Miracle of the Ice Block

I have discovered a miraculous new tool!  Those little blue thingys you freeze and put in coolers and things?  Fabulous for viral  smack meltdowns.  Like when you have the worst headache perhaps ever? and you are nauseous, can’t keep anything down? Plus for extra fun the residual cough and nasal congestion?  Not to mention alternating fever and chills?  This may seem counter intuitive but it does work.  First, rest the ice block against the base of your skull at the neck- nausea is triggered in the brain stem interestingly enough, and the accompanying inflammation from the headache also can be centered in that area.  A half hour of chill, then another few minutes on the sinuses and forehead, then the ice block can be transferred to the solar plexus where it settles down the rest of the dry heavingness of the abdominal area.  In about an hour you are released, in large enough part to be all good, from the what might have seemed like an eternal pit of pain.   The things you learn when in extremis in the boondocks.

So, it’s been two weeks of Living Germy Hell.   Being that sick and in pain was interesting.  Anything anyone does that makes you feel slightly better seems like a miracle performed by a genius.  As always, however, the essential element of it is surrender of a sort.  You have to soften to the pain so it flows, in a sense, through you, and out.   The fear that comes up, say, when you can’t breathe for eight hours, or your pain just goes up and up and seems to be about to completely take over,  is intense- but it must be let go.  It is as though you go through an incredible trial, something you think you can’t possibly manage, and somehow as the rocky bottom looms if you can drop your opinion about it, not feel antagonism for this thing that is inflicting such pain, the grip it has on you and you on it, is released.  This, of course, is what has to happen with every challenge, every difficulty.  Our human minds think of success so often in very limited terms- it’s only good if everything stays just as it was, whatever illness or problem you experience simply leaves and you go back to the way you were before.

The thing of it is, you can’t be the way you were before anyway.  The way you were before led  you to where you are now.  This means choices are available whether or not you see them, and although nature may be habitual in its’ workings, it is also composed of constant, swirling change.   So you either can flow or be dragged.  Fun, yes?

I’ve been thinking about how all this end of the world stuff is a lot about how people don’t want to have to experience change. Let’s just end it so I don’t have to shoulder this responsibility.  However, as we have seen this very week, things don’t really work that way.  We completed the 13th baktun on schedule, thank you very much.  So as the artificially constructed so-called fiscal cliff looms, and I continue to wonder how the Boehner of our existence has come to wield so much unthinking power, and how the priorities are so totally askew as to be something you’d think to see on some sci-fi monster flick instead of being slung out in gobbets of media bites- I just wonder.   It is true, I think, that once you actually start being somewhat self actualized, cultivating awareness, you begin to see that much of what is presented as truth in the society is quite clearly not that.  In fact, mostly we’re talking bald faced lies.   We are not in a democratic, fair society any more.  Everyone does not have an equal chance, and that inequality is being cemented into place in ways people don’t even see.  The horrors of something like the recent school shooting are not about gun laws- which are about, at bottom, the economics of whoever makes the weapons continuing to make money.  Guns are, after all, big business.  And big business at present trumps all.  These horrors are about the divisive hold fear (which to me is fomented by just this skewed system of values- that someone can get rich making and selling things the only purpose of which is to kill PEOPLE.   An assault rifle, after all,  is correctly named.  It ain’t for hunting animals.)  has on our society and world.  The thought that having an armed guard at every school will help is on a par with thinking that building a wall on the Jersey shore will keep the rising ocean away.  WE all have to change, and participate.  We have to wake up, Gentle Reader.  That poor young man who emerged from the basement of his mother’s large home, which was full of guns to protect from….uh, what?  He needed help he did not get, and it shouldn’t have been that difficult to provide. Attention really must be paid.  So many things are like this- the behavior itself is pounced on and prohibited (sex? alcohol? drugs? murder? theft?) without any action toward instruction that would help someone make a mental construct that would allow them to see for themselves that these externally driven actions are not the answer.  Some people need more help than others, too.  Some people seem not to be able to be helped.  We still have to try, and that help must be available.  A draconian return to religious law of any stripe, economic policies that condemn so many to poverty- neither of these are going to provide what we need now.  Also, just saying, I think if we truly do find the murder of children disturbing, we need to stop doing it on a policy level ourselves.

Amazing what the brain does on a virus, isn’t it?  Still.  Peace, love, and happiness all round is what I hope for, and wish you all: Happy solstice and harmony in the new year!

 

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