Walking the path alone…

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Muscle masséter. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As I’ve previously mentioned, one of the things I appreciate about appointments with Hanna is her intuitive ability.  She receives information and images while she’s working, and because she knows I love that feedback, she tells me what she’s receiving.

Last Friday she picked up some information about how long and hard I’d worked to get to this place and that I wouldn’t have been able to do it had I had children.  I’ve known that for a long time but felt it on a deeper level when she said it.  And then instantly had the thought that it wouldn’t have happened had I been married either.

“I had to be alone to do this,” I said, and knew it was true on a profound level.

I’m not saying this would be true for everyone.  I’m sure there are plenty of wives and mothers who’ve made huge strides along a spiritual path and I’ve known some.  But I know my nature well enough to know that if a husband and/or children had been in the picture I would not have dug as deep, been as single-minded nor accomplished anything like as much.  More likely I would not have moved at all.

I’ve been running this moment of truth through my head periodically ever since, trying to take in the import.  Hanna mentioned thousands of family members now and in the future are, on some level, thanking me for what I’ve freed for my whole line.  On one hand I’m so happy to think the work I’ve done has helped others.  On the other I see-sawed a bit over how I feel about not having the husband and children I’d have loved to have.

At the age and stage when I’d have been having babies, I know I’d have turned out some more beings who were twisted up by both me and the ancestral baggage, so for a long time I’ve been kind of glad I never messed up some more kids.  And yet I’m occasionally a little sad nonetheless about not having any.

Although it’s been a lonely path in some ways, I’m pretty good at being alone; a friend once commented she didn’t think she knew anyone who could be as comfortable alone.  At this stage, I see this path of healing the ancestral lineages as a big part of the reason I’m here and I accept that being alone to do it was just part of the deal.

Right now I’m in the process of setting up the joint healing session to clear the last piece in my head.  I have no illusions about being issue-free at that point but the stuff going on in my head has been tough to take.  I’ve also been aware of it as the remaining piece that has most hung up my life from moving forward so for me this is an ending point.

At least the end of this particular piece of my long healing journey and pretty much–mostly– the end of the physical healing related to muscles.  Unlike spiritual growth, which I see as infinite, I do see muscles as finite and thus healing them as a process with an ending.  Not that muscles aren’t always impacted by daily life and constantly changing, but the tools I now regularly use to keep them healthy and aligned should help me maintain and/or restore balance as needed.

It didn’t take much time pondering to move from looking back to turning to the future, wondering what the new life unfolding will look like, optimistic it will be good and content to let it reveal itself in its own time…  And in the meantime there is the NOW when I am (1) happily feeling proud of what I’ve accomplished and the courage and tenacity it has taken to do it and (2) feeling the current measure of relief in what has opened and enjoying the increasing freedom in my head.

Healing Update — Wow!

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DNA: tmonomers being put together. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay, it’s supposed to be J2P Monday.  But I had another amazing appointment with Hanna on Friday and, even though I managed to sidetrack and finish writing yesterday’s post, I’m too excited to think up a J2P topic instead of writing about this.

Short version of last visit with Hanna:  she felt someone from Roman times trying to help me remember a past life experience in Rome that was still holding on in my head.  She recommended using Rose and Frankincense oils and a selenite pendant while meditating on this.

I got the recommended items and, while wearing all three, meditated.  Found myself a male healer/seer in Roman days, betrayed by a friend (the guide who’s now helping) and killed yet again by a head injury. 😦

There’s been quite a lot of unwinding since then and when it slowed down I booked another appointment with Hanna.  She picked up on yet another lifetime involving torture and my eyes and was able to clear it.  By the end she said it felt like almost everything left was just residual except one piece that’s embedded in my DNA.

She also picked up on the ancestor witch about whom I’ve written many times (for instance, here)and then that, given my many past life issues with being a seer who was tortured, killed or betrayed because of it, this ancestral lineage was the perfect one for me to enter because it tracked with the past life issues about being a seer.  And put the issue deep in my DNA.

She’s recently started doing joint sessions with a fellow healer who, among things, uses a technique for clearing DNA.  She thought one session should be able to clear that one last piece.  Otherwise it’s just however long it takes for these residual knots to finish unwinding!  In other words, not just wishing and hoping it’s almost done.  IT’S ALMOST DONE!  🙂

In the meantime, in the aftermath of the appointment, insane unwinding going on here…

From Regimentation to Instinct…

My dad, whose childhood was pretty chaotic, loved the Marines.  He really took to all that discipline and order and has lived with adherence to order and performance of daily tasks like exercise ever since.

I don’t think it’s my natural inclination, but after a childhood of being adjured by him to live with equal discipline, I became pretty good at making myself do stuff every day if I “should” or it would be “good for me”, etc.  As a result, until recent years I’ve more or less kept up with one from of exercise plan or another since I was about 15.“

I’d think of it as something I just learned from him but when I look around in U.S. society, I see a lot of importuning everyone to eat certain things daily or exercise daily or meditate daily.  Often there’s an implication that you’re failing somehow if you don’t do it every day… regardless of how you feel or what your instincts may be telling you to do differently.

