First, the not so good
Oh man, it almost never gives me a break anymore, not for a
day, not for more than a precious few hours (sometimes). I laugh when I hear people talking about how
they “can’t” meditate for twenty minutes (at all, let alone daily) because they
can’t “clear their heads”. Clearing
your head is not, and never was, the goal.
The goal is to be aware of your breath, to watch it as you inhale and
exhale (I exhale a couple of counts longer than I inhale; that’s good for
stress). But for me, if I am not in that
state all the time, the pain is
intolerable. And let’s face it. All. The. Time. isn’t gonna happen. I’m no monk.
I’m just a grown woman in agony from tumors that grow and grow and hurt
and hurt and never seem to want to LET. ME. GO. And that’s what I pray to G-d every single
night. LET. ME. GO. Moses asked G-d to “Let his people go” but
that was different. Moses wasn’t asking
for death. He was asking to be
free. And in a similar way, that’s what
I’m asking, Dear G-d. To be free from
this agony. And once dead, will I
be? Or will it be worse (if I take my
own life)?
I try and imagine what it is I’m missing. What “t” didn’t I cross, what “I” didn’t I dot. Okay, okay.
I never got married. Never had
kids. Never had a career. But it’s a little late in the game, if that’s
what I’m supposed to have done. So
what? Now I have to wait this out for
who knows how long, because I missed those things? Naw, that’s not it. No way is that it. I’m being facetious. I’m missing something bigger. And as this goes one, I think I’m moving
further, rather than closer, to that knowledge.
I’m too tired. I can’t think,
because of the pain.
Getting Better
I had an appointment today with my
healer/acupuncturist. She has saved my
life in many ways, with her energy work, her oils and her instructions to me
while she works on me. Today was a very
powerful day. I was in tremendous pain,
and she asked me to give back the pain (to
whatever power I wanted to call it; G-d, Mother, Father….) and I had this huge
opening. I was doing what she instructed
when I suddenly whispered “I give back all my pain (in whatever form, as
instructed by her) with the same love in which it was given to me. Wow.
That stopped me in my tracks. I
realized in that instant that (as everyone has been telling me) although this
FEELS like punishment, it is not. It is
love. It’s all love.a
If thinking about death scares me as it sometimes does, I
try to remember that every single person you know, everyone you don’t know,
everyone you’ve ever met or will meet will die, it somehow comforts me. The unknown of it still freaks me a little,
but it can’t be worse than living. At
least not
for me. Perhaps I shouldn’t tempt….whatever. I am currently watching and listening to a debate on YouTube between a couple rabbis and Christopher Hitchens, the (nowdeceased) famous atheist, on the afterlife. It is interesting, listening to whether or not an afterlife exists. There are several of these on YouTube and they all fascinate me.
for me. Perhaps I shouldn’t tempt….whatever. I am currently watching and listening to a debate on YouTube between a couple rabbis and Christopher Hitchens, the (nowdeceased) famous atheist, on the afterlife. It is interesting, listening to whether or not an afterlife exists. There are several of these on YouTube and they all fascinate me.
I was just reading about this nine year old girl with some
horrible blood cancer who has to spend the next nine MONTHS in the hospital to
attack the cancer aggressively. It was
in the news because she is a Taylor Swift fan and was disappointed because her
hospital stay means she’ll miss her concert.
Taylor Swift saw (her dad put a video of her on Instagram, hoping Ms.
Swift might give her a shout. She did
see it, and gave $50,000 toward her medical expenses). I read that article and felt ashamed to be
bitching about my life. She’s NINE YEARS
OLD. I don’t understand G-d; I don’t
understand humanity (if that’s what you can call us). I watch all these documentaries on nature and
think about how we have decimated this planet and how we kill anything that
looks at us cross eyed and I wonder.
That’s it. I just wonder.
A good YouTube to watch is Eban Alexander talking about his
book “Proof of Heaven”. There are
several, but the one that’s a little over an hour is the most complete. He had an incredible near death experience while
in a coma. He’s a neuroscientist/doctor
so he was coming from a very different POV prior to the experience, which
should have killed him. Very interesting and helps (for me) calm the
nerves. He speaks of not being afraid,
of being loved. Sounds hokey; you have
to hear (or read the book) the whole thing.
I plan to read his follow up book (I read the first but don’t own it)
called “A Map to Heaven”. Wonder if you
can use Google maps or GPS? LOL.
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