Ron Hubbard. The answer is

really very simple. Scientology enables us to grow, expand our

abilities, and survive.

 

Best regards,

 

Ian Shillington

 

PS. By the way, the one line that was read to me where I knew I’d found

the answers to life was,

 

" Before the beginning was a Cause, and the entire purpose of the Cause

was the creation of effect " .

 

taken from the Factors

written by

L. Ron Hubbard

 

(IF ANY OF YOU WISHES FURTHER INFORMATION ON DIANETICS AND SCIENTOLOGY,

YOU CAN CHECK OUT THE WEBSITES I’VE LISTED BELOW.)

 

HTTP://WWW.DIANETICS.ORG/

HTTP://WWW.SCIENTOLOGY.ORG/

HTTP://WWW.LRONHUBBARD.ORG/