Some time ago, a near fatal back injury resulted in my severe disability and immobility; but what was worse was that it took weeks to obtain a diagnosis. No one believed me until I could no longer walk or stand up and literally did not wish to live. The pain was intolerable, even with 49 different, prescribed tablets a day. The only person who knew I was in genuine agony was my mother, who kept asking my father to try another medical specialist, and another and another. All kept saying the same thing: post natal depression. I was in too much agony to be angry with them.
I just sank further into despair, especially when one very famous doctor at the time said I was ‘anticipating’ his finger prodding of my back. He was right. I was THAT sensitive I knew exactly where he was going to hurt me before he touched my vertebrae. I could feel the heat from his fingers as they hovered and they burned into me before they made contact with my skin. Finally, my father decided to take me to see his friend, a very respected medical genius, working in a deprived part of East London.
As my father and brother carried me down the stairs at home to take me to this very gifted doctor, via the most excruciating car ride, I was offered hope; but even after the diagnosis of a slipped and very damaged disc, I was no better off, for there was no cure and the pain just got worse and worse as my life ebbed away. After months of suffering, the time came for me to admit that I wanted to get off the treadmill of agony.
Then something happened which changed my thoughts and turned my despair into a magical quality. It was not hope, for that was not magical enough and I had tried it and it failed. What entered my sphere was a form of extreme, illuminated motivation from a single, simple observation, which offered only one option. There was no scope for failure or moderation. What I promised myself was a full and rapid cure, when I had been told there was none – and I wanted it now.
This is why, many years later when I read his theories about epigenetics, I trusted Bruce Lipton instantly, for a light entered my life the moment I decided to place my recovery on another level. I started to act beyond my sullen subconscious and entered a level of conscious thinking, which lifted me out of my darkness IN A SINGLE SECOND. Within a surprisingly short space of time, I could sit up, then stand, then walk. Eventually, I could even run, but mincingly, with legs flaying like camp bunting, unsure of the direction of wind.
Had something magical not occurred in that split second, I would not be writing this piece today. It was a rapid life saver. Whatever your difficulty, NEVER doubt the power of your true Self. That giant is not the grounded human. It is the other half of you, the supreme, infinitely powerful and eternal BEING which can fly higher than adversity; once you meet your new Self, you will not return to the old, unless it is to continue to command it from a higher, better place.