Mutant Healing

When I was in my early twenties I had an inflamed ganglion in my right hand. On the outside it felt like a lump. I worried it was a tumor. It made a painful experience of driving my stick-shift. The lump was just at the base of my middle finger, at the top of my palm, which bumped continually against the head of the stick.

Twice in the recovery period after my hand surgery, the doctor proclaimed in tones of disbelief, “You’re healing faster than anyone I’ve ever seen!”

I smiled, proud. For days I had actively and deliberately imagined healing the wound quickly, focusing love and intent for healing onto the cut. I deliberately visualized my hand as whole, in perfect condition.

Maybe my “unfathomable, speedy healing” was coincidence, but I doubt it. I attributed it, at least in part, to deliberate practice.

When placebos prove to work 30% of the time, why do we still choose to ignore non-pharmaceutical healing methods?

This healing possibility was not a new idea for me. The first time I had an inkling of the mind-body-healing opportunity, I was just a child. The doctor’s cold stethoscope was at my chest, and I understood clearly that he wanted to carefully listen to my heart. I wanted to help him. So I slowed down my heart so that he could hear it better. Of course, the doctor freaked out; I was put on EKG machines and tested. Apparently he expected a “regular” heartbeat. In panicked tones he asked me questions, I innocently responded that I’d done it on purpose. For me it was matter-of-fact. For him it was a child telling stories; of course he didn’t believe me. This taught me that slowing my heart down for doctors was NOT a good idea, but that it might be fun anyway to do more of this on my own!

Years later I read a book entitled, “Mutant Message Down Under“, where a Western woman goes on a walk-about with the Aborigines. In part of the story she writes about bone fractures that heal in days, so well that a previously fractured leg bone could be walked on. In DAYS.

I don’t know how one would do that.

I do know, though, that while I was in Japan I had another, similar experience. I was having a wisdom tooth pulled out, and frankly, I was terrified. My jaw is smaller than average, and I’d been warned that my nerve was dangerously close to the tooth root, and could be damaged in the procedure, risking permanent facial paralysis. Terrified, I sat in the chair, eyes closed, telling my tooth and gums and root and nerves that everything was fine; everyone was happy, calm, no need to panic. I asked my tooth to go willingly, I asked my gums to relax to help the transition happen. I asked my nerve to move aside slightly so that the tooth could leave without complication.

At the end of the procedure, in a surprised tone the dentist said that I had bled far less than he had expected; given the normal trauma of an extraction, he expected quite a lot more bleeding. He commented that my tooth had come out more easily than expected.

I’m not proclaiming that I’m a faith healer. I’m not declaring that I have some “special powers”. And for heaven’s sake, I’m not recommending that everyone abandon science. I am NOT recommending that. As a life coach, where healing is often called for, I’ve seen many cases where pharmaceuticals aided the healing. Isn’t it true that surgery isn’t performed until swelling has been reduced? Even the best procedures sometimes need help from multiple angles; sometimes, the best option for a serious need for help – is medicine.

Meanwhile, I would *love* to see more attention put into non-pharmaceutical practices like this. How else are we to integrate and enjoy skills unless we practice and talk about them?

Do you know anyone who has had a similar experience?

Time In A Bottle

I’ve had this strange experience my whole life while watching TV – a kind of time dilation.

It goes something like this – I’m watching a TV commercial, and it seems to me to be the longest commercial I’ve ever seen. Later, I’ll see the very same commercial – only it’ll pass by so quickly, that I’ll wonder if it was in fact the same commercial at all! Inevitably I’m shocked! By comparison, this time it went by in what seems like a snap of a finger. But I’m sure it’s the same commercial.

This hasn’t happened to me once, or twice, but dozens of times.

I hear about the same phenomena from friends who have been in car accidents, who talk about the slow-motion perception. Glass flying through the air in slow motion.

It’s very “Matrix” isn’t it? That scene where Neo suddenly hits the Zone, and then his hyper-vigilant fighting against Smith turns effortless; a quarter of the effort results in twice the power, twice the impact. His arm moves as if in slow motion.

My favorite way to play with time dilation is one I discovered in college:

I was laying on my back on my bed, my legs up in the air against the wall. I was very comfortable.

In my hand I held a plastic water bottle, a clear one – I’d torn the tag off. In the bottle was just a bit of water. Just enough to slosh around as I tipped the bottle, tilting it first one way, then the other. The sunlight was streaming in my window behind me, catching droplets of the water in the bottle. In some places, the water fractured the light into rainbows. Rainbows in my bottle.

And as I contemplated the beauty of the water, the beauty of the minute rainbows, as I watched with the utter breathless delight of a child, the water tipped slowly back and forth across the ribs of the plastic bottle, making tiny wakes.

And time stood still.

I often wonder, where else could my life take on new dimension if I watched the moment as fully and in as much detail as I watched the water and the rainbows?

Do you get time-dilation too? When? Where?

I Don’t Believe In Faith – Do I?

Faith is when
You allow yourself to trust, to believe in something
Long enough and fully enough to
Let your perceptive filters begin to see evidence that justifies your belief.

It’s like the suspension of disbelief that we choose to take on when we go to the movies.
It’s an act of play.

In quantum mechanics, all realities Are. Simultaneously.
All possible permutations of right now Are Happening. It’s mathematically proven.
So then how do we have our “experience”?
We choose it. Consciously or (mostly) unconsciously.
We filter what we experience through our choices and our beliefs.

