Author: Truth About Serge Benhayon

An initiative by Universal Medicine Students

David Millikan: Digest This! ­(Part 2)

by Nina Stabey, BcHSci, Goonellabah, Australia

David Millikan has decided in his own head that Universal Medicine is a cult. I beg to differ…

In his own words Millikan says, “Cults have one thing in common… You have got to hold before a person some glittering prize, some hope of salvation or some hope of healing, some tangible hope such that they are prepared to make quite extraordinary sacrifices in terms of their own well-being.” (Conversations with Richard Fidler, ABC, 29 November 2006.) Continue reading “David Millikan: Digest This! ­(Part 2)” →

“Can I Have That Guy’s (Serge Benhayon’s) Phone Number ?”

It was late 1999. My life had undergone major changes in the previous two years. My husband had died. Following his death, I had sold the business that we had started and run together for a decade. The business had been on the main street of town, making us very much a part of a small community. I just had to get up and go to work, and the world came through my front door. It was a wonderful segment in my life. And it was over. I was feeling displaced. I was menopausal. I was depressed. But I figured I had good reason to be so I wasn’t looking to fix it. I was just dragging myself around.

My daughter told me that she thought I should go see this guy who had come into her workplace. I don’t follow everyone’s suggestions, I assure you, but I do most often follow my daughter’s. And so I went. I arrived at his home sceptical, determined to keep my secrets close to my vest so as not to give this guy anything to work with – (he wouldn’t pull one over on me), and I was more than slightly irritated that I had to go through the motions of acting like I wanted to be “fixed” when I really didn’t care if I was or not. Continue reading ““Can I Have That Guy’s (Serge Benhayon’s) Phone Number ?”” →

Listening to my Exhausted Body

by Carmel Reid, BEng DMS CertEd MCMI, Somerset, UK

When I was a teenager I used to cycle to school; it was a pleasant journey of around three miles through some beautiful countryside on the edge of suburbia in Surrey.

One day as I was going along, I suddenly realised I had no idea how I had cycled the last mile or so. It scared me – I’d obviously been thinking about something else and I resolved there and then never to drive a car – I mean, just how dangerous could that be if I did the same thing?

Well, of course I learned to drive, and guess what? I do it time and time again. Sometimes I find myself thinking about work, or some major issue in my life. Continue reading “Listening to my Exhausted Body” →

It is as Simple as Loving Myself First

As I was growing up I could see and hear the many reasons why adults got into relationships; namely so they could prove to everyone they were worthwhile, and simply because another (their partner) made them happy, looked after them, supported them, completed them, fulfilled them… the list went on.

As a teenager I found it even crazier that when my friends would like a boy, they would work out how to make the boy like them. There were even articles in Dolly (a magazine for young girls) with titles like, ‘How to make that boy fall madly in love with you’ and ‘A love potion that will change his mind’. These seemed totally ridiculous to me: all I could think was “why would you want to be with someone who didn’t want to be with you?”  Continue reading “It is as Simple as Loving Myself First” →

If It’s Not Love, I’m Not Coming

by Kim Olsen, Warwick, Queensland

For many years, I grappled with an awareness/feeling that this world is full of paradoxes. Many so-called truths are based on part-truths, which is why we get hooked in when in fact the reality is, these ‘truths’ are in fact not true. Whilst I felt this deep inside, I was confused and troubled. It took the words of Serge Benhayon for me to accept and trust these feelings as the truth. By him affirming in his teachings what I had already felt, I gradually re-learned to listen to my feelings. Continue reading “If It’s Not Love, I’m Not Coming” →

From Abuse to Responsibility

by Michael Dixon, Lismore, Australia

When I was 15, a friend of mine offered me a cigarette. I tried smoking it, coughed a lot, got about half way through it, then threw the rest away, spending the rest of the day trying to get the horrible taste out of my mouth. At that age, smoking was cool; all my friends seemed to be doing it, even cigars on special occasions. I wanted to feel like I belonged to the club, so to speak, and by the age of 16 I was hooked. Continue reading “From Abuse to Responsibility” →