And this is a story

of my own Mystery Illness (MI)

When I got my Mystery Illness, I didn’t know what was going on. 

I only knew that I was used to taking 3-mile walks just to unravel my thoughts, and now I was feeling like I had the flu after walking three blocks and back.

I usually got through ten books a week; now I could read only a few pages until my mind froze.

And I’d slept soundly for years, but now I got only a kind of twilight doze, night after night after night.

I searched reputable journals and books for solutions. I took gluten out of my diet. Caffeine. Dairy. Tried medication. Supplements. Acupuncture. Atlas adjustment. And more.

None of it stopped me from almost passing out every time I took a shower, or even, some days, just when I stood up.

I spent over a year working with an energy healer who knew that gentleness well.
She didn’t understand my symptoms, but when I told her what was going on, she could help. 

By working with her for that long, I began picking up my own way of doing energy healing.
I’d always been sensitive to the feel of a room, of a person, of an object: 

I now realized that my sensitivity  —which I’d often considered a weakness—

could be used to tune into the frequencies that would heal me.

It was clear to me that I had to create my own energy healing system, because even that healer, who helped me so much, wasn’t able to get me upright again.

 So I used that old, deep connection to the spirits of land, woods, water, and stars to explore what was going on inside me. I was ill on a molecular level: okay, then, I had to go to the molecular level to heal. And it might even be better to go to a deeper level, atomic.

And then I went even deeper —the subatomic level— and — boom!

 I was out in the cosmos. The tiny amounts of substance in atoms looked like little stars in deep dark of space. Those atoms, and we ourselves, are much more space than matter. And the space held energy. I could use that energy to heal. 

Healing turned out to be different from recovery. I couldn’t go back, but I could regenerate.

I began to come into a new life by working with my own body chemistry: the cosmic rhythms and nature-spirit friends I knew so well began to have steady effects, effects that built on each other. Supplements and treatments and qi gong worked better, now that my body chemistry was a little more normal. I was able to read, a few pages at a time at first, then whole books in a few sittings. I was able to walk – at first only to the end of my driveway, then on the road. 

Some results were surprising: my hair grew a foot and lost most of its incoming grey. My feet grew a size, and I had to get all new shoes.

I learned I could catalyze healing in others, too. I began to work long-distance with people who had the same strange symptoms I did – and, lying on my own bed in another time and place, I could help them. It amazed me at first; then I grew to rely on that gentle power. It always worked, even if what happened wasn’t always what was expected.

The shamanic view of the world is that everything material is alive and connected, in one working organism. I am a part of that powerful circuitry, and I can do a partner-dance with it to change my life, more and more.