Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Why We’re All Deficient In Magnesium

 For every molecule of sugar we consume, our bodies use 54 molecules of magnesium to process it.

Signs of magnesium deficiency.


Sunday, November 1, 2015

Growing Old

Last night I pictured myself struggling to shove my trampoline in my back door because winter prohibits jumping outside. It wouldn't fit. I love jumping on my trampoline...at 80 it keeps me young. Now I am going to grow old....and wear purple or hats with red feathers and expect people to wait on me and take me places. Maybe that's not so bad after all. No more cooking big dinners.

Sugar Blues after Halloween

Have you noticed how behavior changes in children after they gobble up Halloween candy. What do you do to discourage your children from consuming too much sugar. I know school teachers notice a negative difference in behavior, but not only in behavior but with immunity and more sick days.
One mother I know buys back the candy from her children and then tosses it in the garbage. Another feeds her children lots of lemonade made with fresh lemons and stevia, also lots of celery, greens, and green drinks and puts the candy high on a shelf and lets them have two pieces a day. What works for you?
Sugar –Harmful to our Health

A recent study that Dr. Stan Gardner featured on his website, along with his comments ( www.stangardnermd.com ), refers to a study that concludes that sugar is as addictive as heroin, and potentially even more harmful, because of its far-reaching effects and its deceptive acceptance in our diet. That entry drew more than 42 comments from readers, many of them begging for help to get off the sugar habit
“High blood sugar levels also cause an immune system deficiency. The phagocytes, which are the cells in the body which chew up foreign material including bacteria, viruses, fungi, and break-down products, are not as effective when high blood sugar levels are found in the blood stream.
A major problem with sugar and refined carbohydrates in the mouth is it feeds Candida infection, which may be found anywhere: from the mouth, esophagus, down through the large intestine and rectum. Because Candida uses sugar for metabolism and energy, Candida is better able to divide, multiply and morph into a more toxic form with sugar as fuel.
One last problem with sugar ingestion before it gets into the stomach where absorption takes place is the neurochemical changes that sugar triggers in the brain. These are related to actual tongue stimulation, which sets off immediate changes in the brain. The brain, unfamiliar with this type of onslaught, evidences behaviors that are not uncommonly seen in children, such as hyperactivity, anxiety, crankiness, diminished concentration and depression. All of these can significantly affect school performance. Some people experience drowsiness instead of hyperactivity. Interestingly, recently presented data at a neuropsychopharmacology conference demonstrated that some of these neurochemical changes are the same changes that occur in people ingesting alcohol and other addictive substances. Clearly, sugar is one of those addictive substances.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Losing a Loved One

I am no stranger to loss. I have been widowed twice, the first time at age 32, and I have lost 2 children in the past three years. Recently I lost a best friend and although I am the oldest of seven, I have lost two sisters, a brother last year, my parents and many others. I understand death...we will all die and we came to earth to prove ourselves. The transition from life to death is like falling asleep at night and waking up the next morning in a beautiful place...and it is just a transition like passing from this life to the next life. I have read numerous books about near-death experience and so understand what a beautiful peaceful, amazing place heaven (or paradise) is ...free from pain and trials of mortal life. I have heard many people speak to me who have passed on...my daughter said to me, "Mom it is so beautiful here."
    My son, after he died,  said, "Mom, you don't have to worry about me anymore. I am okay. Later he said, "You would be so proud of me now." I know he is helping others.
     My first husband, after his death, said to me, "Don't worry, I am doing everything I can here to help you there."
     Often I rejoice knowing that a loved one or a friend who has passed away is now at peace. A peace that surpasseth all understanding. I love the following page...

