A day with nothing required to do, hence the beginning of a creative cycle. I decide to tackle splitting some wood that has been waiting.

I drive my pickup truck to the pile of logs. The first thing I notice when I open the door is that there is no annoying buzzing, which always happens when I leave the key in the ignition and open the door.

I’m dumbfounded! Fourteen years with this truck and this has never happened before. Several times I reinsert  the key, open and close the door, and the same anomaly repeats—no noise!

Little did I realize that this key event was prompting me to become lucid, as I was being ushered into a journey of non-ordinary reality. I next grabbed my maul, walked over to, and stared at, the wood to be split. Suddenly, my back, at the level of the sacrum, seized, as if struck by a giant weight! The pain was excruciating and I was afraid to move.

My mind knew that I had done absolutely nothing to cause this experience, but the excruciating pain I was gripped by sure was physically real! I immediately turned to my trusty first-aid mantra to my subconscious mind and incessantly repeated, “My back is healing, my back is healed.”

Nothing doing, nothing changed. I lumbered to the truck and drove back to the house, recounting the experience to Jan. When I went to demonstrate the magical key in the truck ignition, the magic was gone; the annoying buzzing returned, along with my aching back.

I questioned the obvious psychosomatic possibility that my body was just telling my mind that it wasn’t up to the splitting task I’d assigned it. The truth is, however, that my body had been in terrific shape and I was not pushing it beyond its energetic capability.

I considered a number of physical remedies but came to the very clear realization that this was not a physical problem, as had been clearly shown to me. I did absolutely nothing to cause the physical ailment, however real the physical symptoms were. I chose to meet the spirit behind the symptoms head on, on spirit terms.

So many times over the years, clients have had acute, powerful physical symptoms that have warranted a trip to the ER. On some occasions this resulted in a much needed physical treatment, however, in many cases the final diagnosis was a panic attack.

We came to discover that, often, the precursor to recovering a new memory during the process of traumatic recapitulation is, in fact, panic—a natural defense that warns of the coming intrusion into consciousness of disturbing material, often associated with physical pain. So? Was I in the midst of a traumatic recapitulation?

Jan did remind me of similar symptoms I had grappled with several years ago. At that time, I realized I was energetically incapacitated by allowing myself to assume responsibility for burdens that were not my own. That realization had ultimately lifted the extreme weight I had experienced, in dense form, in my back.

Subsequent to that realization years ago, I had firmly programmed my subconscious mind to refuse outside suggestions that could be harmful to me. I knew that we energetically live in a completely interconnected universe, where the thoughts and actions of others are subtlety detected by, and can impact, the subconscious mind. So, how could this hurtful energetic suggestion from without have slipped through now?

The answer is obvious to me. My subconscious was infiltrated because somewhere I was colluding with the outside energy, thus actually inviting the experience I had. My overriding suggestion to my subconscious mind has always been to live in truth. In this case, I was led to an issue I had to more deeply examine and adjust my attachment to.

The back journey I was on was orchestrated by my High Self to help me become aware of this impediment to growth. Sometimes we have to learn the hard way.

Are you wondering if my back has healed? The answer is that there was nothing physical to heal.

This experience has been an energetic dialogue, along with an emotional process, that was initiated by and resolved with Spirit, which momentarily took possession of the flesh.

I have to end now, as I go attend to outdoor tasks.

Stay well,
Chuck