Discipline has been slowly falling apart for me over the many years of struggling with chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia.  Even though I was in far worse shape in the early stages, I was also young enough that I managed to push through trying to keep up with some of those “must do” activities.  When I lived in Marin, for instance, I joined a gym and pretty consistently went every other day, doing yoga on the days in between.

In this last few years of struggling with the muscle issues in my head, I seemed to lose the ability to push on through.  I finally just hit the place where I couldn’t cope with the health issues and still keep up a disciplined schedule.  And for a long time that kept feeling like failing.

Recently,, though, I’ve been trying a different path (see here for more) that includes trying new things and not committing to a schedule.  Initially I avoided creating a regimented program because the issues with my head are still leaving me with lots of sleepless nights and too many headache-filled days and I just didn’t want to add pressure.

I’m noticing some things as I move along this path of flowing from one day to the next and tuning in to see what feels like the next thing to do.  I’m exercising more than I had been but I’m not following a plan, as I usually do.  I might do my favorite yoga series one day and a kundalini yoga dvd the next, followed by a day of the 8 Key Breaths and Chi Gung, and then a day with my spine series and a bunch of my triggers of release work.

I go with what feels good or what I’m drawn to do.  Sometimes it’s just a few minutes of something, sometimes I might spend 45 minutes on riding the exercise bike followed by a yoga set.  I feel much less like I’m dragging myself to it and much more enjoyment by doing what feels good.  And I’m slowly getting back some of the ground I’d lost, getting stronger again, getting into better balance and energy flow, etc.

Same thing with food.  Some days I’m pretty pristine, sometimes I’m drawn to foods my more health-minded friends would frown upon but that feel right to me.  I’ve tuned in with guidance more often and been surprised at some of the foods I’ve been pointed toward, always with an explanation of something needed from it that I didn’t have to understand…  Whatever I do or eat each day, I do more readily by choosing to do it instead of “having” to.

I’ve been feeling better and stronger since I’ve been just floating around among different choices on different days.  I also feel so much less pressure by letting go of needing to have some kind of daily routine, followed strictly.  The floating includes having some days I just don’t feel up to the exercise and I don’t do it.

I’m asking myself a lot of questions about the need for regimented daily plans.  I’m not saying there aren’t times when you need to, say, take a medicine every day or make a strict dietary change for health reasons or do certain exercises for a while.  But I wonder if regimentation over all is as good for us as so many pundits would have us believe.

I’m not sure this experiment would have been as successful earlier in my life, when I don’t think I tuned in as well–or as often–to what felt right for me right then.  But at this stage, following my intuition about daily tasks like eating and exercise feels so much more relaxed and healing than setting up some “must do” list–usually something put together by my mind instead of my intuition — and berating myself to stick to it, or feeling bad if I didn’t.

While I’ve been pretty good at setting up a practice schedule and sticking to it more or less, I secretly buck against it, so there’s a big measure of relief in this new way.  And I find I much more readily do things when I flow toward them than when I force myself with dragging heels.

Have I ever had times when I felt better after making myself exercise or eat the healthy choice or meditate?  Yes.  Have I also sometimes felt worse for making myself do it when I didn’t feel up to it or eat it when I really didn’t want it or meditate when I knew I couldn’t focus?  Absolutely.  So I check in with myself to see whether I’m just resisting or whether I’m not doing something because it really doesn’t feel right.

Because I know a lot of spiritual practices and types of exercise, I really can’t do all of them.  My belief in the need for regimentation has often led me to mentally run through pros and cons and decide which ones to do every day.  And then I keep doing those no matter what.  This new floating thing is allowing me to tap into the repertoire and bring out whatever feels best at the moment.

This is so much more fun than a strict daily practice schedule.  And, as I mentioned, I’ve really been feeling good.  Muscles that had lost some of their strength are stronger and other that lost some stretch are stretching farther.  I have more energy and it’s balanced.  My body and spirit seem to flourish with variety.  And I’m happier.

As I continue to play with this new path I’ll let you know how it goes…

Five Years!

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July 4  fireworks, San Diego. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Got the notice yesterday from WordPress informing me I’ve been blogging for FIVE years!  Somehow I’m always mentally subtracting a year or two so each time the number of the anniversary comes as a surprise.

I’ve been connected to some of you for nearly that whole time.  And many of you for a large portion of it.  And I’ve so treasured these friendships and the wisdom you share in your posts and in your comments on mine.

Thanks so much everybody!

J2P Monday: Healing Religious Rifts

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White peace dove (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ra, over at Rarasaur, has decided to restart the Bloggers 4 Peace, issuing a challenge each month that invites us to write a post about some topic relating to peace.  This month she’s suggested that we write about healing.  Since I’ve been writing about the healing prayer of ho’oponopono and applying it to multiple situations relating to both inner and outer peace, it seemed the perfect occasion to return to my theme.

