Nobody WANTS to be sick.
Right?
Before reading a fabulous book called The Sedona Method by Hale Dwoskin,
I would have gotten all up in your grill at the suggestion that
I wanted to be sick. If you had told me that I, myself, caused my own
sniffles, them’s woulda been fightin’ words (once I got better).
After reading the book and practicing the exercises in it for a
while, I’ve developed the ability to literally will colds away within an
hour of noticing their approach. The nitty-gritty of how this is done
and why it works can be found in the book.
But I’ll give you a hint: it begins (and often ends) with accepting the fact that, just maybe, you want to be sick.
There’s a great deal of research on the mind-body connection and psychosomatic illness. [ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychosomatic_illness] Accumulated
human wisdom from ancient cultures such as India and China have offered
us scores of anecdotal evidence pointing to the mutual influence of
mind-upon-body, body-upon-mind.
If you’re open to the idea that much sickness isn’t completely – or even mostly – pathogenic [ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germ_theory_of_disease ] (i.e. caused by microorganisms) and that you exercise a profound control over your own well-being . . . Read on!
What possible benefits could coming down with a nasty bug offer you?
The Vestigial Tail: Attention/Approval
To varying degrees, we have all been conditioned to seek attention
and approval from others. This serves a survival purpose as children,
when we are dependent upon our caretakers to inform our actions. In
adulthood it’s a major friggin’ encumbrance.
Ex:
- Child eats pineapple chunks with hearty appetite and displays
affinity for the piano = praise and attention from caretakers (who in
turn seek it from other, presumably envious parents.)
- Child ponders terroir of dog’s twice-buried chew toy and displays
affinity for gleefully peeing on playmates = can of whoop-tushy and “why
can’t you be more like child X?”
Given the distinctly pleasant nature of the first option and the
yuckiness of the second, we slowly but surely learn to seek approval and
attention.
Now you’re an adult.
Imagine this type of scenario:
You – feeling overworked, under-appreciated and pissed off about
both, begin to wonder what the point of it all is. Your subconscious
decides that you need a break because your body can’t take any more and
mobilizes your immune system for a healing crisis, [ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Healing_crisis ] otherwise known as a “cold”.
Your symptoms manifest and open the way for a deluge of commiseration from coworkers, friends and family.
Despite your utterly sabotaged productivity, you bravely put in your
hours and the boss praises your suicidal adherence to a beloved societal
maxim: “work for work’s sake is path to enlightenment!”
Or you take a sick day. Whichever.
In either case, you’ve successfully averted/postponed odious duties,
received soothing consolation and basked in the temporary glory of “MIA
office soldier” status.
Nah, you wouldn’t want all that.
Would you?
The details surrounding your particular situation may vary, but allow
yourself to consider – ever so briefly – that you may be manifesting
what it is that you want all along.
Your personal resiliency may have to do with honestly admitting that
you would gladly welcome many minor disasters – and letting go of the
want.
This is called being present to experience. It means that you refuse
to subordinate the needs of the body to ideas/stories about those
needs.
These are the first giant steps to reclaiming your health and the
honesty that this process forces you to exercise with yourself can have
many unexpected benefits in every facet of your life.
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