Thursday, January 26.
I left Donna’s about 9:30 a.m. for an hour’s drive to meet clients in Pacific Grove, stay overnight with my friends Heidi, Gary and Julia, visit with friend Sally, friend Robert, have an acupuncture treatment with Dr. Michael Arnold, and possibly a glutathione infusion with Monica (Dr. did not approve so didn’t happen). Here’s my story:
Heading down Hwy 101, my mind was systematically reviewing bodily aches and pains: nausea, headache, discomfort throughout my body – strange feelings for which I have no comparison, nor words to express. I was depressed thinking about these things, while keeping my eye on the goal – to be cured and no longer have a chronic illness to baby along. And – I am so looking forward to that first glass of delicious pinot noir!
I thought, “Patricia, you are healing, these aren’t terrible pains – each one is ‘a feeling of healing.” As the idea took root, my mind played with it, consciously changing the ‘woe is me, I’ve got a pain I’m worried about,’ to ‘wow – that’s a feeling of healing! cool!” After a few rounds of switching labels, I noticed my body relaxing: Muscles relaxed, tension in the neck, headache completely disappeared and I don’t even know where the nausea went. I just knew my mind’s exercise had caused an amazing change in bodily sensations, which in turn lifted my spirits as the depression also departed.
The power of the labels (words) we give things is immense. But that’s another whole story.
Did some errands soon as I arrived on the peninsula: stopped at the candy store in the Cannery Row Outlets but they didn’t carry the candy ice cream cones I wanted to put into the ice cream cone cookie jar I had bought at the Capitola Goodwill (my favorite shopping place on my daily walk), for my neighbor Don Beals. He has an obsession for all things ice cream and a collection always on display in his front room that dates back more than 50 years. (he loved it when I gave it to him on Friday, as I stopped by to water the plants in my apt house lobby.) Picked up my prescriptions at Central Ave. Pharmacy and 10 days of mail at the Post Office. Met with Richard Wallis at my office to enter some edits and ftp his new text file for his book on service animals (They’ll Be There) to my printer in Iowa. Then Paul Gallender, who has written the definitive biography of Sonny Liston, The Truth About the Sonny Liston and Muhammed Ali Fights. We scanned photos and talked about the marketing, beginning with a launch in Monterey and then Vegas.
Then I overdid it and attended a 2 hour social media seminar at the Perry House in Monterey that the PG Chamber invited me to attend as their representative. I did get some good information but had to slip out early. When I arrived at Heidi’s, as soon as I opened the driver’s door, I started shaking, and gathering up my luggage, collapsed, weeping, inside their front door into poor Gary’s arms. Heidi came and held me tightly while I sobbed. Wow. I was doing so well too, I thought, but my body had had enough. I changed into my red robe and joined them for dinner. We had a pleasant evening catching up. I slept well but was too wobbly to go to yoga class Friday morning. Instead I lounged on the couch until noon with their two dogs and two cats coming by at intervals to check on me.
Julia fortunately gave me a massage in her office at 1. I sobbed on the table briefly as she began, as the tension began to leave my body. I had held on for 9 days, an auspicious beginning to my treatment, and my body had knots and tightness everywhere. I broke down again as she massaged my left arm, which she said was related to the heart. I said I was not used to accepting so much love as she and her family had shown me. “Well,” she said, “you’ll just have to accept it. Because we aren’t going to stop!”
During Julia’s magic massage, my consciousness was lifted for the second time. All identification with being ill left me and I not only felt completely well, but knew I was. Those early tragic fearful feelings of the first week of this treatment are gone and will not return. I floated out of her salon a new woman.
I had a mango and banana smoothie with Robert at The Works and enjoyed a lively discussion about the latest developments in neuroscience, a subject of keen interest to us both. I offered him space on my website www.neurosciencefordummies.com (not launched yet). Sally was in Salinas at the eye doctor’s but we spoke on the phone.
I met Dr. Arnold at 4 p.m. and had my first acupuncture treatment. A third lift in consciousness occurred during the treatment, which also eliminated 40% of the rash on my legs. Zowie!
I committed to coming every two weeks for the next 22. A massage by Julia, then acupuncture by Dr. Arnold will support me throughout.
I got back to Donna’s healing, peaceful cottage about 7:30 and was completely refreshed. No aches and pains, no nausea, no depression; quite the contrary, I was high on life and have been all this day.
Today, Saturday, I’ve had the music on high (Julia’s cd compilation) and have been dancing in the sunlight on Donna’s porch. I do feel a little feverish (perhaps from the hot sun) and twinges of ‘feelings of healing,’ so we’ll see… I expect to keep this return to normal consciousness. That ‘invalid’ one is gone for good. The fear of this treatment has dissipated.
“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” Franklin D. Roosevelt Inauguration Speech.
I’m happy too because I installed a router for WiFi here; now I can work downstairs and outside too! I begin work on bringing my ancestors to life next week.
“God(dess) blesses me and enlarges my consciousness of limitless good, delivers me from the power of any negative condition, and always grants me that good for which I have set my intention.” (Modern version of “The Prayer of Jabez,” and my current favorite daily mantra.)