Death-The Journey beyond life-


There are remarkable similarities between birth and death.
Elder Bruce R. McConkie (LDS Church leader) said:
"We know that this great plan of progression
called for birth which would provide a mortal
tabernacle for our eternal spirits, and for a death
which would free those spirits from the frailties,
diseases and weaknesses of mortality."
The words birth and death both describe movement.
Birth describes our movement from the spirit world to
mortality. Death describes our movement from mortality
to the spirit world. With each movement we terminate our
existence in one place and initiate our existence in another.
When God sends forth a tiny soul
To learn the ways of earth,
A mother’s love is waiting here—
We call this wonder— birth.
When God calls home a tired soul
And stills a fleeting breath,
A Father’s love is waiting there
This too is birth— not death
Author Unknown
From: The Journey Beyond Life Vol. One by Michele R. Sorenson and Dr. David R. Willmore
Still, today I am saddened and weeping at the loss of a friend and neighbor who died this morning. Seventy-four, and was ill and in a rest home, and for the last few days just sleeping. I can imagine how he is rejoicing now to meet loved ones and to be free of pain. So should I be weeping for him? Weeping for his family because I understand their loss and don't wish the grieving part for anyone?  Or am I weeping for my own mortality as I continue to advance in age and know that I will pass through this life and leave family who will grieve?  I don't want them to grieve, but the Lord has promised He will not leave us comfortless. I testify that is true....so many times I have felt His hand on my heart and have been comforted by the Holy Ghost.
I pray for that comfort for all those who morn.
When we lose a loved one, we are gaining an angel who knows us..

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Apostle Shows Up at Church

At Stake Conference today, a speaker spoke about having an incredible crisis in their life, a soul racking trial. Their ward was supportive and kind but he said he and his wife did not want to come face-to -face with this trial and talked about going to another ward that day. However after some consideration they went to their own ward. A few minutes later, one of our beloved apostles walked into the church which is extremely unusual. As the apostle spoke that day, Brother Payne (not his real name) said that he knew he was speaking to them. At the conclusion of the meeting, the apostle approached Brother Payne and asked if he could hug his wife. He hugged my wife and then me. Later he wrote us a wonderful letter and told us he would pray for us. It was a great comfort and I knew the Lord was watching over us in our trial and in God's way there are no coincidences.
It reminds me of the song, "Fear not I am with thee, or be not dismayed,..."

Another story talked about Nanny McPhee and how she told the children when they didn't want her around she would be there. When they did want her around , she would not be there. As the children improved their behavior Nanny McPhee lost her warts and became beautiful. The children became pleasant...

Unlike Nanny McPhee, the Lord will always be there for us, good behavior, bad behavior, warts, no warts...he will be there and help us overcome the crisis in our life.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Patty Davie Butts, My Story