I’ve had this post in mind for a while but hesitated because it may be controversial.  However, I want to work on healing this issue in me and it always helps me focus when I write these posts, so here goes…

I live in a state where the primary political and religious views are not in sync with mine.  While most of my friends here are of the same mind as me, at election times I particularly am confronted with the views that prevail here.  It’s always a good moment to face a deep-seated place in me where peace does not dwell.

I watch the campaign ads in outrage.  And this time I watched our now-governor proclaim his Christianity all over the place.  And then I watched him proclaim he would not allow any Middle Eastern refugees into the state … before he was even sworn in.  And my fury erupted all over the place:

  • Do “those people” ever read the part of the Bible Jesus is actually in?
  • How can you possibly read Jesus’ teachings and then in His name condemn fellow humans?
  • Do “those people” not recall when Jesus said,

And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’  Matthew 25:40

My interpretation of that quote is Jesus believed all of humanity were/are His brothers and sisters.  So if you turn your back on a human in need, you turn your back on Christ.

Though in the west we like to depict Christ as a pale white guy, He was born in the Middle East and probably had brown skin and He was a Jew.  So you can be pretty sure he wasn’t saying, “Don’t turn your back on my white Christian brothers but it’s okay to turn your back on everybody else…”  Do “those people” realize that in His time there was no such thing as Christianity?

Of course, as soon as I’m talking about “those people” I’m creating an us and a them and thereby contributing to divisiveness and hatred and the forces that keep the world in violence and chaos.  I can’t heal the problem for the world, but I can explore and heal the problem in me.

When I look at “those people”, I see:

  • frightened people who interpret religious beliefs from their place of fear
  • selfish people who would save themselves first and everyone else be damned
  • people who are hateful and mean-spirited
  • people full of issues they don’t want to face, preferring to blame others for all problems instead of taking responsibility
  • people who don’t pay attention to or understand the teachings of the One they claim to love

What I see in them is always a reflection of something in me.  What is in me I can heal.  And you know I believe that a world in which enough people are healing themselves is a world on the way to peace.  So,

  • For every way in which I allow fear to guide my thoughts and actions, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you
  • For all selfish thoughts and deeds I commit, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you
  • For all ways in which I am hateful, mean, unkind or lacking compassion toward others, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you
  • For every issue I bury in my unconscious instead of facing it, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you
  • For blaming others instead of myself about anything, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you
  • For misinterpreting or misunderstanding spiritual concepts but believing I’m right, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you
  • For seeing the world as having an “us” and a “them” in which I separate “those people” as other, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you
  • For holding fury, anger and hatred in my being, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you
  • For judging others about anything ever, I’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, I love you

May the world be filled with lovingkindness

May it be well

May it be peaceful and at ease

May it be happy

More on vision a la Dr. Harry Sirota

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Eyemuscles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When I write about Dr. Sirota and his revolutionary thinking about vision, I usually get some comments and private messages expressing interest, so after mentioning him in my last post I thought I’d update my long-ago piece about him.

Dr. Sirota believed that the 20/20 standard to which optometry and ophthalmology conform is an over-correction and causes tight muscles around the eyes to tighten further, which leads to deterioration of vision.  He also developed incredible insight into the psychological factors behind vision issues and the many ways in which vision impairment influences everything about your body and your emotional state.

The first visit with him lasted between three and four hours and every visit lasted at least two. He evaluated me and my movements and my life and what affected my vision to a depth I couldn’t have imagined. Dr. Sirota believed that near-sightedness begins with emotional trauma. The muscles behind the eyes tighten around the emotion and the pull on the eyes changes the shape of the cornea.

But there’s so much more to his work. By the time I got to Dr. Harry he’d been working so long on his ideas and knowledge about the relationship between vision and emotions and physical being that it was like visiting a psychic/shrink/ eye doctor.

He’d noted a deep relationship between what’s going on in the eyes and how the body moves.  As he worked on the prescription he’d put some lenses in the test glasses and have me walk forwards and backwards. “Mm, you’re throwing your left foot out to the side.” He’d change a lens and suddenly my foot straightened.  Or he’d try out a prescription and have me walk around, comment that I held one shoulder higher than the other and he’d shift the prescription and my shoulders would level out.

He’d have me walk backward toward a hanger and reach out a hand to touch the center. “You’re not really seeing where the center is….” Change lens, try again, change lens and suddenly I could walk backwards and touch the hanger in the center. By the time he decided on a final prescription my whole body would be moving differently and I’d feel more calm. Your eyes relate to so much in your body and so much about how you feel in your skin it’s amazing.

His prescriptions were very complex and quite expensive, but oh boy, the relaxation and comfort of wearing a pair of his glasses!

As I mentioned in the previous post, one key to his method was prescriptions that were reduced quite a bit from the 20/20 required by most optometrists. The strong prescription that is the norm creates tension so the muscles behind your eyes tighten more and the near-sightedness actually grows worse over time. It also causes your whole body to be more tense. When I put on my first pair of glasses from him the sense of relief was immense.

His work on this began when he entered the clinical phase of his training and kept noting that most people complained about discomfort every time they got a new prescription.  Most eye doctors will tell you you’ll adjust and aren’t concerned about the discomfort.  And most people do just get used to being uncomfortable.  It isn’t that it’s gone or corrected, you just become numb to it.  Dr. Sirota didn’t feel it was right for people to feel so unhappy with new prescriptions.

