Category : MY STORY
THE BATTLE OF THE MIND
I awoke the following morning and felt excited looking back on my visit from Julianus and the drum healing.
I decided to get up and get a cup of tea but as soon as I started to lift my head, I felt like I was wearing a suit of armour with my head banging like an incessant drum (pardon the pun!) so I laid back down again.
EVERY morning you get the same quiz show challenge. It’s called ‘What’s wrong with my body today.’ No matter how happy you feel when you first open your eyes you get a vicious reminder of your chronic condition within minutes. That’s why you can NEVER make plans as you never know what you are going to wake up like. I have lost count of the times I have cancelled things because of my game show existence.
ME with ME
This was a picture of me one morning when I woke up and couldn’t open my eye. It was like a ninja had popped stealthily in during the night and punched me in the face! I had blurred vision anyway so couldn’t see a thing. I just wanted to show you that this invisible disease isn’t quite so invisible, but we never like to ordinarily display these sort of pictures. The following morning the bruising and swelling and lack of vision disappeared as if I had imagined the whole thing!
So this particular morning, I had light sensitivity where it felt like the sun was about a centimetre from my face, ringing in my ears, a banging head, every single muscle and joint was singing in pain and I felt like my lungs were too tired to inflate and deflate. This is when the panic attacks start as you feel you can’t breathe properly. There are at least 200 symptoms to this condition and I think over the last five years I have experienced every single one of them. So I nearly sank into my dismal existence of sadness, misery and futility.
But something changed that morning, there was a tiny flicker of hope that could possibly fan into a bigger hungry flame if I let it. So rather than cry or start screaming how unfair it all was, I thought, ‘Sod it, if it’s a DVD day then so be it!’ I found a sort of calm or acceptance of it all. You will find that chronic illness sufferers have watched every single thing that can be shown on screen. We are like starved animals craving the next meaty morsel on the screen to carry us away from our mundane existence. We are the best film, TV and show critics in the world as when you are house/bed bound most days, there is simply nothing else to do. Films and box sets become a part of your life. They provide escapism and a fantasy of living in the life of what you are watching. It’s a great distraction.
TRICK OF THE MIND
I started to see a little bit of clarity. I started to see that I was the pilot of my own mind, I could plummet into a valley screaming ‘MAYDAY’ or soar into the expanse of a never ending sky.
I remember once Julianus saying to me, ‘You are so tunnel visioned when human! It is simple, no matter what happens on the Earth plain you have two choices, to either walk in the desert, forever uncomfortable starving and thirsty, or you can walk in the oasis in the shade with the delights of thirst and hunger sated and a pool to dive in. Why do you all choose the desert when life gives you a challenge?’
No comparison really is there?
It was then that I realised that as I almost started to get a bit of self pity a past simple observation of human life from Julianus hit me so clearly then and there. Was I getting back the direct line I had always heard from above? I hoped so as there is nothing worse than feeling alone with no inner voice guiding and nurturing you.
THE FLIGHT OF THE BUMBLE BEE
I then started to hear a humming sound and thought with despair that my ears were getting worse! I would like to add at this juncture that the reason I knew my symptoms on that exact day was because I used to keep a chronic illness app and recorded my symptoms daily to try and find a pattern. It proved to be about as useful as a trap door in a canoe for me but I know that it has helped others! The word that comes to mind is UNPREDICTABLE! There is no logic to what your brain and central nervous system decide to do every morning. No chart or pattern on an app explained my raging symptoms or how to prevent relapse. To be honest though, my relapses were permanent.
So this incessant humming grew louder and I raised my weary head up to see what the hell it was. I tottered around like a 90 year old trying to find the source when I realised that it was a bumble bee caught in the net curtain. I thought this as a bit odd as I certainly hadn’t had the window open, it was February! I also hadn’t heard the bee before that at all. So I got a bit of paper and gently let the bee out of the window.
Nothing unusual in that you say!
How about the fact that the three following mornings there was a bumble bee again buzzing merrily in my ears that I had to rescue each consecutive day? Four days in a row! It was only on the fourth day that it twigged.
Animal totems are something I was introduced to years ago after I had a meditation and one of my other guides Khan (I will introduce him to you another day) kept putting a bear skin over me with the head still intact. I have to say that when I met him, my heart sank, he was a Native American, ‘Oh good God,’ I thought, ‘Everyone has Native American guides!’ It was later explained to me by Khan, that the Native American race had such a vast population of spiritual light workers in the past and now that of course a lot of us mediums and healers were going to be lumbered with them, how quaint!
