The Medical Medium! Secrets Behind Chronic and Mystery Illness and How to Finally Heal
Since he was very young, Anthony William has led an unusual and remarkable life to say the least. He hears messages about his clients’ health and is able to give precise, accurate information that helps them heal from chronic illnesses – illnesses they’ve suffered from for years, illnesses that today’s highly paid doctors can’t solve!
This information is way ahead of its time, so you won’t find it in current scientific studies – this information comes from intuitive truth. For those who are left-brained, this is going to be hard to swallow.
It doesn’t need validation from today’s science when we have thousands of successful case studies… but Anthony says science will catch up eventually…
The question is, do you really want to wait until it’s proved through the reductionist lens of mainstream science? It will take them anywhere from 10 to 40 years to validate what he is saying to you right now.
So for those who don’t want to wait, I suggest listening – and, better still, acting on it.
You just might want to pick up a copy of Anthony’s book, and share it with everyone you know is battling with a ‘mystery illness’.
This list of mystery illnesses includes, but is certainly not limited to, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Fibromyalgia, Multiple Sclerosis, Rhematoid Arthritis, Hypothyroidism, Hashimoto’s Thyroditis, Type 2 Diabetes, Hypoglycemia, Adrenal Fatigue, Candida, Migraines, Shingles, ADHD, PTSD, Depression, Premenstrual Syndrome, Menopause, IBS, Lyme Disease.
Anthony has written a truly powerful guide to healing the body, mind and spirit – holistic healing that honours the wisdom of the body, rather than seeing it as ‘dumb’ or ‘stupid’.
Anthony says it best…
“My story begins when I’m four years old.
As I’m waking up one Sunday morning, I hear an elderly man speaking.
His voice is just outside my right ear. It’s very clear.
He says, “I am the Spirit of the Most High. There is no spirit above me but God.”
I’m confused and alarmed. Is someone else in my room? I open my eyes and look around, but don’t see anybody. Maybe someone’s talking or playing a radio outside, I think.
I get up and walk to the window. There are no people – it’s too early in the morning. I have no idea what’s going on, and I’m not sure I want to.
I run downstairs to be with my parents and feel safe. I don’t say anything about the voice. But as the day goes on, a feeling builds up – that I’m being watched.
In the evening I settle into my chair at the dinner table. With me are my parents, my grandparents, and some other family members.
As we’re eating, I suddenly see a strange man standing behind my grandmother. He has gray hair and a gray beard, and is wearing a brown robe. I assume he’s a family friend who’s come to join our meal. Instead of sitting down with us, though, he keeps standing behind my grandmother . . . and looking only at me.
When none of my family reacts to his presence, I slowly realize that I’m the only one who sees him. I look away to see if he’ll disappear. When I look back, he’s still there staring at me. His mouth doesn’t move, but I can hear his voice by my right ear. It’s the same voice I heard when waking up. This time he says, in a calming tone, “I am here for you.”
I stop eating.
“What’s wrong?” my mom asks. “You’re not hungry?”
I don’t answer, just keep looking at the man, who lifts his right arm and waves for me to come over to my grandmother.
Feeling an undeniable instinct to follow his instruction, I climb out of my chair and walk to Grandma. He takes my hand and puts it on my grandmother’s chest while she’s eating.
Grandma backs away with a start. “What are you doing?” she asks.
The gray man looks at me. “Say ‘lung cancer.'”
I’m at a loss. I don’t even know what lung cancer means. I try to say it, but it comes out as a mumble.
“Do it again,” he tells me. “Lung.”
“Lung,” I say.
“Cancer,” I say.
My entire family is staring at me now.
I’m still focused on the gray man.
“Now say, “Grandma has lung cancer.’”
“Grandma has lung cancer,” I say.
I hear a fork clatter on the table.
The gray man pulls my hand from Grandma and gently places it at my side. Then he turns and starts climbing steps that weren’t there before.
He looks back at me and says, “You will hear from me all the time, but you may never see me again. Not to worry.”
He continues climbing until he steps through the ceiling of my houseâ€”and now does disappear.
My grandmother stares at me. “Did you say what I thought you said?”
There’s a panic at the table. What just happened doesn’t make sense for a number of reasons – starting with the fact that, as far as we know, Grandma is fine. She hasn’t noticed any problems or seen any doctors.
The next morning I wake up . . . and hear the voice again: “I am the Spirit of the Most High. There is no spirit above me but God.”
Just like the previous morning, I look around but don’t see anyone.
From that day on the same thing happens every morning, without fail.
Meanwhile, my grandmother is shaken by what I said to her. Even though she feels fine, she makes an appointment for a general checkup.
A few weeks later she visits her doctor – and a chest X-ray reveals that she has lung cancer…”