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Ojibwa tea is also known by a patent brand tea and by its advocate, so is often called Canadian nurse Rene Cassie's tea. A Breath Floats By is written based on the spiritual energy of the Ojibwe Midewiwin Grand Medicine Society which is where Cassie was able to know of the tea. The introduction of this tea was one of the moments in this novel writing when synchronicity surpassed creativity. Read my blog for the conception of this fictional story. NOTE: Each one must be responsible for their own investigation on what will work for them. Each must consult their professional healthcare provider. With that said; This novel could be a beacon for those in a commitment to investigate natural alternatives in health and dis-ease, especially using the long-known Ojibwa tea recipe. Though we can never presume or say that there is a cancer cure in tea, a cure for cancer in alternative health choices, or a true cure in allopathic medicine. Each person is given their own path to explore. Remember, this is simply a novel. In the story of the novel, the answer to save Sam’s life was sent and sent again, until the caretaker heard clearly. The tea had a life of its own, an energy that came to the seeker. A Breath Floats By is a story of three women and two men devoted to one another… even through death. Inspiration, spirit, wisdom. Miracles and sacrifice. Life itself. Excerpt taken from a section on the Ojibwa tea known by most in modern North America as a patented tea….
somewhere in chapter nine… “She was fifty-one," the young woman said. "What breaks my heart is, just a few months after she died, I was told by our babysitter how her grandfather had prostate and bone cancer. He was sixty-something. And he used a detoxifying tea made by the Ojibwe tribe. He lived, no chemo or surgery. His PSA went down in a few weeks-” A surge of tears smarted Lindsay’s eyes. She struggled for control. “Tell me more,” she said. She could hardly hear from the roar in her ears. The tea. The tea. The plant world. Order the tea. She had been told that from the very first grand opening for the shop. ‘Order the tea.’ ‘Order the tea.’ She needed to find the information for the tea……(minutes later...) She stood alone in the center of the room facing the wooden register counter. This could not be. Life was not like this. Not her life. Had she created hope into a definite answer? A needy prayer reaching some greater power who was practically answering her with a letter in the mailbox? Her dad once told her God always answers. God said, yes. Or no. Or not now. He doesn’t send a personal letter though. The telephone rang. She would hold that last thought and somehow reason this out. But she would get the tea, if she had to drive there, no question. “Mom,” Melanie said, “Uncle Daniel told me you were there.” “There you are,” she said to her pre-med student. “That lady I told you about, she stopped me at the university union hall again yesterday. She asked if you are going to call her. I’ve got her number now……. "This time, Mom, she told me that if you want to believe in miracles, you can, because she is a miracle. She had ovarian cancer and she used an herb drink from Bear Island. I think she said the Mides. That’s a high medicine council that created this tea.....” The hairs on Lindsay’s arms stuck straight out so she could watch them waving around in the air. Static electricity could be the only logical explanation. But there was no logic to this. She was experiencing a miracle, wasn’t she? Goodness, she was. Lindsay happily waved the number on paper like a surrender flag. “I’m ordering this today, Melanie,” she said loudly. “Don’t worry. I’m ordering this today.” “You okay, Mom?” Lindsay’s lower lip popped out with a will of its own. She pulled it straight in line. Her eyes squinted from smarting tears. She pinched her arm for control. Her chest spasmed, threatening a soppy sob. She slapped her face hard. “I’m fine,” she assured her daughter. “It’s just that this is good news.” “It is, isn’t it?” Melanie said. Lindsay knew she wanted supreme reassurance for her father’s recovery but Lindsay didn’t dare tell everything, not yet. They would think she lost her mind from all the pressure. “We will pray for a miracle,” Lindsay said. “I love you, my sweet Melanie.” When they hung up, Lindsay called the woman but her line was busy. She really just needed to order though. She could get information from Stella and Sybil. She called Maimee for their number. No answer. She decided Daniel might be able to find Maimee. Goodness. Deep breath. This would work out. Really, she just needed the website. She would ask Daniel to stay here while she searched for the Ojibwe tea website at home. Was it from Iowa? Montana? She reached for the phone just as Heather Laurel breezed in, vivid in periwinkle. “Good morning,” her friend called cheerily. “I have something for you, dear.” She held out a patriotic priority package, her turquoise gaze meeting Lindsay’s with a smile so real she could be a poster woman for happiness. Lindsay let Heather Laurel place the package on her palms. “There you go….. when I was here on Father’s Day I noticed the note taped on the counter-” “The note?” “I knew we lost Stella and Sybil’s tea bag somehow-” “You ordered?” “I took pity on you.” Heather Laurel laughed merrily. “Always so busy.” “You ordered the tea?” “Yes, I ordered the tea. Ojibwa Tea.” “You- you ordered the tea? This is the tea?” “That’s it. Look.” Lindsay wobbled behind the counter and sank onto the chair at the break table. “This is the tea?”
NOTE: This tea is meant to be prepared with ceremony and gratitude. If you are determined to rebalance your system and have been led to believe you can use the tea in ‘tea bags’ please think again. I cannot and will not give you advice, but you may email if you need links to licensed medical practitioners who know how to assist you. Still you must understand, there are many opinions on whether this tea will work for dis-ease of the body system, and you are responsible for your own path here. Be responsible. ALERT: Women—any tea with red clover should be researched for a protocol for your specifics. The original Ojibwa tea is made with organic, fresh herbs--red clover was not included. DISCLAIMER -- Ojibwa tea is not a drug and has not been approved by the FDA. It is not intended to diagnose, treat or cure any illness or disease. This and all the health information on this website and in the novel are for recreational use only. Legal information for this company. Keywords for Novel: fiction, women's fiction, book, dignity of death, dying, cancer tea, terminal illness, prostate cancer, ovarian cancer, natural for cancer, parasite tea, Cassie's tea, Renee Cassie tea, spiritual, inspirational, visionary, Ojibwa tea, Ojibwe, Midewiwin Grand Medicine Society, medicine carriers, Native American, tea of life, rebalancing tea, green tea
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The Twilight
