Who I Am With You (Imagination #10) - Staci Stallings Page 0,168

off-the-beaten track… for me.”

“Hm. Tell you what, why don’t you write down your email address, and I can send you some links online to read more about biofield medicine. It really is fascinating when you get into it.”

“That would be great.”

Poli Sci was done for the week. That was a blessing too great to believe. Greg took a break at two to grab a sandwich and some chips before going back to work. If he kept this up, all he would have by night fall was the paper for Cinema.

“Please welcome Dr. David Nguyen,” Taylor said of the last speaker of the day. “He will be speaking on The Healing Code. Welcome, Dr. Nguyen.”

The elderly gentleman bowed reverently, and Taylor nodded, unsure of the correct protocol. She slipped around the side to the back. This session had fewer attendees than most of the others. She wondered if everyone was as tired as she was. It wasn’t a physical tired, it was emotional and mental, like she’d been doing calculus all day with hormonal high schoolers. One thing was for sure, she was going to sleep hard tonight, and she almost laughed at that thought.

“In his book, The Healing Code, Dr. Alexander Loyd introduced the world to the concept of dissonance-canceling vibrational medicine. The idea came through a distressing time in Dr. Loyd’s life when his wife suffered from depression. What he found is quite similar to noise-canceling headphones. When you turn noise-canceling headphones on, what actually happens is a microphone is turned on that takes in the frequencies or vibrational sound waves around it and then hits them with an equal but exact opposite frequency. In effect it creates an exact flip of the sound wave so the peaks match the valleys, thus cancelling them out. This means that the frequencies cancel each other out, thus, producing a flat line ‘wave’ or roughly, no sound wave at all.

“When we do this with our internal vibrations, we might have a vibrational memory of say fear. It’s important to note that scientists have not found a place in the brain that stores memories. Rather, it appears that memories are stored in cells of the body, which then close if the memory stored there is negative or traumatic. The more traumatic a memory, determined by how much adrenaline was produced at the time the memory was created, the more closed the cells holding that memory will be. It is as if the cells are clamped down, protecting themselves from further trauma, but a closed cell cannot receive nourishment and oxygen. It also cannot get rid of waste.

“Dr. Loyd’s healing code reprograms the cells to open by hitting the trauma frequency with the most powerful vibrational frequency known to man—the frequency of love. I have personally used the healing code in my personal life and in my professional counseling practice for many years, and over and over, I have seen it work where nothing else has. I have seen physical ailments as well as psychological and emotional issues resolve to the point that they could be considered having been canceled. And it takes just a few minutes a day. It is noninvasive, and other than reading the book, it costs nothing. The book, if you are interested, is called The Healing Code.”

In the back, Taylor wrote that down. She was never going to have time to study any of her actual college work at this point.

At five-thirty, Greg texted the guys to survey who would be home and who wouldn’t. Apparently, everyone else had plans. He considered texting Taylor, but he didn’t want to bother her. Besides, how hard could it be to have enough for her if she was interested?

In the good news department, he had everything else done. All he had to do was watch The Matrix, write a three-page paper, and then start on whatever new stuff hit on Monday. He hated the school treadmill. In all his years of doing it, it never really got any better.

He had just turned the chicken in the pan when he heard the door.

“I’m home,” she said to the house in general.

“I’m in here,” he called back.

Looking like she’d just stepped off the cover of Office Beautiful, Taylor came around the corner. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and her stylish black slacks were complimented with a bluish-green top that looked like the ocean.

“Oh, tell me you made enough for me,” she said, sounding positively famished.

Greg laughed, dipped the spoon in the