I was born in April of 1935 To Grant and Muriel Beth Davie. I recall my mother telling me that I was the ugliest baby she had ever seen. I was premature and she said you could see every vein on my head. My mother was only 16, and it may have been overwhelming to have such a fragile baby Maybe that's why she gave me to my grandmother, Lenore Mathews, to raise for a while. My grandmother was truly a saint. She was without guile. Everyone called her "Mother." She was tender, had a terrific sense of humor, and was selfless. She was an angel on earth. When I was six months old I went back to live with my parents. At 18 months I fell in a small stream and nearly drowned and would have had it not been for a German Shepherd that pulled me from the water. The earliest memory I have is in Kingman, Arizona where my father was the foreman of a coal mining crew. One day I dropped a toy down the mining shaft. Several weeks later I recall it being pulled up on the rickety elevator covered in coal dust and mud. My next memories were when I was five years old and my father took me to the ward movies and sometimes to church. My parents were not active in the church, but I loved going to church. However, it did not last, We moved from that ward to Crystal Avenue in Salt Lake City where I started kindergarten, at Woodrow Wilson Elementary School. We made friends with the Jess and Jessie Johnson family and my childhood was filled with fond memories of making sand sandwiches with huge cottonwood leaves, playing dolls and making holly-hock dolls, walks to Fairmont Park where we went wading, long bike rides up Memory Grove and to the State Capitol Building, and swimming. We had an apricot orchid on one end of the street and we dried the pits of the apricots and ate them like nuts. On one corner of Crystal Avenue was "Fat's" Gas Station where we bought tons of penny candy and on the other end was Zissi's Root Beer Stand where we bought small iced mugs of root beer for two cents. We were the sugar kids. I was seven or eight when WWII broke out and we were fiercely patriotic. Fences were painted with "Kilroy was here." I remember war rationing of sugar, tires, butter... Victory Gardens, .... We were constantly singing "When Johnny Comes Marching Home," and "Over Here, Over There, " and other songs like "You're a Grand Old Flag..." How we loved America....the land of the free. We had a shed in our back yard and we put capes around our necks and jumped off pretending we were Superman. Not something I would recommend for our grandchildren. We played all kinds of games. Baseball in the middle of the street, run sheepy run, kick the can, hide and see, red-rover, red rover,. My favorite were the mulligan stew potluck parties where everyone brought something and we cooked it over an old barrel with a wood-burning fire. My father had a beautiful tenor singing voice and sang many Irish songs...Toora-Loora-Loora...that's an Irish lullaby, O 'Danny Boy, My Wild Irish Rose, and many more. Shana Johnson was my best friend growing up. Later my daughter, Jennifer married her son, Tim Cunningham. When I was in 6th grade we moved from the tiny home on Crystal Avenue to 3900 South and 4th East, just a block away from my grandparents, Leonard and Lenore Mathews. I loved the visits to their home. For My birthday I usually received a silver dollar and a bag of Jelly beans from them. While in that ward I was baptized in the font at the Salt Lake Tabernacle.... the building that my great-grandfather helped build. The Sacred Grove It has probably been 8 years since we went to the Sacred Grove but it was one of the most spiritual experiences of my life. “As I walked through the Sacred Grove, I knew I was on holy ground, The Spirit was so strong, I cried most of the walk. I knew without a doubt that God the Father and his son, Jesus Christ, appeared to Joseph Smith and restored the gospel, There was a peace and serenity there that I have never before experienced, I wanted to share it with all of our family- with everyone. I testify that that Jesus is the Christ, the gospel and Book of Mormon is true, and Joseph Smith is a prophet.” July 2015 A letter written to granddaughter Sarah Butts on a mission in Atlanta Georgia Recently Someone asked me "Who is God!" Underneath that question was a lot of scepticism..and even unbelief. I did not debate that question, because a man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still. However, I am now 80 and my time left on earth is short and so I want to testify that I know that God lives and that Jesus is the Christ. To me he is a personal God who loves all of His children equally. I have not seen Him but have felt His divine influence in my life. on many occasions. More than 20 years ago I found out I had liver cancer and thought I was going to die. I had been plagued with chronic fatigue for four years prior to that so had a very fragile immune system so knew I could not do chemo therapy and my doctor knew that too. I recall walking into a chapel and seeing a large portrait of the Savior and as I looked into his eyes I heard Him say to me, "You are going to be okay." It was penetrating and real and I did not doubt it. My doctor put me on a vegan diet, I had parasites and went on a parasite cleanse and within five months I was in remission. I have felt his guidance in my life when as a mother of seven I returned to school and was finishing up my Bachelor's degree when I was given a blessing and was told I would be able to serve the Lord better with my degrees. I completed my Master's degree in Ed Psych. and went on to work with many single women, and then on to be a school counselor and private therapist for a number of years and was blessed and guided as I helped others. Again when I desired to get a doctoral degree in Holistic Nutrition and there was a pull for me not to do this, I was told in a blessing this was what the Lord wanted me to do. Later, I felt impressed to become certified as an Emotion Code practitioner. I believe that each one of us is here on a divinely appointed earthly mission. My concern is have I done enough, am I doing what the Lord wants me to do. There are so many times in my life when I have felt His hand on my heart, some to spiritual to mention. I know without a doubt that my Redeemer and your Redeemer lives. The Book of Mormon is true ....we have three witnesses who heard the voice of an angel and saw the plates, and twelve who saw the plates.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Doctor Overcomes Cancer, then Cures Corhn's

When you meet Dr. Jill, you will immediately sense her compassion and genuine desire to help people find answers and give them hope that they can feel healthy again. What you may not know is that her own journey through life-threatening illness was a powerful force in shaping her passion for teaching people how to heal through functional medicine.