He couldn’t get the optometry community to listen to him but psychologists took an interest and he was invited all over the world to speak about his work. When he worked with a prison all kinds of behavior issues were resolved after inmates received his care for their eyes. The last I knew he had never found anyone in the vision care world who wanted to be trained in his work but he lived and continued working for many years after I moved, so I don’t know whether someone stepped up to the plate.

For me CranioSacral therapy and emotional release work have been key to getting the muscles to relax and my vision has improved immensely as a result so even though you can’t see him, you can address the issue of tight muscles around your eyes and bring your eyesight back.

If you or someone you know is near-sighted I highly recommend that you read the two articles below. Sadly Dr. Sirota died a few years ago so you can’t work with him but there a few people who are incorporating his work in other healing modalities.

This article has a really good interview with him, discussing his work:

There’s also an excellent article in the Chicago Tribune:

And one place has actually incorporated his work into something they call Sirota Repatterning

The miracle of the glasses

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Boy has time gotten away from me!  A combo of car shopping, car selling, crazy muscles, lack of sleep…  Even got hit from behind on the way home from a car dealership…  fender bender.

Anyway, the miracle arrives in the cleaning out my car portion of the story, but there’s a story before that…

Long ago I wrote about the late, amazing Dr. Sirota, an eye doctor whose revolutionary theories changed the lives — and vision — of multitudes of patients.  He felt nearsightedness is caused by emotional trauma that leads to tightening the muscles around your eyes.

He also felt most modern eye doctors over prescribe; we aren’t designed to have 20/20 vision and glasses that are too strong cause the muscles to tighten more.  So he actually reduced the prescriptions he gave his patients.  Unsettling at first, I wore the first pair of glasses and viewed a blurry world.  I got up on the el and looked across at the other platform, noting I could no longer read the name of the station on the sign over there.

Over some days my eyes relaxed more, I went off on a vacation and then came back, went up to the el platform and read the sign across the way quite clearly.  The muscles had relaxed that much in something like 10 days!  Soon, I could start feeling the tension returning and my eyes aching as my eyes improved and the glasses became too strong.

We went through a number of pairs of increasingly weaker glasses until we hit the place where he said he couldn’t give me something weaker.  From this point, I’d have to let go of the issues hanging on to the muscles.

Many years of searching, releasing, etc. ensued–for many reasons, not just the pursuit of better vision 🙂 .  A different vision therapist (I’d moved across the country) set me on another path.  But I always hung onto the last pair of glasses Dr. Sirota prescribed for me.

Fast forward to when the unwinding muscles started.  Before long I couldn’t wear the special contacts prescribed by my second vision therapist and the super strong glasses he gave me made my head ache.  I pulled out Dr. Sirota’s glasses.  Since I’m nearsighted and I spend most of my life doing close-up work, I don’t really need glasses most of the time.  So I used those glasses to drive.

My vision with the glasses was still rather blurry though better than when I first got them.  And as the muscles kept unwinding I could see a little better with them.  Until the day–probably five or six years ago– I left them on the console around the gear shift on my car and someone borrowed the car.

The next time I got in, no glasses.  I searched the whole car, felt under the seats multiple times.  No glasses.  Over the years, even though I figured they’d gotten knocked out of the car, every time something dropped under one of the seats I got in front and back and felt around, hoping the glasses would show up.  No glasses.

Yesterday, as I began picking stuff up from the floor of the back seat, I thought about the glasses and silently prayed they’d show up.  I moved the mat around some and felt around.  No glasses.  I moved to the front on the same side, picked up a few things and looked down at the floor just under the seat.  THE GLASSES!  Sitting right there in plain sight.

So somehow those glasses flew off the console and became wedged under the mat so thoroughly that after years of periodically tapping around under the seats they couldn’t be felt or seen.  Or poltergeists took them.  That’s my theory.  And now just as I’m about to pass my beloved Jetta along to another owner, I have Dr. Sirota’s glasses again.

For this last spell of unwinding, while I still need some amount of prescription, I can quit driving with the over prescribed glasses giving me a headache and wear the reduced prescription pair from lovely Dr. Sirota. I thought it was a wonderful miracle.

J2P Monday: Facing the grief

English: Comfort in Grief

Grief (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The project that began a couple of weeks ago with listening to some playlists and deciding to create my own keeps moving along for me as I follow threads and see where they take me — both musically and internally.  I like the playlist I created but it really reflects some threads I was following about a particular type of music I remembered from the 70’s, not musical favorites.

The list, which did contain a few “loves”– reminded me of my love of music which led me to realize I don’t listen to music as much as I did and, when I do, I never listen to those old favorites.  The change in type — to mostly the kind of stuff I would play for a yoga class — will be the subject of another post.

The noticing led me to switch from my original intent of listening to other people’s playlists — thus being introduced to new music — to choosing some of my own playlists of older music.  Some of these lists I created and never listened to them.  Or listened once when I first made it and then never again.  Listening every day has kept a lot of memories swirling from those years from 1970 to 1977 or so.

