Our 50th class reunion was scheduled to take place in less than a week. I had been working on
compiling a handout booklet of all the letters and pictures I had received from class members. This work was a product of about 8 month’s work. It turned out great and I am very proud of it.
I loved doing the work, getting the book ready, but quite frankly I didn’t care if I went to the reunion or not.
Well, as it turned out, I didn’t go. I developed such a pain in my back that seemed to go from the front of my body through to the back. I was completely incapacitated. I was either in bed, or on the couch. I had no appetite and subsisted on the drink Ensure. I steadily lost weight, and as the pain persisted, I never left the house, or drove the car anywhere. My friend Camille came and went to the store for more Ensure for me. I just wanted to be alone.
I have spoken of the organ music being in my head before, and I want to relate that for the 2 months and even after, the organ music was playing in my head. I never felt burdened by this. It was very comforting to know that the pain was a necessary experience in my life, and that one day (I didn’t know when, I would have a life again).
My classmates tried to get me to go to the reunion. But, I told them I felt like I couldn’t even comb my hair much less go to a party. The pain was that intense.
For almost two months I suffered trying to figure out what thoughts created this experience.
I hardly slept at all. I did meditate almost constantly. I did the MAP coning healings with spirit’s help.
Sometimes four hours at a time.
I asked time after time if I should go to a Doctor, and the answer was always NO. The first week I did go to an acupuncturist and then a few weeks later Camille took me to a healer in Woodstock. She couldn’t believe her healing did not work on me. She did, however, tell me to stop taking Ibuprofin which is a pain killer. I was feeling weaker and weaker, and she said the painkiller was the problem.
During the time the pain persisted, I sat upright in my chair in my bedroom at night with my feet on a large crystal. That seemed to give me mental relief – – it didn’t relieve the pain.
I walked the floors in the hallway and around my bed reaffirming that “I am as God Created Me, and that God’s Son can suffer from nothing, and I am God’s Son”. I said this over and over.
Some nights I would think maybe I am angry at someone, for before when I experienced pain this intense, I meditated and found out it was due to my being angry at Kurt. And, as soon as I realized this on a conscious level the pain was gone.
This time, however, no amount of meditating helped me. Again, in the first week, I went to a Chiropractor that I would use occasionally. He said he wouldn’t touch me, and said that I was in for many years of pain. That made me feel really discouraged. But being the God that I am, I didn’t believe that prophecy for one minute. I continued with my affirmations of health in abundance.
During the intense pain night and day I alternated between the bed and the couch. Day after day, up and down the stairs. The stairs were probably a good thing, at least my muscles wouldn’t atrophy.
One night I thought maybe I am mad at God. I tried to get angry and beat my pillows. I did cry a lot, but I really couldn’t be mad at God in my heart, so I think my feeble attempt didn’t mean much.
I know God is love and never punishes, so whatever this pain was, it was strictly my doing. Not loving myself enough maybe, still not sure.
This is 2015 as I retype this, and since that experience I have been told a few times that the whole thing was related to a past life experience when I was badly injured and almost died.
Thinking about the reunion, and how I didn’t want to go. Maybe thinking how superior I was to those of my classmates. I don’t know. I know they are all Christ of Gods becoming as well. Maybe feeling superior because I have been blessed with the knowing of who I really am and that I am doing something about that knowledge. – I wondered if I would ever have a life again.
One day, it was summer, I went outside and I met a woman visiting the people I rented from. We talked about her troubles and mine. She asked if I ever heard of the oil called Rescue Remedy and I said no. She said she had suffered badly from sciatica pain and someone suggested Rescue Remedy to her. She said it worked. So, I got in my car and drove straight to the Health Food Store. I bought the only bottle they had. I saw a difference immediately!!
I think it was after I started using Rescue Remedy, that I was sitting on my bed on one of those sleepless nights, when I could feel my rib unwind itself from another rib. I thought immediately that I would now see a difference.
After taking the Rescue Remedy I did feel stronger and decided to go back to taking walks. I started with short ones just around the driveway and back. That felt right, and over time I increased the length of the walks to down the street and back. I knew then that I would have a life again.
As I got stronger and better I had a sacral cranial treatment. That felt right. The woman used flower and garden essences on me. I have continued to use flower and garden essences to this day. When I originally typed this it was 11-1-2013. Today is July 4th, 2015
I live by the knowledge that I have had the best teachers. The Angel Gabriel being the best.
I refer you the reader to get the set of 6 books called The Life and Teaching of the Masters of the Far East by Baird T. Spalding.
Again, organ music was present the entire time of this ordeal and remained with me afterward. Also, the gentle squeezing of my scalp. I am retyping this and updating it today 7-4-2015. The gentle squeezing of my scalp is present as I do this.
Footnote: I had to re-live a painful past lifetime in order to release it. This was not easy.