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From Caregiver to Caring

This book is an account of Simone's story with dealing with me when I had an incurable disease.


I cried, not because of the drama, but from gratitude. This book is going to assist so many people who are care givers, those forgotten ones that hold a life together and care for someone who is sick.


If you think your life is tuff, or if you are a person in Simone's position you have to buy this book. All those thoughts and feelings that you are having, all the guilt, all the wrongness will be wiped away as you realise you are not wrong and that there is another way.


Price includes postage!

$25.00

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Explanation of clearing statement

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The clearing statement is a tool that clears the decisions and judgments that are creating our lives and our body's.

Qld Cancer Council Meditation and Cancer

An interesting news report on the amazing work that the Qld Cancer Council is doing with recovery and meditation.

Click HERE to view. What else is possible?

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Improv Radio New Zealand with Pat Armitstead

Radio Interview on ABC

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