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Humanity’s root dis-ease.

Toxic masculine. AKA stress.

Epstein-Barr virus, COVID, and several others, they are “contagious-disease” symptoms of the root cause. Our body let’s the contagion in, when stress let’s defenses down. The how of your stress and the environment you’re aware of, determines the contagion and physical impact that is enabled.

Diabetes, cardiovascular concerns, cirrhosis of the liver, pancreatitis, hashimoto’s or really any thyroiditis, and any one of a couple dozen cancers are the long-term damage symptoms of the same root cause; except they are the direct result of the contagious-diseases that resulted from the root cause.

To solve it you must do your best to work backwards and work up.

Solve the long-term damages by providing your body with every healing element. Allow your body to return to the  parasympathetic nervous system response, and nourish it as fully and optimally as possible to heal damaged areas. Easier said than done.

Solve the contagious diseases that were allowed in. That requires nourishing your immune system fully once all of the damages have been healed, and continuing to stay in parasympathetic functioning for as long as your body needs to eject those viruses and bacteria.

Once you’ve healed all of the symptoms you must figure out how to keep yourself out of toxic masculinity stress, in order to stay that way for life. Again easier said than done.

You may have noticed: (if you are educated on parasympathetic vs sympathetic responses) that eliminating our body’s and brain’s response to stress is the main factor in fixing all of it. Proper optimum nutrition, much more than basic nutrition, is secondary but equally important.

Those two factors alone will heal more than anything else.

If you can accomplish them.

See toxic masculinity, AKA stress, is everywhere you look these days. I could come up with a million examples of I had the time to write. Instead I’m going to give a fairly random sample in much shorter list form. It’s what I have time for.

  • Addiction. To anything. Is stress on the body.
  • Fatigue, because of any reason, is stress on the body and brain.
  • Allergies are a symptom of stress in the immune system.
  • Depression, anxiety, manic moments, are all symptoms of stress in the brain.
  • Muscle cramps are symptoms of stress in the muscles.
  • Arthritis is a symptom of stress in the the joints.
  • Inflammation is the stress response in the body’s tissues.
  • Pain can be a symptom of any of these. It is a signal of stress’ damage.

In our environment stress is just as plentiful. General first, specific second.

  • Politics. Especially one side arguing with another.
  • Censorship. One side wants to silence the other side. Yet if we silence one we have to silence both. Then where do you end up?
  • People ignoring each other, especially if it is because of race, gender, or any belief or view.
  • Religions ignoring people or treating anyone as less than. Anyone treating anyone else, as less than.
  • Inequality.
  • Imbalance.
  • Disrespect.
  • Disdain.
  • Intolerance.
  • Telling anyone they are wrong or inappropriate, especially if physical harm is not involved (the one being told they are inappropriate harmed none).
  • Unsupported.
  • Unloved.
  • Pushing for longer, harder, better, faster, more.
  • Men belch and talk with their mouths full, yet women (ladies) are expected to be proper and do the opposite.  If you don’t like us doing it, then maybe you shouldn’t either. And if you know it’s impossible to be perfect, don’t expect us to be perfect either.
  • Toxic is drinking or drugs for recreation. The assumption that under the influence, enables fun or more enjoyment. Drugs can be medicine when used properly, and alcohol was once the only safe drink, but inundating your system in an effort to produce more enjoyment is rarely effective and frequently damaging.
  • Women are not allowed to be lead clergy in many faiths. Why? Who said we are incapable? Not all women wish to bear children, and if men can escape that responsibility, then we should be able to as well. There is no logical reason to prevent women from being clergy, because any reason given, could be applied to men, except that it would cause them to be defensive and produce reasons why that is wrong. If the reasons are wrong for men, then they are wrong for women too.
  • Power, influence, and global resources, being restricted to mostly older white males. It’s why I have so much respect for Oprah. She managed to become what none other could, and she has dark skin and a vagina. She broke every rule and she’s the only one of both color and female gender. She earned every ounce of what she has, and deserves all of it.
  • Race ever being a factor in anything. There are bad people in every race, and here in America all too often police look the other way when it’s a rich, even middle-class, white kid…..  I’ve met dozens white people that had been druggies since middle school and never got punished, often never even got caught, and by no special circumstances. But every black person I’ve ever met that even smoked weed, has stories of running from cops and being in juvie. It’s a long standing imbalance. If you can look the other way over the white people and let them slide, then you can do the same for the black people or any other race. And if that thought makes you cringe, then all races should be punished equally.
  • Toxic masculinity is letting banks raise rates faster than wages can keep up, it is fighting over shutting society down and not making financial institutions follow suit.
  • It’s employers punishing for illness absences, but not providing tools for genuine health. All while allowing food manufacturers to use ingredients that stress bodies into illness, and ignoring that doctors are not actually educating us towards health.
  • It’s pushing and nagging all of society to buy more constantly, and forcing technology upgrades (5G) when we’ve just been through a pandemic where many people suffered massive financial strain.
  • It fuel at $3+ a gallon now that everyone is having to go back to driving to work. We haven’t even recuperated from the financial strains of COVID and 5G, and fuel makers are manipulating our return to work. Yet there are no incentive programs to buy Tessela cars or make EVs more plentiful.
  • It’s working people too sick and dieing, and God not dropping money from the sky.
  • It’s a society full of stressed sick people, and the less sick having to work, and do their best to support and take care of the more sick.
  • It’s toxic chemicals being used in agriculture under the premise of higher yields, but even when decades of data indicates that failed, we continue to dump toxic chemicals on our foods and poison ourselves and our world for no significant benefit.
  • It’s fracking for natural gas, and causing more diseases from chemicals entering water supplies. Even further causing earthquakes in areas that are fairly far from accepted fault lines (where we would never expect earthquakes in those areas at all).
  • It’s wars against anyone or anything.
  • It is taking playful challenges and athleticism, and making it far too serious, especially at too young of ages.
  • It’s failing to teach balance in an effort for bigger, faster, stronger, longer, and even more failing to properly and fully address any injuries or illness incurred as a result of such.
  • Anytime struggle of any kind, becomes a mental threat, all bets are off and you are already under the influence of toxic masculinity.
  • Anytime damages are incurred, and time or resources for healing are dictated by external influences. If time and resources do not meet the needs of the individual, that is toxic masculinity.