Last night I put on a list titled just “Oldies” to listen for a while as I read in bed.  This list was full of favorite artists and music I loved but I don’t think I ever listened after compiling it.  The list took me back to images again of friends at Northwestern, Amazingrace coffeehouse, antiwar protests, etc.  A time I’ve always treasured.  The first time I felt a sense of belonging.  Giddy, heady times when we shared a conviction that we could change the world.  Excitement, emotion, drama; I ate it all up.

Suddenly I began weeping.  And I couldn’t stop.  At first I thought it was just one of those nostalgic cries — you know, when you just feel sad about what used to be that is no more… But I couldn’t stop.  And finally I realized that I hadn’t want to leave or for those days to be over.  But I come from a family of stalwarts and stoics, so, in our way, I sucked it up and moved on.  But I didn’t grieve.

Finally the grieving.  And as I grieved for that long ago time I thought about the girl I was and her dreams.  And I realized that on this journey I’ve become somebody far removed from her.  If she’d been told about the life she’d wind up leading and how it would go compared to her dreams, I think she’d have contemplated suicide.  And I grieved for that me who is no more.  And then grieved for those who’ve died for whom I didn’t grieve.  I cried and cried.  And then I felt as if a big weight had been lifted from my chest and shoulders.

I know I’m about to step into a new phase.  Don’t know what it will be, not sure exactly who I am other than who I’m not any more, given the many aspects I’ve released.  And I grieved for the person who used to know.  But felt hope and a willingness to let the unfolding occur without knowing.  And when I finished I felt God’s presence and hand for the first time in all of it.  In spite of all the faith with which I’ve kept going, on some levels I’ve never really believed or felt that presence before.

I’m not sure that the grieving is complete.  But I grieved as much as I could last night.  Sometimes another layer needs a little time before rising to the surface.  But for now, I feel so much better.

And I thought about grieving and how we’ve become a country that by and large avoids it.  That suck-it-up-and-carry-on attitude is, I think, an American norm (other countries chime in about being the same or different).  And in recent years it’s developed a new twist: don’t just suck it up or numb it yourself, medicate it away.

Some years ago I worked in a doctor’s office for a while.  Though answering phones wasn’t part of the job, I wound up trained in some basics for answering the phones during busy times.  One day I answered to a new widower who felt really sad because his wife just died and he wanted a prescription for something to make it stop.

A while later in the kitchen, I encountered the Indian doctor from the group and mentioned how odd I felt about that call.  She shook her head in disgust and commented how everyone wants to take a pill these days to keep from feeling anything.  “In India,” she asserted, “we think when someone you love dies you’re SUPPOSED to feel sad.”  Well said.

All of this has me wondering how many people are carrying around the great weight of grieving not done?

Note:  I couldn’t decide whether this fits as a J2PMonday post or not.  But I finally decided that the weight of tears not shed is just as profound an interference with inner peace as any other …

Some ins and outs of muscles

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I said a while back that I’d be posting about the long process of healing, and finally I’ve gotten to post #1.

Over the many years of struggling with issues in my muscles I’ve found far more help from alternative health practitioners than from western medicine.  In fact, my experience is that — with the possible exception of sports medicine specialists (no personal encounters there) — doctors trained in western medicine tend to know almost nothing about muscles.

If you’re in an accident of any type, from car accident to a fall in your living room to cracking your head on the corner of a cupboard, etc., your muscles are affected.  You tighten up in the area(s) of impact.  If the pain goes on for a few days you hold that tight pattern.  By the time the pain goes you’re automatically holding that pattern.

Once the pattern is in one area, it starts tugging at muscles nearby, pulling them into tight, off-kilter patterns,  which in turn pull at another.  Over the course of a few years you may have uncomfortably tight patterns all over your body and you may be feeling the most pain in some area(s) other than ground zero, where it all began.

The average doctor, after checking for broken bones and things that need to be stitched, does NOTHING about muscles.  They behave as if the muscles experience no impact and will have no ongoing affect on your health and comfort.

Even with things like sprains, where they at least take an x-ray or two, you should know they don’t routinely x-ray all angles so many things are overlooked.

For instance:

  1. when I was in a car accident some years ago I smashed my ankle.  The ER took pictures from two angles and my doctor saw no need to follow up with anything more.  Ongoing troubles with balance and falling over the years led to discovering one of the ligaments was torn away in that accident, not noted in the two x-rays they took at the time, and short of a surgery that would be elective, there was nothing that could be done to fix it.  Some research revealed that it’s routine to x-ray only one or two angles at the ER or general practitioner level; if you have a problem that can’t be seen from those angles, too bad for you…
  2. When I fell on the ice while racing to the el in Chicago and landed on my hand/wrist, I wound up at the ER to make sure nothing was broken.  They took x-rays from one angle, said it was fine and sent me on my way.  I had ongoing issues for years and found out later a specialist would have taken shots from more angles, probably finding out what really had been injured..  Using the hand portion of my exercises (see below) has largely ended the problem.
  3. Some years later I twisted my other ankle.  I went to the HMO and was told I just had a sprain.  One x-ray.  Six weeks later my ankle was more swollen and black and blue than it had been to begin with.  When I went back the doctor yelled at me for bothering him with something trivial, saying it looked fine.  My acupuncturist/naprapath was upset because she could see by looking something was wrong. She sent me to a podiatrist (which insurance didn’t cover) who took x-rays from several angles and found the torn ligament the HMO doc missed.  Because I’d walked around on it for so long, it took three months in a cast to heal it.

