Who’d Have Thought I’d find a Silver Lining in THAT!?

Labor Day weekend has a lot of emotions attached to it for me. Indeed, for many it speaks to the sadness of saying “Goodbye” to the long-hot, lazy, carefree summer days and preparing for the long, cold, and often, dark winter.

In 1999, the beginning of Labor Day weekend changed my life significantly when I learned of the suicide death of my first husband. That weekend was met with shock, pain, sadness, and packing madly as I had had 2 ½ days to pack my three bedroom house and say “Goodbye” to a life I had lived, and embark on a time of being homeless, drifting, learning, and eventually finding a new path in my life.

So this year, when the time rolled around and Labor Day Monday hit without my having even giving it a second thought, I thought “WOW! I did well! It was 10 years and I actually forgot the anniversary!”

Kudos for me for moving on, right?

Feeling pretty proud of myself, I snuggled in for an evening of watching Anthony Bourdain with my husband and my cat Sayge fast asleep under the Afghan I had lovingly crocheted a few years ago.

Half way into the show, my male cat Ash decided to jump on my lap. Not seeing Sayge, he landed right on top of her. Awaken suddenly from a deep sleep, Sayge stood up immediately in surprise.

The initial shock of landing on Sayge riled Ash up, her standing up freaked him completely and he suddenly turned into a feral portrayal of the wild beast that was to be unleashed from within.

While the ensuing moments are somewhat a blur, what I can say is that Sayge got away. I did not.

He latched on to my right arm, gnashing with his teeth into my hand, arm, and upper arm, while his back feet created deep patterns up and down my arm.

Initial instinct was to try to pull him off of me, but his muscles became so taught so that any hint of scruff had disappeared and there was no chance of pulling him off of my arm.

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For years I have been a proponent of positive visualization and overcoming situations, including those situations which may seemingly seem “incurable”.

Most of you who are reading this know that in 2002 I had a near-death experience after being mis-diagnosed and then overdosed by a medical doctor. Upon emerging out of the coma, I could not walk, talk, read, write, or do much of the activities “normal people” could do. It was akin to having suffered a stroke. My diagnosis at that time was “residual brain damage with no hope of cure”.

And as most of you reading this know, I fought back. It took me 45-days of positive visualization, positive actions to see the results; but after 45-days, I was at 90-95% functioning. I went on to meet and marry the man of my dreams, move to Arizona, and become a successful Empowerment and Inspiration Coach.

This article was in SCMP.com and I am re-posting it here in its entirety so that you can see how suggestions can lead to detriment, but by the same token, whatever “label” is placed on you, YOU have the power to create positive change. It does not matter WHAT that label is… even a medical diagnosis that can sound like a death sentence. The power of your mind is intense and it is vast. We each contain exactly what we need to cure ourselves;  by the same token, we each contain exactly what we need to cause us further detriment… even death.

Read the article and decide for yourself….

Worried sick: modern witch doctors

What witch doctors achieve with voodoo, the conventional sort manage with the power of suggestion. New research appears to show the mind plays a much larger role in sickness than previously realised
Helen Pilcher
Jun 07, 2009

Late one night in a small Alabama cemetery, Vance Vanders had a run-in with the local witch doctor, who wafted a bottle of unpleasant-smelling liquid in front of his face and told him he was about to die and that no one could save him. Read the rest of this entry