Returning to what? Corona-5

What exactly is there that we are getting back to?

Reformatting the education system, hospital outpatients, a dentist visit, getting out of the house… ourselves… our Health?

It all comes down to one thing… You can only help someone heal if he wants to help himself.

Since author John E. Sarno, M.D. published his 1998 bookMindbody Prescription”, based on his empirical patient data on their pain, stress and anxiety, many healthy people have documented their mind-body and soul personal experiences. All these individual discoveries about their mind-body-soul connection that gave them full Health results are in written books, articles and digital blogs.

Medical doctors have experienced a leap forward in their understanding of the body as a tool of our thoughts with their acceptance of the Mind-body and soul relationship. First-hand data and scientific doctors are integrating this ‘knowing’ from their personal experience, in to their passion to help people get health.

I had heard from other professionals who had encountered patient loads that were effecting their energy. The severity of the patients’ conditions had caused them physical discomfort.

They have understood the Eastern attitude of holding onto Health and the Western mentality of clinging to the Sickness.

During this Corona period, the traumatic experience of the medical staff set off an alarm of attention and was a priority signal for help. The task of keeping an ongoing team with updated qualifications to assist us all in getting through a difficult time, has left scars that cannot be denied or buried. Tensions have arisen above the surface.

Here’s the story…

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He had asked me for help as the headaches worsened and the upper stomach was uncomfortable….

The corona virus had hit the “Old Age Homes” and his work shift was long, numerous and precautious… the amount of protective clothing was essential to a healthy vibrant nursing staff…

The tension and need for calmness and release were thoughts that were popping up in his mind, in his conscious thoughts.

Could I help?

This 37 year old was developed spiritually far beyond his age. Supporting a known fact that his generation is definitely more advanced than the generation before him at the same age.

Coming back to the room from his cleansing meditation, he explained in his own words his reformatted understanding from his visual scenes. His every sentence was so perfectly timed with the evolving ‘New Order’ of the human experience during the Corona pandemic…. He summed up his new feeling as calming and restful…

What did I learn?

…That I can help someone who wants to help himself. Someone open to the power of the energy within himself to heal and allowing a release of the old and accept something new…

The immediate on-line healing of meditation processing is like the quick straight to the vein infusion. Proof of the inner perspective of ourselves that can beat conventional medicine to results, for a long time effect.

A reminder that you always have the inner energy to help yourself heal. The question is what are you going to do about it?

…You too can integrate energy making techniques, whether you choose conventional or alternative medicine, for your Health.

I received a gift and I want to give it to anyone who wants it…

It’s been 5 weeks since arriving back home to quarantine and starting this blog draft. The “stay home” restriction is loosening and I can take a spin around the block….

What are we returning to after the Corona period?

Could it be Health?

A shift in the way the global human experience can accept a new way and release the old?

Corona-4 Newness is the drive

Everyone seems to be talking about a need for New!

From taking the car to the “Car Wash” to sitting 2 meter distance physically with a couple of friends in the nature outdoors. Each person sipping his coffee from home!

Shedding the feeling of being locked up, taking off the first layer, perhaps call it uncertainty, and replacing with a Newness…as we approached the period of returning to work and school, with the social distance, this new order of the day, we find ourselves on common territory but different.

The adaptation is slow, each one at his own pace and the change of settling in to this new sense of not knowing.

What have you learned about yourself in this very special situation?

What came up as your strengths and what about yourself can be overpowering you and requesting your attention?

What change did you identify within, as you looked around you?

Is something hiding underneath the physical or mental pain?

So there we have it.

There are many layers to go down until we find the truth. Or, as defined in Branden Bays book “the Journey” as an onion when we are peeling off the layers in order to get down to our Source.

Again, there it was… the same old feeling, familiar to me but yet in another outfit.

It came to me as titter tottering between control and flexible and it was very clear. It just stood there in front of my vision… the scenes I had been part of with people I know and had known and where my automatic pattern of taking over just took over…

Can I allow myself to accept that sometimes I need not be in command and choose to be flexible? That was the question that arose and immediately my shoulders relaxed…

More visions of past scenes came into my focus and I weighted each version under a magnifying glass and studied it… Can I allow myself to be rigid, in command and then allow myself to be, to just agree… as if letting my shoulders in a humph then just letting it pass…letting it be…

Flexible… as if it seemed like hours I reviewed the scenes and forced myself to allow myself to see, actually see in pure clarity, every distinct motion in that one single moment when that ‘humph’ of letting go kicks in and dissipates the control and then disperses…

All the years of continued behavior flashing in scenes before my vision, reinforcing the period of these current days of being with my self.