I’ve heard similar stories from others — even when western medicine bothers to take a look, they don’t bother to look at enough angles to know what’s actually going on.  If you can insist on getting sent to a specialist, you may be given a more thorough examination.  They won’t, however, help you deal with the ongoing muscle issues that arise because of the injury. Any time you sprain or twist something, you might want to consider pushing for a specialist and find out if your insurance will cover some therapeutic massage to help keep patterns from settling in.

When I first started struggling with all this, western medicine thought fibromyalgia didn’t exist.  If you had fatigue or muscle issues they directed you to a shrink.  Now that they acknowledge fibromyalgia, they give drugs that mask symptoms but do nothing to deal with the underlying problem.

The long slow process of getting my muscles to the most-of-the-way good condition they’re in has evolved through myofascial massage, chiropractic, acupuncture, St. John’s neuromuscular therapy, Craniosacral, Bodypatterning and more.  I practiced yoga and sporadically used Robert Masters’ Psychophysical method (off-shoot of Feldenkrais) until I developed sets of exercises combining movements from the Psychophysical series with yoga that have helped immensely (and have cleared years-long patterns for some of my students).

Not one iota of getting better has had anything to do with a single western doctor.  Some of the intertwining patterns would not have been there had it not been for the ignorance of doctors about not only how to heal muscles but even the fact that they need to be healed.  If you’ve hurt your muscles or have ongoing tight patterns, you have to advocate for yourself or you’ll not find help.

Trust me when I tell you I KNOW it’s expensive to get alternative therapies but for your long-term health — which is so much more affected by muscles than you probably realize — I highly recommend that you figure out a way.  I’ve often been able to trade for appointments and I know lots of practitioners who will trade for massage or classes or home cooked meals or art work….  The Universe will help you find a way if you truly want to be healed.

More awakening unfolds

Illustration of head and neck muscles

Illustration of head and neck muscles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Barbara Franken issued a new challenge for February, two years after inviting us to write about our awakening experiences and creating an e-book from the posts (see mine here), she now asks us to update.

During the two years since the original posts about awakening, I became especially immersed in a path of discovery about my ancestors and their role in creating patterns in me.  Genealogy research helped me note patterns which I realized stretch far back into my family’s history.

At the same time I was struggling with a lot of muscles in my head that have been unwinding tediously slowly.  Although I’d released everything I could find in my life, the patterns seemed stuck.  When I realized I could see some of the patterns in the faces of relatives both in person and in old pictures, it became clear to me these patterns run deep in cellular memory.

I’d already been working some on clearing ancestral patterns but I felt it needed something more.  I booked a few Craniosacral appointments for some relief from the physical issues and, in that wonderful way the Universal has of bringing you what you need, Robyn, the therapist, referred me to Osunnike, an amazing healer.

So much was cleared that afternoon that the healing kept evolving for months.  But still didn’t finish off healing the muscles in my head.  Recently I went back to Bodypatterning, where Hanna tapped into a past life issue still hanging on.  I’ve taken her suggestions for working with that and am about to book another appointment.

The end of this piece of the journey feels close but it isn’t over.  And that’s part of the point.  Spiritual awakening is often long and slow.  While there seem to be people who suddenly become positive and have everything change, for many of us a commitment to awakening means also saying yes to a long dark night of the soul.  The journey may last for many years with results that are by and large only internal and during which you encounter unhappy memories, painful truths and slog through stuck places that seem unending.

Ancestral issues may have been anchored into your cellular memory hundreds of years ago.  Those patterns can include the way you hold muscles as well as emotional issues, world views, etc.  Past life issues covering thousands of years can be at play in your body, your emotions, your thoughts…

Over years of clearing and releasing, I’ve noticed that with every step forward I feel all my practices differently.  Whether it’s positive thinking or an energy practice like the Eight Key Breaths or a meditation, etc., the more my body opens, the more I can feel how the energy of each practice moves through.  The more I release, the more impact I can feel from any of these pursuits.  Step by step, slowly awakening.

I know I’m doing a bit of clubbing over the head with this, having brought it up in a recent post, but so many people are being told by New Age pundits these days that this journey is easy and quick and I want to tell the other story: many people have a long journey into the shadows.  Those 40 days in the wilderness can go on for years.  It all leads to expanding consciousness and becoming more awake.  But it isn’t always the easy flip of a switch that many would have you believe.

My changes at this point are largely internal although they include behavior changes I imagine others can see–so in that sense external.  But the internal change is phenomenal.  Though part of me yearns to see more change in my external world, I treasure the many ways in which I have changed on this journey.  I’ve even learned to enjoy the triumph when I get to the root of an issue or feel the freedom when some long-held belief or patterns is released.  For me the triumph is worth the sometimes-painful process of getting there.

