June 2, 2011
A miracle. As always.
No place I want to be more than on that table.
She bravely stands in between me and my pain.
Intercepts it. Interrupts it.
I say, “I feel like there is a knife in my head and every time I turn my head its cutting me.”
And she motions to the table and says, “ Lets get the knife out of there.”
We have a lovely lively easy chat as usual and then at some point I descend, or ascend, into a silent place.
At one point I saw jellyfish.
It was like my head was a jellyfish, my brain the jelly body, and my body was made of tentacles of nerves.
At another point I saw a sun radiating from the center of my forehead.
She does things to me that I would not allow anyone else to do, wouldn’t trust them to do. I swear she reaches her hands inside my skull, and into the intersections of my neck, and moves my bones, and lifts me off the table by my tendons and ligaments-but it’s miraculous, Transformative.
She is so Competent.
I give myself over to the treatment.
There is actually less pain these days during the treatments, less pain than when we began, I feel more warmed up, expansive.
And I tell you, now it is hours later and I still feel quite good. I can see better out of my right eye. I can lift my right cheek to smile. Actually I can move the right side of my face in ways I have not been able to in months, in years.
And I have a feeling in me—I would call it—Happiness.
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