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Acceptance - Om Shanti

Rising up from my slumber wondering what touch down will be like for me. Apprehensive in every move, waiting and wondering if the current of pain will start. It did not. Yesterday was then, this is now. Today I have been kind to myself. Today is about being here with me and allowing myself to be like the water at the base of the waterfall...finding my own level.

Ahhhh Yes. Here I am today. Much more content. Feeling better than yesterday. Constantly reminding myself that it can be better from one day to the next. I should let that process go, because with analysis and reinforcement comes expectations. Some days good and fewer days bad, until they are all good. Acceptance.

Om Shanti

The Only Constant is Change...with Change Comes and Goes the Pain

I don't really want to be here right now. What I want is to be there. That's becase I am in pain here today. After a blissful week of all natural pain control with the help of my therapist, I am having a difficult time accepting the "down" day that I am having here. I know there will be ups and downs, but it's hard to accept that I can just simply wake up and be here in pain. Of course I thought it was the usual morning pain that I have every day. However, after the usual 3 to 4 hour plethora of rituals to work out the soreness, the pain remained. So here I am. If this is here, then I guess yesterday and all of last week was there. So there is where I want to be. I know I will be there again. It is just hard to accept when the pain arrives here without warning or any obvious catalyst.

Things change from here to there.

Recent meetings on the road to here.

Most recently there are some new people on my road to here. The road has begun to level out and is not as curvy and jagged. I can see down the pathway and can make out what is at the end. I know that I will soon be there, and then it will be my here. These people are now traveling on my road, or me on theirs, depending on one's perspective. They have been integral in direction and have helped me to find the right fork in the road.

They are healers. I am a healer. Healers are not people who perform magic. We, as healers, don't have a magic power which we use to infuse one with healing. We are more like intuitives, and target that essence and desire within a creature, human or otherwise, to heal itself, using the universial energy that is everywhere all the time. Yes there is education and technique involved in the delivery of certain healings, some more in depth and intense and specialized than others.

One of the extraordinary healers who has helped me transition from a place of pain to more comfort and ease and balance, and from worry to confidence that I will recover from scars, both anatomical and energetic is Jan Vlaar, of VIP Therapy in Boynton Beach. I have known healers, and Jan is a true healer...an extraordinary Physical Therapist of a sort that is rare to meet. In my personal experience, it seems that Jan's practice leaves the rehab cookbook behind, steps out of the box, and goes (in my opinion) beyond the physical to integrate intuitive healing to deliver his highly specialized therapies, which include craniosacral, John Barnes' myofascial release, and more. Jan Vlaar of VIP Therapy made a difference. A healer knows which way to go...a text book does not.

When and Where? Energy Cysts

Am I here in this chaotic state of good and disabled health because of a journey I started in December 1989? Along the journey on that snowy winter day was a very icey road (also called black ice), in the glorious Adirondak Mountains of New York. At the end of the road was to be a day of play on the ski slopes with friends. The unplanned players of the day were those that came to the rescue of strangers...they were the heros who were the human element of all the hardware...ambulances, helicopter evacuation, jaws of life, police sirens and lights, and whatever else became part of the blur. Also there were the 18 wheels and the driver of the truck that met my Honda nose to nose in the middle of the highway.

Could that journey be how I got here? Some would say yes, some would say maybe, I would say: ?

I have been reading and learning about energy cysts. I am by no means well versed, nor do I have any expertise in this area of science. So please refer to experts for your information. But here is how I undersand the "phenomenon." Energy Cysts are formed when physical forces are put in to a person's body at the time of an accident. The body may quickly begin to naturally work these forces out of itself -or- the body might retain the forces and begin to find ways to separate them or encapsulate them from other body anatomy. Over time, the area of storage becomes a place of dysfunction, where the normal body processes are obstructed to to the chaotic behavior of the cells in the area of the energy cysts. The body will find ways to adapt and compensate. However, over time, the body can no longer maintain the energy level it needs to compensate, and that is where the problems, pains, side effects, disabilities, and/or difficulties become to extreme to ignore.

I have come to understand that these energy cysts have become part of the web of woe that constricts my body. I believe that my body had finally reached the point of exhaustion in terms of handling and hiding these energy cysts from me and the world. 18 years later, with some bumps down this journey's road, the usual bag of tricks just won't work. That is why, this time, months of physical therapy, dozens of acupuncture and chiropractor treatments, and rest simply did not help. The energy cysts had to go. Locked away since 1989. As these energy cysts become free, I too become FREE AT LAST ! My body becomes mine again.

From Where Did We Come?

Everyone and everything starts somewhere. Somewhere in time, space, or the imagination. When does where it came from become irrelevent? From one fraction of a second after creation? Never? Or at some specific event.

Streaming thoughts welcome.