Anyway, bear skin, I bloody hated it, but it went on for weeks and weeks. Then one of my students said to me, ‘He must be making you aware of your current spirit animal totem.’ Bit embarrassing I know I should have known as the tutor, but if you know me, you know I NEVER have and never will read up to learn about spiritual and angelic phenomena. I get it straight from upstairs and will only read something if I need to understand it more.
So when my student brought an animal totem book in the following week, I raced straight for the bear page and was totally gob smacked. The message that the bear brought was like a personal reading for me. As soon as I had acknowledged the bear totem, Khan never placed it on me again. It’s a very Native American based phenomena it seems, animal totems are exceptionally important to them.
When an animal or insect repeatedly shows itself to you in an unnatural way, then google it, trust me you will be amazed.
I was never much of a believer in it but when it starts to enter your life all reasonable explanation goes out the window, they literally will stay with you until you get the message! I have had robins follow me home, a sparrow hawk sit on my door handle staring at me, a dragon fly land on my lap and stay there for 20 minutes, butterflies landing on my face and staying there, I could go on and on. The most recent one was the 5 Feb, the anniversary of my dad’s passing. I had just realised the date and said out loud, ‘You are a bit lazy dad you normally do something on your anniversary!’ Within a second a buzzard landed on the hedge next to me and just stared right into my soul.
I merely answered ‘Ok that was good, love you!’ I then googled the meaning of a buzzard, it made perfect sense.
Your spirit loved ones can also send animals as a sign from them. From my experience the favourites are butterflies, robins, dragonflies, lady birds or sometimes their favourite animal. But remember they have to act unnaturally or visit on a certain time regularly or in the most unusual circumstances to be a totem. Keep a look out!
So back to the bumble bee. This was it’s message:
‘All bumble bees are productive, they stay focused on whatever they are doing and do not get side tracked. We are being reminded to slow down, smell the flowers and taste the sweet nectar of life. If your energy is scattered the bumblebee can show you how to focus once more.’
So the message was simple, to start to appreciate the finer things in life and to stay focused on the positive and the way forward. I will never forget those four bumblebees as they did help me to bring my mind back to positivity when I found myself starting to slip down the treacherous ravine that lead to nothing but a ghostly darkness in it’s merciless pit.
It didn’t always work, sometimes I was beyond grief and despair and would isolate and hibernate, in fact I still do. I’m doing it right this very minute in fact, I have no energy to speak or communicate with anyone, so I write slowly and surely, until I am too exhausted to type. But now I don’t feel guilty about it, I need my time alone until I heal and feel strong enough to start communicating again, all of my close friends understand, but there’s one particular one (Nicky!) who gives me a four day pass then demands a reply to make sure I’m ok. Whether I’m crying, talking gibberish because my brain isn’t working, or just answering in one word answers, she understands. She is the only one that gets away with it, lol. I no longer see these dark days as a failure, I respect them as healthy grieving days and a way of exercising my boundaries and needs to regroup, look at my options and heal.
So my little bumble bees helped me to see the positive in every little thing, which I never did before, I was far too busy. Now I sit and watch the birds eating away at their bird table, or I watch the logs burning for hours in the fireplace, breath in the smell of the fields or the view of Glastonbury Tor, or I write, taking myself into my world of fantasy and escapism and of course the world of box sets! I saw a gift in my illness that I had never appreciated before, the chance to stop, relax and reflect on the past and discover a new me. Perhaps I was not only being stripped bare of my old life and my material world, I was being stripped bare of everything that was morosely clinging to my spirit like a strangling vine, choking my life force within an inch of it’s life.
The next year was a revelation and a mountainous trek, I was not prepared for the healing that my soul decided to initiate. It was like the spiritual boot camp from hell. I was going to be dragged through every trauma of my life once and for all and have it exorcised. It took me to the extremities of my mind, body and soul, but as all exorcisms do, the demons were finally starting to pack their bags, steal the towels and check out!
I was also not prepared in any way, that as the tangled threads unwound, how much I could truly experience the pure power of the spirit world and the angel realms.
‘Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so let us all be thankful’