Cancer-free 5,
Chemotherapy.
Express drone delivery.
Modern chemotherapy is much better than before.
There are now drugs that only target the weak and sickly cancer cells.
Nanomolecules carry these drugs.
The molecules are too big to enter the tiny,
Tiny tight pores of the healthy cells,
But they can get into the bigger,
Looser holes in the sickly cancer cells with the weak walls.
These nanomolecules are like Trojan horses carrying poisonous anti-cancer agents.
They can only deliver the poison to the cancer cells with poor,
Weak,
Loose,
That are weak and loose enough to enter.
The anti-cancer agents also deliver drugs that inhibit the cancer cells' appetite and paralyze them.
Afterwards,
Your body's lymphocytes go right in and kill them easily.
They annihilate the cancer cells and ignore the healthy cells.
Before we begin our creative visualization,
Let's get into a slightly relaxed,
Slightly dissociated dreamy state.
It's easy.
First,
Get into a comfortable position and close your eyes.
Breathe in for counts,
Two,
Three,
Four.
Hold a seven,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six,
Seven.
And breathe out eight as you relax,
Four,
Five,
Six,
Seven.
Relax.
Again,
In four.
Hold a seven.
And out eight,
Doubling that relaxation.
Relax.
Relaxation.
One last time.
In four.
Hold a seven.
And eight,
Doubling that relaxation.
Seven,
Eight.
Breathe naturally now.
In a moment,
I'm going to ask you to imagine yourself levitating.
Before you do,
Imagine you have anchored yourself to a bed or chair or maybe to a tree or a good rope.
Once the rope has fastened,
Imagine how it would feel to start levitating.
Perhaps it feels as though you're leaving your body on the surface,
A little lightheaded as you lift up off the surface.
Up in the air in your immediate space,
Up over the top of the immediate area you were once in,
Up higher over the building that you were in or the place that you were in looking down upon there,
High over the neighboring buildings,
Roads,
Streets,
And trees.
Look way down there.
The cars are so tiny.
High over the area,
Over your neighborhood you live,
Higher,
Higher,
Up higher past the birds,
Up into the clouds,
Up above the clouds.
There,
Where you are delighted to find a nice,
Well-anchored feather or cotton bed or chair.
Or you can look out at the cloud formations floating on a mostly clear blue day,
Or look out at the star formations on a clear night,
Whichever you prefer.
Here you can daydream or dream dreams of health,
Comfort,
And joy.
So let's dream about your chemotherapy this way.
No matter if you're receiving your therapeutic agents orally or intravenously,
Imagine a neighborhood scene of nice houses and dilapidated houses together.
Imagine that drone-like nanopackages carrying poison gas,
Appetite suppressants,
And paralyzers are being sent to a certain neighborhood express delivery distribution center.
From there,
The drone packages are sent up and down all the roads,
The streets,
The alleys,
And the pathways to all the homes and buildings in that special area.
They are programmed to seek out every door at the strong,
Healthy places.
They bump this way and bump that way and bump this way at well-locked doors and only find tiny,
Tight holes impossible to get in.
Those holes are only big enough for thin envelopes and postcards.
They are too small for the thick envelopes or packages the drones are carrying because frustrated drones can't get into those strong doors.
They fly away and try the doors of the other homes and buildings.
They also bump,
Bump,
Bump in.
And when they find poorly locked doors and doors with holes big enough for the packages,
They know they have found a weakened,
Disorderly,
Hazardous place.
The drones squeeze into those dilapidated,
Disorderly buildings,
Letting loose a poisonous gas or liquid,
Filling the interior with chemicals and gases that melt the walls and suck the air out of the rooms,
Out of the homes.
Those homes and buildings quickly collapse and are cleared away by little white men driving big,
Bold bulldozers and street cleaners.
The only homes and buildings left standing now are the healthy ones.
All that is left is a sparkling,
Clean neighborhood and the smell of fresh air after a rain.
Although the remaining households in that neighborhood are still feeling a little uncomfortable about all this decan.
.
.
All this decontamination,
This war,
And can sense a little bit of the unpleasantness,
They are happy,
Whoo,
Because they survived.
And they are happy that the unruly neighbors are gone and their old houses are wiped away and the plots of land are wiped clean.
They look forward to new construction,
Safe streets,
Nice buildings,
And healthy,
Friendly neighbors in this neighborhood,
The neighborhoods next door and the neighborhoods located further away.
They might even put a gold plaque up commemorating the great day that the drones cleaned up the neighborhood.
Now put that story in a pink bubble and send it up and out into the universe.
Imagine all the forces,
Earth,
Wind,
Fire,
And water,
The heavenly bodies,
And the energy and vibrations surrounding them,
All beginning to coordinate to get in just the right formations to make your visualization come true.
And when you know that's beginning to happen,
You can gradually follow your rope back down,
Back into your body,
Back to where you are resting now.
Before you come out of your dream,
Repeat these sentences.
The molecules are skipping the healthy cells.
The molecules are delivering the drugs into the diseased cells.
The Trojan horses are delivering their packages.
I know the drugs are working because my body tells me so.
Only clean,
Healthy cells remain.
When your body knows what to do in a way that is efficient and most suitable for you,
You can use your own time and your own way to come out of your meditative state feeling glad that you have taken this time to take care of yourself.
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