The Body Intelligence

The body intelligence is the name of this bit of writing; best that could be for the moment, this day and time.  Anyway . . .

The flu!  The wretched thing!  Seems a few years now since even a head cold entered my bodily private domain.  Yet, it gives time for writing, contemplating and if my energy holds up later maybe even painting (pastel artwork).  Sometimes, however, it can be good to practice death. No, this isn’t me being overly dramatic—just listen a moment.  You can’t turn from it even though you would rather not be anywhere in its shadows, yet inevitably the body will shut down sense organs one after another.  NO wait, don’t stop reading.  Because oh, but what a gift close encounters, even if they are not our very own (family, friend or foe who may be sick or in a phase of transition—but no, let’s say the really scary word, death!) . . . like I was saying, any encounter with the endpoint from any distance offers us a gift if we keep our eyes open!  What gift?  Embracing the opposite of course – Life!  A deeper and more joyful appreciation of good health and the ability to do something, anything, which comes from our ‘creative-will’ our personal expression of ‘life’ – even if that is only a pleasant conversation with another.  Any expression of being alive on any level that is possible can potentially become a truly joyous event.

The local hospital has accepted me as a volunteer and promoted me to be the top person for patient relations.  The job is not as impressive as the title may sound.   Actually,  it only involves offering a smile, a hello and passing out a card from the auxiliary and offering magazines, newspapers, crossword puzzles and the like.

Yesterday here at home, life played out with chills and fever next to a pile of Kleenex feeling as if my throat was on fire was another glimpse, another close encounter – another good practice for the last page in the last chapter of this life as I know it to be now.  And my thoughts wandered to the hospital patients as it does now writing this.

And, of course, as one could expect, with fever back to normal today, am gifted with a deeper appreciation of life and the ability to affect the lives of others and my own in a positive way.  To create, to play, to appreciate, to breathe life into this body deeply and with more gratitude for the vehicle that enables my stay here upon the good earth.

People who know me or follow my posts are familiar with the mention of the history of losing consciousness; yep, I’m one of those “fainters”.  Physical or emotional overwhelm and out I go!  I realize how this is like a mini-death of sorts and one of the last times (in the hospital ER with an acute bladder infection), there was this awesomely peaceful kind of limbo state, vast and not-empty but full somehow.  No words can describe it.  Voices were calling me back into this world and I did not wish to return.  On another occasion, when I lost consciousness due to a gall bladder issue, a “code” was called because I could not be revived after losing consciousness.  That time, however, I didn’t recall the blissful openness and fullness as the time before.  My point here?  Forgive this writer still under the influence of Nyquil cold and flu medicine.  Well, I guess, my purpose in writing this has to do with me being grateful for these moments in which the body and I get to practice our final act.  Meanwhile, there is a turning toward life with eyes of gratitude.

One final thing.  It’s floating around in this woozy head and I’d like to try to grab at it the next time if floats by.  Here we go.  It has to do with the shutting down part.  How to say it?  Like yesterday, the focus was deeply inward – the body seemed very busy focusing on itself – dealing with the invader flu.  I guess in the death process (oh, this is how the Tibetans tell it and in the Book of The Living and The Dead), how the various bodily senses begin to shut down.  The body, I’d assume, is very preoccupied doing this – and there’s not much energy for anything in the external world.

Body intelligence is pretty amazing.  Think about it.  The body knows how to keep its balance, digest food, breathe – oh, so many things – without your or me consciously telling it to!  A good thing too, I’d say!  The body knows how to get a spoonful of food into the mouth straight away without us having to give directions—a little to the left, no down a little—in other words, the food doesn’t go into our eye or nose; the body knows what to do without our conscious mind directing.  Recovering from illness or shutting down to go into transition, it’s the same way.  The body and soul know what to do.

No big summary ending.  There’s only me picturing the self in the act of sorting through my pastel colors and placing them in trays according to color and hue.  So off I go with my box of Kleenex and a project to do, celebrating life all the way through!