I’ve known and encountered so many people over the years who’ve quit traveling the path of awakening in disgust because they didn’t get the results they expected or didn’t get them fast enough.  Stepping off that cliff onto the road to awakening sometimes leads to outcomes you never saw coming that are nonetheless wonderful, or winding down dark trails through painful memories.  The joy is in the journey, both the ups and downs and in allowing it sometimes to lead you to places you didn’t expect.

Tomorrow’s post will be https://fredapetticoatsadventuresofwakingup.wordpress.com.  To see more of the posts for this challenge:

February Challenge

1st Barbara – http://memymagnificentself.com
2nd Michael – http://embracingforever.com
4th Ka – http://fiestaestrellas.com
5th Julianne – http://peacockseyes.com/blog/
8th Edith – http://edithboyertelmer.wordpress.com
9th Gaelen – https://seeingthewhisper.wordpress.com
10th KL – https://amusingspirit.wordpress.com
11th Barbara – https://discoveriesofgrace.wordpress.com
12th Karen – https://karinfinger.wordpress.com
13th Margo – https://lifeasimprov.wordpress.com
14th Brian – https://middlepane.com
15th Leigh – https://bluegrassnotes.wordpress.com
16th Freda – https://fredapetticoatsadventuresofwakingup.wordpress.com
17th Carina –
18th Kimberley – http://kimberlyharding.wordpress.com & Alia – https://newearthparadigm.wordpress.com
19th
20th Mick – https://meticulousmick.wordpress.com
21st Jill – https://vidanaturalskincare.com/blog/
22nd Leya – http://alohaleya.wordpress.com
23rd Sue – http://suedreamwalker.wordpress.com
24th Linda – http://litebeing.com
25th Tania Marie – http://taniamarieartist.wordpress.com
26th Mei – https://meiflynn.com/blog/
27th Cindy – https://bluebutterfliesandme.wordpress.com
28th Laurie – http://lauriesnotes.com
29th Megha – http://megachiku.wordpress.com

 

Progress, Sundays, etc.

Clipart MP900446423 by iCLIPART

Clipart MP900446423 by iCLIPART

After several trying days with the unwinding and resulting sleep issues, the left side of my face is vibrating today with all the blood/energy flow in unaccustomed places.  The only really tight spots left seem to be opening — still a process, but moving at last.

I’m a little fuzzy-headed so have struggled to focus on much writing the last few days…

But I HAVE given some thought to Collective Prayer Sundays and, for the moment, have decided:  I’ll leave the page up on this site but, unless, like today, I happen to post around the right time and thus add a reminder, I won’t specifically be posting reminders on here any more.  I will put a little more attention into the Facebook page.  You can always see the latest posts there on the right side of the page here.

So, hope you find at least 10 minutes for peace.  Every day really…  There’s no such thing as too much Being Peace…

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!  May love fill and surround you.

Please Listen to Me

I write every now and then about Right Speech practice and especially how I love the aspect of Right Listening. This is some great insightful stuff.

Karuna Poole's avatarLiving, Learning and Letting Go

When I started my psychotherapy practice in 1987, I hung a poster titled “Please Listen to Me” on my group room wall. Even though it is no longer on the wall, I think of the content often. I believe it contains important information for everyone, but might be especially helpful to those of you who are participating in this week’s Challenge for Growth prompt.

Please Listen to Me

When I ask you to listen to me and you start giving advice, you have not done what I asked.

When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings.

When I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problems, you have failed me, strange as that may seem.

All I ask is that you…

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Reminiscing, finding threads…

I finished putting together my playlist — took a few things off the original list and finally found my way to a missing thread I’d had trouble remembering and finding.  Been listening to the playlist quite a bit.  [I’ve not been able to get Spotifiy’s embed codes to actually embed the list, but you can get it here.]

Part of my criteria for the list was everything had to be from the era in the 70’s when I was in college and graduate school and hanging out with hippies.  The original impetus came while listening to someone’s playlist of  current stuff and remembering how much music at that time was influenced by folk and country and fused in various ways with rock.  In the end I’m not sure whether anyone else would find a line from my list to the list that inspired mine…

I felt like there was a thread to follow musically speaking but as I trailed the music and then really listened to it, I found other threads as well.

Much of the music was so familiar when I encountered it again, but I’d not listened to it in years.  Quite a few came to me originally as recommendations from friends and I liked the music at the time but listened to it a lot for a while and then not again.  Those old songs brought dear friends to mind but didn’t have strong emotional associations.

Some of the music was stuff I adored at the time and listened to so much I can still sing every word.  And I realized with a giggle how much of it was sad, depressive stuff.  At that stage of my life melodrama ruled and I especially loved to wallow in melancholy, listening to sad love songs, etc.  Even though some of the music is great and stands the test of time quite well, I’m just not such a drama queen any more nor do I enjoy wallowing so I tend not to listen to such music.