Personally experiencing the parts of me that are requesting attention.

Adapting to this new period of Corona… will I step up to the new platform of change? Flexibity!

Will I be able to enter a period inviting more flexibility into my world?….flexibility into this World?

Am I taking part of this amazing period, alteration in the force of the universe or upgrading of Humanity?

Yes, the time for more inner searching has literally fallen on me after the 14 day quarantine since I returned home and then another 5 weeks of limiting restrictions enforcing the entire country’s social distance…..

Restrictions are letting up a bit, more movement in the public areas but there is a long way to go unit all the population will go out… for it is certainly clear that things will not be as they were before

What will be irrelevant and what will be new?… Where will the change in the human experience come into the scene or regular daily life?

It certainly is an exciting period in history… Who will develop personal growth with inner discoveries and who will add new energy to the human experience called humanity?

What qualities, abilities, foresight and imprints have been instilled in you that will help you accept and heal?

Here’s to your Health Life Growth!

Corona-3 Objective or Subjective

Identifying that weird sensation?

How can you meet those rising fears that leave your body tense and ill at ease… What qualities are you yet to discover, identify within you that can ease the stress you are feeling?

In what way can you understand this situation, here and now?

Can you allow this fear to turn into a new experience?

It’s all about clarity behind the story, the belief, we were so sure of…

A sensation we can feel when we are checking our story line during meditation

… a deep thought process when in a split second of opportunity the window of objectivity opens and we see clearly….

My story began on March 3, 2020. A feeling of being objective, on the outside looking in, and at the same time being right there on the inside, totally subjective.

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It was there but it wasn’t there…March 3, 2020

I arrived at London U.K. on route to a family milestone gathering. Equipped with my to-go hygiene pack in my case… the alcohol wipes for surfaces, several sets of disposable gloves, alco-gel for back up and the sterile packet of hand wipes… I was prepared for sensitization.

The logistics of using the toilet on the plane became a whole loooooooong scenerio, thought behind each motion or touch….

Traveling on numerous trains, starting from London Euston Station to Liverpool, then Liverpool to Coventry, followed by Coventry to Luton…

People flooding the commonly used transport system… and me, with a respiratory face mask…

Sort of like I was living in a science fiction scene. The powerful feeling of an outsider watching the activity around me, observing the movements, talk and behavior of the people …I was remote from them but yet I certainly was right there.

March 9 was the first time I noticed the conversations on Corona had shifted from 5 minutes daily to an hour length and intermittently during the day…

Yet, continuing on my planned program, I commuted on the train from the crowded station in London to my Liverpool destination.  Still, I am the only person wearing a mask, wiping alcohol on my seat and tray while giving special attention to the head and arm rests.

That evening I started to receive a stream of messages from home. Alerts, warning declarations by my home Health Ministry and directions on restricting what we knew of up until that day as normal behavior.

The hysterical WhatsApp communications and the calmness while sitting on the sofa with my hosts was so extremely out of synch that the unimaginable could not be imagined…and it wasn’t for another 5 days…

Coming up was my host’s vacation in Barcelona that turned into the focus of conversation. Until that moment it wasn’t even considered an important subject of discussion …Receiving my warning messages in my present-day surroundings of the foggy and dreary, same as always, grey Liverpool, was kind of like a contradicting story tale with a big over kill scream… it just didn’t fit in…

The huge gap between those pictures painted from the alarms so very far away versus the actual view of the everyday life around me, was as if placing a huge expansion bridge over an enormous valley of unbelievable conflicting information. Crossing over from one side to the other end just seemed impossible.

Train service from Liverpool to Coventry was the same health kit routine and still, only I was on the train with a mask. This time, as we pulled into the Coventry main station, while peering out of the window, I noticed maybe 2 handfuls of passengers waiting with masks…

Coventry Square had the standard tourists gazing at the Lady Godiva statue, restaurants humming with clients, museums and the university streets intertwining with the movement of humanity going on their usual humdrum…

Tourists inspecting their “Visitor Map” and strutting between the cobble stoned alleys of mid evil architecture, 1000-year-old churches and 17th century pubs.

The cozy hotel had a breakfast room with 2 wide screen televisions producing the constant BBC “Breaking News” flashing Corona alerts. …Sitting at the other breakfast table was a chap sipping his morning tea and as our eyes caught one another, we both stared with a grimace at the “hysteria” on the screen.

