I believe that we are given the opportunity to learn many valuable lessons by having many experiences. Hopefully we will learn a valuable lesson with each experience, which will bring us closer to becoming ‘enlightened’.
Some of the experiences we deal with provide us with the wisdom we need to someday help another human, who is in similar pain, understand and hopefully learn the same lesson themselves.
I also believe that if we don’t learn the life lesson we are meant to learn, the Universe will offer another opportunity to learn that same lesson again, but that it will be more challenging the second time around. Many years ago, I realized I had a problem with alcohol and joined a 12-step program. After 9 months, I pronounced myself ‘cured’ and I stopped going to meetings. I successfully stayed sober for the next eleven years.
A healthy body is the guest-chamber of the soul; a sick, its prison ~ Francis Bacon
The problem with alcoholism is that it is a sneaky, incurable disease. It doesn’t matter if you drink or not, the alcohol abuse is a symptom of a much larger problem – an inability to live life on life’s terms. So, recently I had to face this problem again, due to many challenges that surfaced in my life.
The past year I’ve been running at an almost break-neck pace: funeral arrangements (twice); the birth of twins to one of my daughters; making sure my other daughter got to her radiation and chemo treatments; running my own household; helping my daughters with their children; taking care of the two children who now live here with me; worrying about everyone and everything (whether I had control or not); and working on PsychicAccess.com when I had some ‘free time’!
Having to deal with such difficult circumstances, I recognized the potential for a problem before it became a problem. So, I started going to meetings again, instead of drinking. I am fortunate that the members of the group I found this time are as dedicated to their own recovery, and I also found a sponsor who knows the program well.
Health – what my friends are always drinking to before they fall down ~ Phyllis Diller
In August we buried my elderly mother-in-law, so now the household consists of my husband and me for the first time in over two years. In October 2010 I caught a cold, which turned into a sinus infection; I dealt with it, but still had ‘sniffles’ for weeks after. At the end of November I had to kick things up a notch to take care of another family loss, which brought with it two grieving children, the holidays, and my own grief. By mid-January of this year the stress really started taking a toll on me, but I did what I always did – pushed through it as much as I could, get as much done as I could, helping the kids as much as I could.
By the end of January I had developed a deep cough. So, back to the doctor I went. My lungs were clear and there was no wheezing, but I had been diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD) a few of years ago, and we decided that the poor air quality was aggravating it. I went with another round of antibiotics just to be sure. The cough never really stopped. In fact, since October I have been sleeping in a recliner, because laying flat puts too much pressure on my chest and I wake up coughing.
By mid-February I was always tired, fatigued, listless, and I kept losing my voice. My solution was to drink more coffee and just push through it, keep going. I struggled through the rest of February and March, no better, but no worse. I kept losing my voice every few weeks for a day or two. The last week in March I saw the doctor again. I had walking pneumonia, which I understand is the mildest and easiest to treat.
Sickness is the vengeance of nature for the violation of her laws ~ Charles Simmons
The third week of April my husband woke up and found me on the dining room floor – passed out. I have no idea how I got there, or even why I would go there. I don’t remember any of it, but I’ve been known to sleepwalk when I am highly stressed. At this point I was questioning myself constantly. I asked myself if I could “do this”… clean this… one more thing… make this one more call, and I always just did it.
That night my husband dragged me to the hospital again. After every test, they dehydrated me and ran every other test they could think of, including Electrocardiogram (EKG) and X-rays. Eventually it was determined that my bronchial tubes were still inflamed by the COPD, and aggravated by the recent pneumonia. I was prescribed a steroid. Two days later I stood up, took three steps, became dizzy and fell. That night at a meeting I got up, took a few steps, then the room started spinning and I fell again.
My psychic readings suffered, I was having a hard time translating what I was seeing into words, to express what I needed to say. I became increasingly frustrated and impatient, more at myself than anyone else, and my readings suffered even more. I felt like a cat chasing my tail. Back to the doctor I went, who just laid it out on the table: if I didn’t quit smoking, if I didn’t lose some weight, if I didn’t get some exercise, if I didn’t start taking better care of myself, I was going to die! I am 50 years of age, with my thumb on the self-destruct button, and I needed to make up my mind – live or die?
Illness is the most heeded of doctors: to goodness and wisdom we only make promises; pain we obey ~ Marcel Proust
When I look back at the progression of this spiritual, physical and psychic breakdown, I can now see the patterns: the pattern of alcoholism and the compulsion to perform, to push, do more, and be more. I could also see the Universe’s pattern, the way the Universe works. I had pushed myself beyond my own ability to endure, unable to accomplish much, and failing all around.
During this period I also lost confidence in my psychic abilities. Doing readings was a hit or miss proposition, and changed almost every day. The Universe will let you know when you need a break, and if you fail to take care of things, the Universe will insist.
The point at which I started questioning my abilities should have been my wake-up call. If you don’t take the time to recoup, things can and will get worse. I’ve known psychics, and other over-achievers, who should know better, but who have slipped, fallen and had compound fractures just because they had to push on.
Psychic work, any energy work for that matter, is hard on your body and mind, as well as your psyche. Take the time out for yourself. If you’re injured or sick, take the time out to take care of yourself. Everything you’re missing, by taking that time out, can’t always be more important than your health. When you make decisions, factor in what is beneficial for you too. Especially when doing this type of work it is necessary to stay hydrated, rested and stress free.
| PsychicAccess.com.Indigo is an Indigo child, her gifts have been handed down through generations, and she has used them since she was a teenager. Using a unique blend of, tarot, astrology, numerology, psychology and clairvoyance, she is able to give you the most information in the shortest time possible to help you find a way to change your situation. She has been a spiritual advisor in her community for 20 years and continues her education, while fostering the gifts she has handed down to her grand-children. You can get a reading from Indigo at |
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