Linda
Mihalic
In 1963 and 1964, while I was a junior
and senior in high school in a small Midwestern town, I along with
several of
my classmates, suffered recurring bouts of strep throat. (Later I
hypothesized that the school cafeteria dishwater wasn’t hot
enough to kill the streptococcus bacteria, so we were reinfected
repeatedly.)
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
about the third 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 hear-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, Dr. 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 classes, 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 may 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 like a mantra, 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. I 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 as though I were floating through it, with 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.
Not only do you hear perfectly within the normal range, you 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. The method worked because I worked, and because I 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 beyond doubt that God’s desire for me is perfection.
As a last note, within three days 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.