Turning my gaze out of the window I was seeing the buses of alighting students with their satchels, folks pulling their market carts and the steady pace of going, going, going as normal.

This phase of mindset became quite familiar to me as the calendar days ticked away… as if these phenomena are happening to them and not to me or not me, it’s them. The bridge joining between something going on with other people far away could not be conceived or imagined as connecting with what was happening simultaneously, right here and now.

Enjoying the city of Coventry with its’ sites dating back to 1046, during the period of Lady Godiva, I was exploring the well documented galleries of the Herbert Museum. Discovering the history of the legend behind Lady Godiva’s famous horse ride demonstration and the strict taxes on the towns’ people, I was spending carefree days, March 11-13th, in this pre Renaissance period …

Little did I know that I, myself, was going through a medieval period and an era of ignorance before grasping the awakening…in the unidentifiable sensation I was experiencing of not recognizing the uncertainty that was already circling around.

This so unfamiliar feeling struck me as something deserving of attention. From that quaint hotel breakfast room and the common everyday street scene outside the window, I called a friend at home.

This verified that indeed she was sane, coherent and that the messages from home that I called hysteria were actually providing me with new information that my mind could not process.

How could I be sitting here sipping my coffee, nibbling on my morning gluten free toast and actually be seeing the breaking TV news decreeing the countries around the world that are planning lock downs at this very moment?

Arriving in Luton city center the day before my pre ordered return flight, made 3 months beforehand, I was viewing the same scenes as were showing in the previous train stations. A handful of people with masks, the cloned scenes from my past 5 days of travelling.

As I peered at the British TV News “Breaking Headlines” I was exposed to a transformation period of walking that expanding bridge like the “Verrazano suspension bridge” connects Staten Island to Brooklyn. Virtually piecing together the new and unbelievable coded messages from one side of the globe to the other…

The change was slow.

Alongside me were thousands of others who hadn’t yet realized that their biggest challenge in the next few days was going to be something that they, like I, had never dreamed of in a science fiction movie.

Yes, what could and would happen was going to become the Here and Now.

The Luton train station was no different. A handful of people wearing masks. A little boy on the elevator holding his mums hand. Staring, he pointed his question straight at me- “why are you wearing that blue thing on your face?” On his own second thought, he provided his personal answer, from his experience of maybe 6 yrs old.  Declaring with consternation that it is only for old people.

Little information was filtering down from the country leadership to the masses and even less was explained to the children.

The continuous sensation of me being a watcher, observing this huge gap between the activity of everyday people before my eyes and the alarming news appearing on the BBC screen, was starting to grow. Perhaps an urgency just starting to emerge in the immediate atmosphere.

One moment I am the watcher and the next moment I am right there behaving as a tourist routinely ordering food in the shop while receiving frantic message warnings… There will be no taxis at the airport. What foods do I like to eat?

Why should someone ask me such a ridiculous question? Are there no foods in the supermarkets?

Looking back, I can only sum up my sensation as being an objective observer from the outside and at the same time being subjectively within the actual experience.

Not even a one-minute’s wait at the Luton Airport suitcase inspection. A “Duty Free” usually packed with thousands of shoppers was completely clear as I walked straight up to a cashier…Around the terminal were more masked faces than I had even seen in the past 10 days.

The typical flight waiting time was different... less coffee lines, few people devouring their last familiar brand of fresh sandwiches and even fewer people sitting at the cell phone USB snack counters … less of everything that was common in an international airport..

The security check on my case was extremely thorough and an event I had never had on foreign flights up to this day.

Did she have so much time on her hands that she literally could allow herself to touch every single thing in my case?

Was I behaving against her rules as a safe passenger awaiting to board or maybe inspectors were told to be overly cautious? She had touched every article she could get her hands on and her gloves were not disposable.

What was her opinion or instructions for that hour? Although she wiped the tips of her gloves afterwards with a tiny swatch of swab I could not be sure if she had done this before her fingertips and wrist glove entered my sanitized cases.

Upon the conclusion of what seemed to me her obsessive behavior contradicting the new advice of the U.N. health organization ‘WHO’, my immediate reaction was to wipe with 70% alcohol on whatever she had laid her hands on…my brain trying to bridge the gap. Or, was the gap growing?

If she was seeing the news on the BBC as I was, then, where was her mask, box of gloves and precaution?

This was my regular flight and I had not received flight cancellation messages from the company. I arrived promptly and waited patiently.

After 14 days of home quarantine, I am now taking a break from writing and getting up and going outside for a walk on my street for as long as the new restrictions will allow… be back later