I woke up before shortly before six. Today was yoga day, I had to hurry up. My leg had been great for several days. I could push off on my left foot with ease.
This change had been in effect since Thursday evening. I had twisted myself into a pretzel to get under a plant structured like a pineapple topped with 'leaves' one to two feet wide and six feet long and unmovable. I was looking for a 'shortcut' to get to the base of the two-foot path between my plumbagos and my neighbor's fence for Elijah to use. As I struggled with the 'leaves,' I also had to struggle with the uneven ground. I was playing twister with a body no longer adapted for the game. I thought for a minute that I would have to start screaming for help. Yvette would have heard me, and I would have been lifted out of there. But I managed to get through.
As I did, I heard my hip crack -three times. I haven't heard that for a while. Whatever is happening when it cracks, it never hurts; it feels good. I learned to identify them with a breakthrough. I think some people thought it was the sound of bone against bone. I think it is a tight muscle moving over an obstacle into a different position. For me, this has always been an improvement. My misaligned body is moving into the position it was designed for. Once the muscle is in the correct position, physics allows that muscle to be used to its full strength. That's what is going on for me now. I have much more strength in my left leg/hip, and I'm parlaying it.
I had bad news about the child of a friend and was depressed. I wanted to help him, but his problems felt overwhelming for me. I meditated and prayed. If I am to be of any help to him, I can't be overly invested. If I am, I will be more concerned about fixing the bad feeling I get because of his sadness and anxiety rather than his.
After meditating, I needed a nap. While yesterday, I was full of energy and got lots done, today I felt even a telephone conversation was too much. I had a nightmare as I napped. I was in the NYC subway system waiting on a platform for a train. I fell and wound up lying there with my left leg hanging over the edge of the platform. If a train had come by, it would have sliced that leg right off.
Rather than anyone coming to help me, the official of that station barked orders over the PA system for me to move. I tried. I didn't have the strength. Worse yet, all my efforts ended with more of me hanging over the platform's edge rather than the other way around. Finally, someone came to help me.
I have no recall of ever having had a nightmare like that before in my life. Most of my 'nightmares' are uncomfortable social situations. Several of those nightmares are repeats, same location, same group of people, but not with anyone I know.
Dorothy had postponed our daily talk until later in the day. She had called as I sat down to meditate. I told her I would call back later. Then my nap came. I finally did call.
I worked in the library while we talked. I have been alphabetizing a whole bay at a time. Previously, I have only alphabetized each shelf. I am doing this with the shelves that have already been checked for books for St. Patrick's. Eventually, I want all the remaining books in the whole library to be alphabetized. I packed two boxes, readying them for shipment.
I called the distressed child of a family friend to see if I could do something. He's been down, seriously down. So many kids are suffering with the Covid shutdown. For adolescents, it's almost like being in solitary confinement. Enough is going on in their heads without the reduced stimulation of the external environment.
I had told him previously that I was psychic. I don't know if I needed to. I once worked for over a year with a child before I made that statement. I assumed he had figured it out for himself. He said no, he thought I was just a good guesser.
I have no idea what psychic ability is or how it works. I think it has to do with mirror neurons. I suspect anyone who doesn't have some psychic ability is socially dysfunctional. It’s just isn’t recognized as such.
I had to be careful with this child. I didn't want to freak him out. First, I told him that my psychic ability didn't mean that I got to see everything about him. It's limited. It's limited by my intention. My intentions are for his well-being; I'm also looking for anything that might require a response for my safety and that of others.
The other part of the boundary is established by the person I'm working on/with. They can simply state within themselves that they don't want me to see certain things. Think of arranging your Zoom image, so it doesn't reveal what you're wearing below your waist. We all have control over what others see, likewise, with our inner thoughts. The only contradiction is that sometimes our unconscious mind wants to share information our conscious mind does not. That can be tricky. However, I do teach people to be very direct with their unconscious minds and give specific instructions.
I wanted to be very careful with this child and take if very slowly. I wanted to do only a small amount of work, achieving a small amount of change rather than a horse's cure. Too much work puts the person into shock and creates resistance for further change.
I started the session with the formal invocation. "It is my intention to be a channel of love and healing for you. I asked the dear Lord to use the strengths and weakness of my personality for the purpose of your healing and to heal and transform me in any way for your benefit. I also ask that the work be safe, comfortable, easy, fun, and effective." The person I'm working with has to help me monitor those last five criteria. Having been a victim of therapists who believe they should be in charge, I work very hard to put the healee in charge. Among other things, I find it more effective.
I started drawing the physic lines I was taught in my Reiki class. I asked him if he could feel it. He said yes. I asked him if he was okay with it. He gave me a mixed answer. At this point, I made it clear that he had control over letting the energy in and over releasing any energy.
While he let the energy in and felt a small degree of relaxation, nothing happened when I asked him to release any bad feelings. That's something I perceive psychically.
When people are reluctant to release, I use an image that helps them stay in control off themselves, making it safe to release. I ask them to picture their bad feeling in a container: a bread box, a garage, a mountain. His was huge.
The next step is to attach a spigot to the container, like a spigot on a beer keg. This spigot is controlled digitally. The person punches in how much they are prepared to release. I told him to punch in a point, with nas many zeroes as he felt he needed, and then the number 1. I didn't ask him how many zeroes, but I suspected that it was a goodly number.
Next, I told him to push the start button. I monitored the release. This was a much better release. Some of the bad feelings were coming out. Yes, he felt more relaxed. At one point, I felt it was too much. It was time to stop.
When we had started, he told me that he didn't have time to do any work because he had to do schoolwork. I asked for fifteen minutes. I set my timer. In fact, I called a halt just a minute before our fifteen minutes was up. I hoped this experience felt sufficiently safe, comfortable, easy, fun, and effective that he would be comfortable continuing our work.
Scott came up to be paid for the work he had done acoustically insulating Yvette's bedroom ceiling. I did some work on his shoulder. It bothers him regularly, and it doesn't get much time to rest with all the work he does. I did some energy release, but mostly I showed him how to use his back muscles to raise his arm. Doing what he usually does differently will be a big learning curve. Most people are not used to incorporating new ways of doing things into their daily routine. They think it is something they should practice at a set time.
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