(I am not a medical or mental health professional. I am sharing my experiences and my interpretation of my experiences, both physical and metaphysical. My experiences and results are not typical and are unique to me.)


I can far see, which means seeing the most likely outcome for an action or situation – as of that moment – for others.

I can see patterns for others: A led to B which in turn brought you to C. It’s kind of like cause and effect.

Far see = where it’s most likely to lead (as per that moment). Patterns = (in this case) following it backwards – looking for the root that led that person to the ‘now’ situation.

And just like in most everything else – it’s easier to see it for others.

Not so much for self.

For myself, I discovered that what may have looked like – on the surface – as singular random incidents, were anything but.

April and May

My life went a tad bit wonky in April and May. I knew there had to be a reason but I wasn’t able to see the thread that linked everything together. I couldn’t find what triggered it all. I couldn’t see the pattern.

The winds were particularly horrendous in April and into May. I could literally be outside for up to sixty seconds and whatever it was the winds were blowing in would attack the skin on my face. It would itch something fierce and then spend two to three days peeling and itching.

My asthma went into overload and I had to unbury my nebulizer and get new meds. I hadn’t used a nebulizer since 2008-2009.

June came and went and my sensitivities increased. My allergy sensitivities went through the roof. It seemed like every mild allergy or sensitivity became overwhelming and unbearable.

Leaving home became increasingly more difficult because of the overly exaggerated responses from my body.

I also experienced:

  • I had been seeking sweets (my sweets – not with cane sugar), carbs and/or chocolate to keep me going (energized) throughout the day.
  • Every morning, had a dull headache which grew in strength as the day progressed.
  • Inability to either get to sleep, or to stay asleep – insomnia.
  • Very limited concentration/focus ability.
  • My mind would either bounce and race around with thoughts and/or a thought was slippery…hard to hold onto.
  • Occasional bouts of waves of dizziness and/or nausea throughout the day.
  • Had a constant buzz in the background.

Then my short term memory began to fritz.

I also began talking more and more about my stroke and things I have discovered since I had my Brain State Conditioning™ (now called Brainwave Optimization®) utilizing Brain State Technologies*  (BST) sessions in 2008.

BST in 2008

BST helped reverse many of my symptoms from my stroke and was a tremendous help with some pretty hefty PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome) symptoms I had then. (You can find the experience posted here: New Beginnings.)

After I had my initial BST sessions, it was recommended to have occasional “tune-ups”. I spoke to my husband and asked if he would please recommend a tune-up if I seemed to be in need of one.

I never had a tune-up.

It All Comes Together

Last week my husband and I were in town. We were at a stop light. I heard what sounded like a loud plane engine coming towards us.

I ducked.

My heart raced; my breathing became fast and shallow and my palms broke out in a sweat.

Uh-oh.

A Flashback: I had been out driving one day when I was almost T-boned by an airplane.

Seriously.

It pulled up at the last moment. I felt that I could reach out the window and hit the underbelly of the plane as it went over me.

After yelling at the plane, I called and reported the incident.

The plane was flying way below the radar, and I ended up in its flight path. The police think I may have interrupted an illegal drop.

So here we are now in July, sitting at a stop light and I am ducking from what I perceived as a plane.

My husband gently said, “I think it’s time for a tune-up.”

My response felt like it came from deep within me. I felt my face break into a huge grin; my body was excited…like it was yelling, “Yes! Finally!”

I called when we got home.

Part Two next week.

by Jan Toomer


 

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