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At the age of fifteen I developed Psoriasis on my neck and face. As you can imagine at that age, discovering I had this problem did my confidence no good what so ever! I tried creams and lotions, of which none worked. After months of embarrassment, not to mention the itching caused by the unsightly red blotches, I had had enough. If the doctors couldn't do anything for me I decided it was up to me to sort it out. The very first thing that came into my head was to cover some of the blotches with my hand and direct positive thoughts towards the red blisters, imagining my hand having a cooling effect on the angry area. After a month the Psoriasis disappeared and never returned. In later years I repeated the same process on my now wife 'Laura' with the same outcome. In my early thirties I became an 'ultra distance athlete' competing in races varying from 26.2 up to 320 miles across various terrains in many a strange country. Two month before my first Arctic Ultra (320 miles) I ended up on crutches with knee ligament damage. Knowing how little time I had I immediately visited a Physiotherapist by the name of Alistair Cunningham, who also happened to be a Reiki Practitioner. Ali worked on my leg and also gave me Reiki during my sessions. Whatever he did in eight weeks healed my knee enough to give me confidence to stand on the start line of this monumentous event. 320 miles in eight days in the Arctic North of Canada. The last thing that nudged me on to the Reiki wagon was quite a bizarre incident. Myself and Laura were visiting a local craft fair, I had pointed out a Tarot reader who was sitting at the end of the room and Laura said she would like to have the lady give her a reading. I didn't have a problem with it although I said I didn't want to be part of it. The lady asked us both to take a seat and before she put the cards on the table she turned to me and said "Are you sceptical about this"?, "No", I replied an told her it just wasn't my kind of thing. The next thing she said put me on the seat of my pants, although I didn't show it. "Do you know you have the ability to heal" she said and in a very matter of fact way I replied "Yes" and she spent the next ten minutes talking to me about various things that opened my eyes. I walked away that day feeling like somebody had lit a blue touch paper and from that moment I started to look for a Reiki master in my area (Wirral). 18 months ago I got the shock of my life. Whilst playing in a football match I suddenly found myself gulping for air, rather like a fish out of water! I ended up in hospital that day having x-rays on my lungs. I was three months away from the start of an Arctic race and in big trouble. I didn't want to worry people and carried on my training the best I could. It was a trekking race over 320 miles and I was just about managing to keep up with the other guys in training. The condition seemed to be getting worse towards the time of the race and I was getting more worried about my survival out there. Race day came and I phoned Laura as I usually did on these events, just to tell her I loved her and that in the event of me not coming home I had hidden a Cadbury's Caramel in the fridge! The moment she answered the phone I knew something was wrong, "Hannah's had a severe allergic reaction and the ambulance is on the way for her"! I tried to re-assure her and within seconds I made a call back to my parents in England to look after everything back home for me. I was now starting the race knowing my daughter had been rushed into hospital and I was half way round the world, not to mention my breathing trouble. That night the temperature progressively dropped to a cruel -42oC (Yes that was Minus Forty Two!) and at around 4am the next morning there was I alone in the middle of this arctic waste in a bivouac tent struggling to breath! To cut along story short, with my head in a mess over my daughter and my lungs the way they were, I decided the next day to pull out of the race. Hannah recovered well, but I was still struggling. After six month of horrific tests for Cancer and Heart problems they eventually came to the conclusion I had suffered a viral infection that had damaged a nerve in my neck, which in turn had paralysed part of my diaphragm. This released one half squashing the other lung up causing me major breathing problems. By this time I was suffering from panic attacks and physical anxiety. A year later I was offered an operation to stitch the diaphragm down but the consultant had warned me I may die during the procedure and I wasn't ready for that just yet! So again I felt it was down to me to do something about it. Within months I had done my first Reiki degree and was doing quite a bit. I was feeling the benefits after about three months and noticed the panic and the anxiety had disappeared completely!!! I have been doing different things to aid it's recovery (Crystals, colour therapy, etc) and I am now in the position of being able to take my first full breaths in two years. I don't claim to be 100% cured but I know I am on the way to it. The time it takes to heal depends on the severity of the condition. The Japanese believe all conditions are curable, the patient must have the intent to be healed. "Healing is believing"
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Just for today......
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