Pick something simple to start with. Say, 2 pennies.
Believe 2 pennies will find you. Have faith.

When you realize you can make 2 pennies of anything you wish,
Aim bigger.

Then tell me your successes.
Let’s celebrate.

I Didn’t Even Touch Him

Let me set the scene for you – summer camp, the sticky sweltering heat, the mosquitoes, the cold showers outside.

I walk into the kitchen for breakfast, glancing over a dozen faces I’d never seen before. As if he’d been waiting for my arrival, he looked at me. Or was it that our eyes met? Anyway, instant recognition was.

He walked toward me; attractive, warm eyes. We shared an extraordinary hug, the kind of hug that made me dizzy. We were instant friends.

So it was no surprise when, later that week, we landed as partners in an exercise, sitting cross-legged one in front of the other. This was a subtle-body practice exercise, one to heighten awareness of the energy inherent in silence and in proximity.

All I remember of the exercise is me passing my palm millimeters from his face, hovering there. I say millimeters because I was too close to touching him to measure the distance in inches, but too far away from his face to be touching him. His eyes were closed. To me it felt as if our beings were a commingled cloud of smoke, merged together, and my hand near his face was a mere formality to help me focus my attention.

After a few seconds, he moaned, then shuddered, then moaned again.

I held silent, staying with the expanded state I was in. Greater than myself. Merged with him. Expanded beyond my physical form.

After the exercise I felt…beaming. The sun was glistening off his cheeks, all I saw was the light he was radiating. We were both smiling at each other, as if we’d shared a lifetime of joy.

“I just came,” he said.

“What?” I answered, still smiling, not quite parsing language yet.

“I just came. In my pants. I came.”

A bit of laughter escaped me, the kind of laugh that isn’t quite disbelief, but isn’t quite ready to make sense of the moment yet, either. “Really?”

He nodded.

I hadn’t even touched him.

Pickles. Alchemy. Alchemy Pickles.

I wanted more.

You know how that is. Don’t we all?

Anyway, *this* time I was having the, “I want more”, it was about money. I wanted more money. “And,” I thought to myself declaratively, “if all this alchemy stuff is true, then I can make it happen, right?” But it didn’t feel like a challenge, so much as it felt like play. Utter play. A delight, like a child rolling a silver ball back and forth and watching with fascination as the surface reflects glints of sparking light.

This is how it felt to play with the possibility of alchemy to generate money.

This is the way I wanted more.

So I closed my eyes and drank it in.

Suddenly I had the urge to “touch something green”. Something green…something green…where was I going to find… I looked around the room absently. Green??

“Well, I have pickles!”

I got up without hesitating, and took my pickle jar from the fridge. It was cold, almost ice cold. But it was very, very green. I looked appreciatively at the pickle juice, and the green floating lumps of warted cucumber in the green water. Do cucumbers turn into pickles from touching frogs?

Green. I went back to my living room and sat proudly on the floor looking at my pickle jar. As if it was happening without me, I felt an infusion of clarity pass through my hands into the pickle jar. Knowing passed through me into the green water. “This pickle jar represents a play of abundance. And by the time I have consumed this jar, abundance will have manifested in my bank account.” It wasn’t a thought, it wasn’t something I “created” as an image in my mind. Rather, this was what “occurred” to me as I sat delightedly playing with my pickle jar.

But the depth of focus, clarity, and absolute knowing of those moments was more strong than most of my daily life.

That was all. A few seconds of knowing into the pickle jar.

I got up and put the jar back in the fridge. The storm of intensity had passed, and with the passing storm returned the regular fog of my day.

Each time I ate a pickle from that jar, though, I’d remember. This, too, was part of my alchemy – letting abundance into me, bodily. Consuming the pickle with awareness that I was consuming the Truth of Energy Of Abundance, and infusing my body with that.

By the time the pickle jar was empty, by sheer “coincidence” a lump sum of $15,000 had found its way into my bank account. A gift.

You do follow that I don’t believe in coincidences, right?

This is one of the zillion miracles I’ve experienced.

Wanna tell me about your alchemy “coincidences”?
Gail

Warning! Warning! heh

Hi… I woke up this morning with the distinct impression I’m not ‘getting it out there’ – not fast enough. I mean, “the work”. Or whatever you want to call it. That “thing” that’s been kicking at me to be born into the world. That thing I’ve been both so eager to allow forward, and at the same time so scared that if I do/did, it’d make me an instant target…

You know that feeling too, don’t you? It’s part of why you keep your head down too, I bet.

Anyway I woke up with the distinct impression that I’ve got to get more out, faster. And not just the head-stuff. The experience-stuff.

Hey! Do you know anyone who would be delighted to help me get writing ‘out’ into the world? In that “Stranger In A Strange Land” Jubal Hershaw kinda way, I need that kind of help – someone who can take my writing from my mouth (or my raw TXT files) out to the world without me getting in the way. Front!

So anyway, I’m writing this entry to warn you.

One of the “it”s that’s wanting to come out, is the stuff that isn’t expressed in TIA structure. I’m thinking of calling it “Modern Miracles”. It’s a collection of “what is possible”. Not just “possible”, but what this liquid reality yields when you stir it. There’s so much that so many of us don’t think is real, that can be real, if we are available to experience it.

You’ll see what I mean.

FRONT!
Gail