Saturday, April 2

Learning to Spit

I apologize in advance for the graphic nature of my BLOG post today. I can not say what needs to be said without it.

Two weeks ago, B. Thunder and I gradually began to experience what turned into a very major cleansing event for both of us. It has been many years since we had a cleansing experience of this intensity. Always when they first come on, we tend to think in an old way, wondering if this time it is really a virus or bug of some kind.

As we sat day after day in our living area, sipping water and saturating our spines with essential oils, first B. Thunder and then I, went into that place of ultimate surrender when the symptoms are so intense that all one can do is to keep breathing, one breath at a time. B.Thunder labored with a severe pain in his head, one that could not be relieved by any of our arsenal of support treatments. After three days of this pain, he looked at me with eyes that said, "I am ready to leave the planet", and I stood by powerless to help him, knowing that this was his own version of releasing the pain body. I just tried to be present for him and bring cold wash cloths for his head.

Almost a week later, after I had begun cleansing symptoms too, I was in the midst of one of the deepest spasming cough attacks I could imagine. It brought up deep body memories of a time when I was around 10 or 11 years old, and I contracted pneumonia. The same deep barking cough that nearly turned me inside out, made it very difficult to breathe, and brought on fatigue whenever it ended. I had wondered before if the pattern was actually gone, since it had disappeared for many years; or if I had just learned how to support my body's process to avoid activating it. I knew it's re-appearance now represented an opportunity of great value, even though it was extremely uncomfortable.

Last night was the final unwinding of this pattern. As I sat up in a chair trying to sleep, my chest and abdomen spasming out of control with coughing, B.Thunder had a "download" from some source of great wisdom. He had me lie down and put his hands on my solar plexus and on my abdomen; and breathe, deeply and rhythmically. At first I could not, as my nasal passages were completely blocked. But I kept trying and he kept returning my attention to the core, and had me breathe through the prana tube. Very gradually, the spasm subsided. I felt tension unwind from my cells; chest, head, abdomen, diaphragm, spine, shoulders, hands, feet. Every part of my body released and my whole being shifted.

The rest of the night I slept like a baby. I dreamed about the many times I had experienced this "pattern" in my body throughout childhood, seeing how I had been working against my body and even making the symptoms worse. Now with B. Thunder's blessing, I was learning how to cough up and spit out the mucus, to work with my body.

In my dreams, I saw myself as a 6 year old boy in Peru. I was walking on a 13 mile trail with my father to town. I had a bad cold, and began to cough. He laughed and made light of it all, cheering me on, urging me to cough it up and spit it out, patting me on the back as I cleared by breathing passages. I was happy, and had no fear of sickness.

Then the dream shifted to the current physical lifetime, and I was 3 years old. I was getting ready for church and climbing into the car with my Mom and Dad. I had a cold, and began to cough. This time the response was very different. I heard, "Don't cough so hard, you are going to hurt yourself! Here, take a cough drop. You scare Mommy and Daddy when you cough like that!"

And I was now a witness to the unconscious programming that had been assimilated into my very cells. I stopped using antibiotics over 30 years ago, yet I only now have access to unwind the programming of suppression from my cellular structure. I know this is the gift I am receiving through this, my 6th journey through the medicine wheel, healing an ancestral pattern that reaches back 6 generations.

I can only welcome this understanding, and send prayers of gratitude and appreciation for this amazing healing process; for my partner B. Thunder and his innate wisdom; and for the Ancestors that line up behind us all when we begin to heal for them.

In Love and Gratitude,
Kachina