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A HEALER’S HANDBOOK BY THURMAN GRECO
In “A Healer’s Handbook”, Thurman shares experiences and observations based on years of practice. She focuses on the spirituality of the different body systems, both physical and energetic.
This book offers extensive information on condition and illnesses encountered by healing practitioners. The spiritual connection is explained in every health issue because they reveal a person’s deeper layers, essential for healing.
Healing protocols, helpful lifestyle changes, and affected chakras build on one another.
With information found in this book, you will offer healing to the whole person.
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I Don’t Hang Out In Churches Anymore
Thurman Greco’s “I Don’t Hang Out in Churches Anymore” will touch your heart as she relates both the joys and hardships of contemporary American life as seen through the eyes of a small town food pantry. This is the story of how one woman in America found God.
In truthful, upbeat, intimate language, these prayers relate events and stories that may sound familiar to you. They are the stories of your neighbors. These experiences reveal joy, love, laughter, pain, surprise.
Do you believe in miracles? There are stories in these prayers that can be interpreted no other way.
The prayers in this book will empower you to pray for yourself as well as others. When this happens, you will discover just how import prayer for others is, as did author Thurman Greco. You will learn more about yourself and your connection to your community. In this process, you will learn more about God.
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Miracles, like beauty, exist entirely in the eyes of beholders. Naturally occurring events, they happen all around us like the wind, rain, and sun outside the pantry room. We only need to see them for what they are. They happen when we open our eyes, ears, and hearts to the possibility that they exist at all.
Pantry miracles never change much. Except, they do. They change how we see the pantry and how we belong in it. These humble events change our inner lives. We become responsible for ways to overcome the hunger and homelessness we face.
Pantry miracles remind us it’s never too late to know ourselves and understand the talents we were born to use in our lives.
Welcome To My Blog
I spent my childhood in Texas – a part of Texas that looks as if it came right out of the set of the movie “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly”.
I knew when I was 4 years old that I was leaving Texas. I told my best friend, H. N. Bitter, all about my future as we sat beside a road watching for cars that weren’t going to drive by:
“What do you think is going to happen to us when we grow up?” he asked. “Do you think you’ll travel down a road like this?”
“H. N., when I grow up I plan to leave this place and see the world. There’s a lot to see at the end of this road and I want to see it all. I plan to see it all.” I replied.
“Well, I don’t think I’m going to go anywhere. I don’t think I’ll ever leave here.” And, H. N. didn’t and I did.
Venezuela was my home for a while. I lived in an oil camp in the interior of the country. We were 50 miles in 1 direction from a grocery store, and 50 miles from headhunters in the other direction. And, finally, a 3rd direction offered the literal end of the road at the Orinoco River.
For over 30 years I lived in the the Washington, D.C. Metro area with a spouse whose career field was spying and I didn’t even know it.
During this time I learned to be a healer. And, that’s where I came to explore life’s issues: the meaning of life – what happens when we die – where I came from, really.
Of course, the big questions are still out there.
Whatever happened to the Anasazi?
Why didn’t I meet up with Woodstock and all the many adventures it offered until I was over 70, an age when we’re all supposed to be winding down and enjoying life?
Why?
So much strength is needed to do all the things I’ve done in Woodstock.
Good luck to us all.
Author’s Note
Whenever possible/practical, I reviewed conversations with people who could help reconstruct events, chronology, and dialogue based on these reviews. Some of the
incidents as well as certain events were compressed, consolidated or reordered to
accommodate memories of everyone consulted.
All dialogue is as accurate as possible to describe actual conversations that took place, to the best of my memory.
The names of some of the characters (mainly, the pantry shoppers) were changed.
Names of others were omitted.
Technical information presented in some of the posts is as accurate and factual as my
research allows. A technical post sometimes takes as many as 20 hours to research
The opinions I express in the posts are mine. They are based on my experiences over
time as I encountered fear, aggression, abuse, hatred, assault.
If you read a sentence, paragraph, page, or post you feel is outrageous or untrue, it is
nevertheless very real.
Everything written in this blog actually happened. It’s my story.
Thank you for sharing this journey with me.
Good luck to us all.
Mission Statement
Woodstock is a town with many stories. I share many food pantry stories in the blog “Hunger Is Not a Disease”. Even though I blog there about hunger and food pantries, there are many, many more stories that should not be lost.
Woodstock’s residents reflect a certain attitude. The town has a certain reputation.
This town, its people and their activities create a ripple effect extending beyond time and space.
Good luck to us all.
Dedication
This blog is dedicated to everyone living in Woodstock, both fulltime and weekend residents.
It’s dedicated to all those who come to shop, smile, gawk, work, visit.
It’s dedicated to those who have had to leave Woodstock – for personal, financial, or
employment reasons. Parting is difficult for many. They find themselves caught on a path they can’t seem to leave. It leads them to a place they don’t want to go. For some, the destination finds them with a much lightened load. Along the way they have lost their job, family, health, home, sanity, self esteem.
Without all of you, these blog posts could never have been written.
Thank you. It has been an honor and a pleasure.
Good luck to us all..
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Acknowledgements
I offer gratitude to everyone who comes to Woodstock for the day, the weekend, the week. I offer gratitude to those who seek to live here on weekends, during the summer, or as full time residents. Your energy and money are extremely important to this town.
You created the stories in this blog. All I am doing is posting them.
Good luck to us all.
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