Recreating the Good

By Linda Mihalic

In 1963 and 1964, while in my junior and senior years in high school in a small Midwestern town, several of my classmates and I suffered recurring bouts of strep throat. Since we had only one doctor in town, we all went to him; he prescribed sulfa drugs initially, which worked for some, but not for me. So the fourth time I arrived with strep throat, he prescribed a new "wonder drug," a broad-spectrum antibiotic. Over the following year, I received six courses of treatment with this drug for strep throat.

During my university entrance physical, the hearing test revealed that I'd become severely hearing-impaired; 85% loss in my left ear, and 87% in my right ear, legally deaf. A hearing specialist determined that this loss had occurred as a result of the antibiotic use, and I was entered into a class action lawsuit against the drug manufacturer.

Since this hearing loss had occurred gradually, I'd evolved the ability to read lips by carefully paying attention to my teachers (and professors) while they lectured. The only time I had trouble was when someone spoke to me while I had my head down or was turned away. My father had reprimanded me for not paying attention to what he was saying, so no one in the family was surprised at the hearing loss. Our family had only a modest income, so hearing aids were not an option. I continued by reading lips.

After graduation, I moved to a large Midwestern city and began working for a publishing company as an editor. I still coped by lip-reading and paying strict attention to anyone entering my work area; I never informed anyone of the problem, no one noticed, and I seemed to "fit in."

Then, in 1971, I met my spiritual teacher, Edna Lister, who had written several books, all of which I purchased right away. One of the books, "Eternal Youth," contained the statement, "Anything that was present in the original body equipment can be recreated anew."

"Well," I thought, "if this is true, then I should be able to heal my ears, since they were perfect when I was born." What did I have to lose? I was already legally deaf, so anything would be an improvement.

I went through all the notes I'd taken at Dr. Lister's lectures and private group meetings, and listed all the prayer declarations that seemed appropriate to my case. These are the declarations of healing that I began to use:

"My ears are God's ears. I hear with God's ears. My hearing is perfect. I hear perfectly. Thank You Father that I hear perfectly. Thank You Father that You have given me Your perfect ears to use. Thank you for healing me. Thank You that my ears are healed now."

I possess one character trait that others sometimes find annoying: I can be a pit bull of perseverance and determination when it comes to getting what I want. I wanted to be healed and to be able to hear again. So I typed these declarations on 3 x 5 index cards that I taped up everywhere — at home, bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, home office, and by my typewriter at work. I carried a set in my purse and used them on the bus rides to and from work.

Finally I didn't need the cards anymore, since having used the declarations often and daily, I'd more than memorized them; they'd become part of my awareness. I spoke them all the time, aloud and in my mind, especially while listening to someone whose lips I was reading. That's when I really stepped up the "thanking" declarations. I became more confident as the years wore on, and seemed to have less trouble comprehending what people were saying to me.

After about three years of incessantly chanting "Thank YOU," the wife of a coworker asked me to go to lunch, and to go for a free hearing test afterward. We did so. They tested her first, and I waited, feeling mild anxiety. This was the BIG test for me. I sat there and whispered my mantra of gratitude for healing until it was my turn.

I vividly remember walking down that hallway to the testing cubicle. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty; this was the moment of truth. The method had either worked or not, and I was about to find out.

I breathed deeply, constantly, while waiting for the technician who was to conduct the test to check his equipment. The test went quickly, and I felt no fear at all. When he was finished, he asked me to wait a moment and left the cubicle.

He returned with another man, and they asked me to go to a different cubicle to be retested because they thought something was wrong with the equipment in this room. I did so, and they conferred again, right there at the small table in the room.

Then they both looked at me, and my heart raced again. The second man said, "Congratulations! Your test results are most unusual. You not only hear perfectly within the normal range, but also hear above and below normal range!"

I thanked them very sincerely and left, not walking but floating in a cloud of joy. I spent the rest of the afternoon nearly in tears, I was so grateful. Hebrews 11:1 kept going through my head: "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."

I had hoped, prayed, declared and thanked God for three years, and the substance of my healing was evidenced in the results of that hearing test. Finally, I realized that the method worked because I had worked, and because I had worked, God worked, Divine Law worked and healing occurred. That was in 1974. I have used similar methods ever since, and they have worked every time. I know that God's desire for me is perfection.

As a final note, within three days after the hearing test I contacted the law firm handling the class action suit and had them remove my name. I no longer had a case or needed recompense. God had given me everything I needed. He still does. Top ↑