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Back Peddling Lately? March Full Moon Madness and Holographic Double Desire

smelly catRevisiting that old black magic.  Vent.  Back to the future!  The now is fill with nausea–what? Yeah.  Predecessor stiff neck and migraine from (not heaven).  Well, what do you want?  Got a neighbor again and we share germs through the interconnected ventilation system but in all fairness germ sharing occurs at Wal Mart and the woman’s locker room at the Y too.   So, oh you know that post from last week that about guitar man and his singing?  Well, the dude just raised the sound like by like double the 1, 000 decibels.  Ever see Phoebe from that old TV series, “Friends”-?  Remember how she couldn’t carry a tune? Well, meet her song sibling:  my downstairs neighbor!  Toss in 2 days of solid cold non-stop rain, mixed with headache/nausea laced with the the singer of “smelly cat”‘s sound soul brother and, it was the weekend from not heaven!

Maybe I’m at fault?  I did mention in my litany of gratitude to the rental office gal what a nice new neighbor they found for me and how I didn’t mind his guitar–that was before he started to sing out with it and the whole strumming decibel upsurge. Trying to be optimistically positive, the recollection of saying that I sort of enjoyed his guitar came back to haunt me numerous times over the weekend.  Really Joy? What WERE you thinking?  

Maybe she told him I was a fan! NOT!  it’s just that it’s the same song over and over and over again–Dude!  do you even know a happy tune?  Or any other song at all?

You ever been to Disney’s Magic Kingdom Country Bear Jamboree?  Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about–this guy is definitely Country Bear material.  Okay, okay; that wasn’t very nice–I’ll admit it.  That was me venting my frustration.  I can only write this now because the guy is off somewhere; otherwise, i’d not be able to think straight like yesterday and Saturday.  I suppose if a person’s going to be down with some sort of ‘whatever this IS’–headache and tummy troubles–may as well have it be on a weekend when its raining and the dude is singing like (not heaven).

I’m not going to go into the talking that I hear at 3 AM… I’d really like to pretend that’s not happening.  Back to the future; I feel like I’m back peddling under water.  I thought that I was finished with neighbor issues.  The universe is testing me–one more time, encore!

Before the weekend of guitar accompanied wailing I saw the guy out in the parking lot. He was sitting in his car in front of the building.  I waved.  He looked right through me.  Am I ghost?  Awkward.  Whatever dude; just trying to be friendly.  Then passed by the 2nd time on my way back from my daughters.  Waved again.  Still no response.  Maybe he has vision problems or maybe I’m really dead and don’t know it yet.  That part doesn’t bother me.  The wailing does.

Smelly cat oh smelly cat….  i don’t swim in your living room, don’t wail in mine@!  (a little light strummen’ and small soft hummen’ maybe, okay,  but…  turn down the volume dude!)  And if they turned this building into a recording studio since last week–I didn’t get the memo on that!   

Blogging is healing.  And so are very kind daughters; one was going to take off work to drive over an hour to take me to the doctor appointment that the other daughter made.  No Way I say!  They are remembering the emergency room flu episode on New Years Day–we’are all still mildly traumatized by that one.   What else do you need she says?  She’s picking me up ginger ale and crackers at the store as I type.  I take care of my body–eat well, take vitamins so I don’t get this being whole germ-a-thing since I’ve moved down here.  Ahhhh, Life… smelly cat oh smelly cat….  THIS TOO SHALL PASS I hear my mother (dead these many years) say this!  (I’m a psychic medium after all–besides, I know when I hear my very own mother) … anyway, I consider this as well as  all the advice a friend and my daughters have given me about how I should speak with the dude downstairs.

‘Ain’t nobody got time for that’ another part of me says.  I got to get back to transitioning my website!  When I think about work:  I feel better.