What a long road I’ve traveled from that melancholy girl, pining for some imagined fairy tale prince who was never coming…

The Universe decided to do a little orchestrating so I suddenly received a long letter a couple of days ago from my college roommate and long-time friend after she’d been silent for five or more years.  It felt so amazing to hear from her in the midst of listening to this music and noting a number of the recordings were things she played in our apartment all the time.

Another piece involved so many memories of the magic of those times.  I loved being a hippie (not sure I ever stopped 🙂 ) and hanging out with my friends.  Loved our fervor for changing the world, our thirst to know how things really worked…

Central to all that at Northwestern in those days was Amazingrace Coffeehouse, started by some of the hippies a class or two ahead of me during my freshman year.  They started with local Chicago scene folk singers in a basement in the old student union and then were given their own small building (ironically the former ROTC headquarters), at which point the parade of talent grew broader in scope and brought in small-scale national talent as well.

So much about this thread of folk/country/rock fusion traces back to acts I saw there, recordings my friends from that scene introduced me to, etc.  And I see the start of the path I’m still on as starting there.  I alternate between moments of teary-eyed nostalgia and pleasure at seeing the growth since then and how it really started there.

Some years back a friend from those days who’s still a little more cynical and strident, as we were then, and a little uncomfortable with my path, asked me what got me started on this spiritual journey given where we used to be. I thought for a moment and told him that I see this as the natural progression from the longing for peace and justice we had then.  The only thing that shifted is that I no longer believe in a revolution in the streets, I believe in a revolution in our hearts.

Otherwise, the same longing for a better and more peaceful world still drives me…  I have more to say about a couple of these threads so there will be more…

And seguing back to the music, I’m still a little sad about losing my recordings of so much of that great Chicago music –most of which never made the upgrade to CD or MP3 — and that I was unable to include any but a couple of Steve Goodman recordings (thank goodness for those!).  I really wished that I could find a way to put up some Redwood Landing, a long time fave of mine.

Several years ago Amazingrace had a 40 year reunion week full of concerts in the Chicago area, including a reunion of Redwood Landing for what they claimed would be their final concert.  I got to go and was able to buy a couple of CDs, so I do have that music but I couldn’t figure out any way to get it on here.  But trying to figure it out led me to discover that someone filmed the reunion concert and there are lots of clips on YouTube, so I can’t resist closing out by sharing some of their great music:

 

Playlists and fun and peace time…

Liz over at be.love.live, has been posting playlists for a while now.  As part of my try-new-things writing and playlist listening venture (see post for the first part of the story), I’ve listened to a couple of her lists and one of them (I forgot to note it, so I’m just guessing it was this one)* sparked my own list creation adventure.

I’d not heard of pretty much any of the artists nor the songs, but I found the general style reminding me of a lot of music from the 70’s that fused folk and rock, country and rock, folk and country…  I started hunting around on Spotify and wound up creating my own list.

Part of the fun arose from the fact that, while these were all artists and tunes I liked at the time, most of these fell by the wayside for me as I grew older.  While I still listen often to the old Bonnie Raitt and Carole King recordings, many of these folks I’d not listened to since, say, 1975…

A little bit of not so fun was that some of the lesser known artists –particularly a number of Chicago folks who recorded on small labels — have not had their work switched to CD nor digital formats and so are unavailable on Spotify or, in some cases, at all.  Since much of my old record collection was wiped out in a basement flood about 10 years ago, it’s disheartening to realize my old Chicago faves and a few others won’t be replaced.

Back on the enjoyment front, it was so fun to hear all these tunes I’d just about forgotten.  The list will probably change as I need a few more listens to decide if some material should be pulled off and given a different playlist.  And I might add to it…  But the current version can be found here.  It’s best listened to with “shuffle” as I just made my stream-of-consciousness way from one group or artist to another, sometimes prompted by Spotify’s suggestion of similar artists and sometimes sparked by one artist to think of another; I stuck them on the list as I found them.

Liz, btw, very kindly types up a list of songs and artists and puts it in her posts along with the link to the Spotify list.  I’m way too lazy.  If there’s a way to copy and paste the list from Spotify, I have yet to crack the code.  And I’m too lazy to figure it out 🙂

Two pieces I really wanted to have on the list and couldn’t find on Spotify were from the late Mimi Farina (with Tom Jans) and the original (pre Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham) Fleetwood Mac, whose album, Bare Trees, has long been a favorite, with Sentimental Lady high on my list of all-time favorite songs.

This little writing and listening practice has had a wonderful side effect.  I’m so energized when I finish that I’ve been doing yoga or riding my exercise bike afterward and then I feel drawn to do the Ego Eradicator and sing chants.  It winds up being an hour to an hour-and-a-half of renewal/me time and I can’t express how much it’s doing for me.  And if on any day I’d told myself I had to start spending that much time at once it never would have happened.  All arose because I was willing to spend 15 minutes writing and listening to music…

In the meantime, it’s Sunday — don’t forget to find some time to BE PEACE.


*Not sure that anyone listening to her list will see how I got from it to mine — I think it might be one of those you have to be in my head things 🙂