Yet another energetic healing possibility has crept over the horizon and given me a little finger wave. Yoo-hoo! Over here! Walk this way, we’ve got the magic that will cure you of all ills…
It looks legit—a long-established process that connects people with a spiritual “medical assistance” team. A friend whose judgment I trust waxed enthusiastic about how the protocol dealt successfully with multiple issues. Without this friend’s encouragement, I wouldn’t have given it a second glance.
My disillusionment with energetic healing is deep, wide, and well entrenched after trying many things without success (or, perhaps, without learning the “lesson” presented by the situation).
But I should check with the pendulum, not trust my knee-jerk, “been there, done that” reaction. Sometimes I wonder if I’m not spiritually advanced enough for energy work to, well, work. Spiritual maturity seems like the dividing line between energy healing that is successful and that which is not. I’ve been languishing in the “not successful” end of the pool for years. Is it time to get out of the water and admit that I’m just not going to feel better until (and if) I have access to a med bed?
According to a recent video from Skye Prince, only those who have taken responsibility for their own healing will be allowed med bed access. In addition, people will be taken in order of greatest need. Somehow I don’t think “chronic pain from a common degenerative disorder” would qualify as “dire need” to the quantum computer, which, like the Egyptian god Anubis, weighs us in the balance.
Spiritual wisdom for my dilemma might be: Express gratitude. Meditate. Be joyful despite circumstances. Remember you are a soul / soul fragment experiencing human existence, including these very circumstances, because you chose to. Practical advice might be dietary (eliminate sugar, eliminate gluten) or kinesthetic (do this particular exercise, try this natural painkiller).
I could continue reaching for cures until doomsday, and not land upon one that works. For all I know, karmic balancing or soul contract decrees that I’m supposed to experience major discomfort, and nothing I do will alleviate it. Or—my personal favorite—the dark controllers WANT us to be miserable, so I’m just reaping their wretched harvest, like so many other humans trapped on 3D Earth.
At the moment I feel like a vortex—comprised of impatience and frustration, all the cures I’ve tried, all the cures I might try—spiraling upward from my feet to the top of my head. Perhaps I should let it all clear out and leave me an empty husk, expecting nothing, idling in neutral.
Fortunately, frustration and impatience, being emotions, come in waves, crest, recede. This bout is not quite finished. To chivvy it along, I could stretch, or do some simple Tai Chi in the sun. Or pause for a five-minute meditation, as suggested by Dr. Peebles.
Whatever I do, or don’t do, the negative emotions will eventually dissipate. Only when they have done so will I take another look at this new healing method, when I’m idling in neutral, expecting nothing. For some reason, I believe Spirit prefers to communicate when I’m not grasping or worried or angry, but rather open, curious, and ready for anything, including positive surprises. (The solar flash would do nicely, thank you, Universe.)
Suzi’s notes on Skye’s video included this:
“…The beds won’t work for people who haven’t taken responsibility for their own healing. If you’re making your best effort to heal yourself, you can be helped by the Med Beds.” (emphasis added)