Like I said, blogging is healing. I am reading The Atopia Chronicles by Matthew Mather who resides nearby actually–not certain I understand it all yet… but in this sci-fi futuristic fiction, there are these holographic doubles who can take on some of the undesirable part of your life for you.  They can ramp up or scale down any undesirable energy around you–such as eliminating anything you don’t like so it is not in your awareness!  I could use one of those right about now!

holographic doubleAgain, blogging is healing. And now, back to LIFE nausea or not! And yeah, I see myself knocking on his door talking about all this soon!  My Libra says NO, PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME DO THAT and my Aries says… well, never mind.  Maybe after all the Full Moon energy has weakened a bit more. I want to be in the pool swimming; normally that’s where I’d be right now.

Yeah, i think ginger ale and crackers are going to help.  Really–I have such kind and caring daughters!  Thank you God!   Yet, I still wish I had a holographic double who could deal with all this and make the rest go away–unless I  ACTUALLY AM (Yikes!) the holographic double!?  Geesh, too much sci-fi lately?  ya’ think?  Well, maybe not… need to talk to my spirit guides about all this!  

Speaking of revisiting old black magic–turns out the prescription for nausea given for the January flu was able to be filled here in March.  My daughter picked it up for me–that and a few other supplies, sparing me from a nauseous trip out in the cold, cold rain.  She was like my holographic double today in that sense.  Bless her heart; do you know that those 12 pills cost $58–??   I’d have never given her the prescription paper if I’d known that’d cost that much!  Did I mention what good daughters I have?  

This day totally feels like back to the future with some kind of flu and neighbor issue–AGAIN.  Mom, you sure?  It will pass she says again, it will pass.  

Okay.  I’m naming this blog post March Full Moon Madness because it is and I am…. daydreaming about a holographic double to do my dirty work!  Pffffsssssttt!  

Great Power from your hara: The I-Ching offers advice on the stomach flu! Who’d have guessed? Kua 34

Well, isn’t this interesting?  I’ve been holding a question/concern on my mind this afternoon about this intestinal flu that’s going around—NOROvirus it’s called.  And with that in mind, I turned to the I-Ching for guidance about it.  And we have this Kua 34 that refers to what in Japanese is called hara in martial arts.  The message this Kua brings is about central power; in our bodies we may think of the immune system or the solar plexus or as the Japanese would say the hara or gut or belly.  I think you’d agree this is an appropriate Kua to correlate with stomach flu.  But where’s the wisdom?

Let’s start with the Sun which is the central power point of the solar system—this one point can affect all the other planets in its vicinity.  Without our central Sun what a cold and dark planet this would be—no growth and just ice and darkness.  Not a very pleasant visual.  Speaking of ice and cold, that’s a major symptom of this virus:  chills.  This virus must attack the correlation of the Sun in our body—the power point.  The need for sleep is pretty prevalent with this virus also; if our central power point goes down or is compromised, it can shut down our whole grid until we re-boot.

Endurance becomes a problem.  Now here’s the wisdom or guidance and it’s what we usually hear when we have the flu.  Avoid extremes of any kind especially if it draws a lot of power.  Use your available energy wisely and replenish when necessary.  Water carries energy in it so when we can’t get energy from the Sun (AKA stomach, AKA hara), we can draw energy from the water.  That water can supply energy to our hara, our Sun, our central power point.

Frankly, I’ve not often thought of the solar plexus area as a center or source of power but I don’t do martial arts either.  But a stomach flu could certainly affect that area in a depleting way.

Well, who’d have thunk it?  — that you could get advice on how to deal with the stomach flu from the I-Ching?!  But there it is.  The image sort of drives the point home too, doesn’t it?

PS:  here’s the link to the CDC information on this virus http://www.cdc.gov/ncidod/dvrd/revb/gastro/norovirus.htm

I wish you Great Power from your hara!  May your reservoir of power remain strong and protected. May it be protected from Norovirus! And if you will excuse me now, it’s time to get back to my ginger ale and crackers.