Everywhere you look toxic masculinity has caused stresses, and it is an unstoppable snowball hurtling down the hill at breakneck speeds. No one is going to be able to stop it. God could, but it would take giving those that have suffered the most in a state of unknowing innocence or in futile efforts, everything that they need for full healing, while simultaneously eliminating those that instigated or increased suffering knowingly.

What simply boggles my mind is the faction of 1%ers that are in support of all of it, in a desire to thin the herd. They seem to believe that they are immune and will clear the other side unscathed. Yet there is an underlying (or is it overlying) divinity that supercedes masculine and feminine, and that divinity is charged with restoration of balance at all costs. If the rest of us die because of toxic masculinity, stirred and motivated by that small faction, then the divine will right the balance in whatever way it sees fit, and the 1%ers are not as safe as they believe. They are no more safe than any of the rest of us, they just don’t see their version coming.

May you find a way to restore balance in your life and for anyone that you are directly responsible for. May we all see how to shut out as much of the toxic masculinity as possible. May we all see our path to healing as being illuminated before us. May we all have the resources and time we need just fall from the sky. May healing become easy and may we all have all of the time and resources we need just as easily. May masculinity return to safe and wholesome levels throughout our entire world. May divine feminines find their power and utilize it fully for all that it is capable of. May humanity not just survive, but find a way to restore balance while thriving. May all those in favor of humanities’ demise- find their own, less swift and more painful, but equally surprising demise. May we all be loved and supported and find a way to feel that love and support even when already impacted by the toxicity. Above all may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti

Continuation

I was in the middle of meditation when my inner self said I needed to share the words I’m using, and the experience of thier effects for me.

So here goes my best meditative post for the day.

I am here.
I am a miracle.
I am a miracle for having made it through this far.
I am a miracle because of my body and my brain, and their awe inspiring ability to heal.
I am a healer just by virtue of being alive.

I feel the light that those statements bring to my awareness, as a warm tingly sensation spreading through my body and brain. Then the light starts to produce pressure in certain areas. Those are the edges of where the flow is blocked, just like how a trigger point resists my touch.

Repeat. I am here.
I am a miracle.
My body is a miracle.
My brain is a miracle.
I am alive because of the miracle healing mechanisms in my body.
I made it through everything just by being me and choosing to live.

The pressure grows to be more noticeable. I give it the attention it needs just as I would a trigger point. Acknowledge it is there. Something caused it to be hurt and the hurt got stuck in a way that is cutting off the love, the flow of life in your body.

I am sorry that those things happened, and I'm sorry that they never healed. I deserved better than that, and I am the one that failed to give myself what was needed to heal at the time. I am sorry.

I love you (pressure/pain space). I love myself enough to fix it now. I have given myself all of the tools my body needs to mend, I made sure of it by taking my vitamins and a few very supportive herbs. I made sure of it, because I know that my brain is struggling because it needs something. So regardless of what IT says I'm going to do my best to provide. I am a miracle goddess worthy and deserving of love. Real love.

Discomfort grows, but in smaller areas.

The pressure, the discomfort, is where the light is moving into the damaged spaces. It is uncomfortable because it forces flow to return, it forces life to live again. The damage was never mended, and the only way to bring in healing is to open the wound. God's light is gentler than surgery, but still uncomfortable.

Opening a wound is always going to be painful. But once open the light, the flow, can return.

The relief begins.

The flow brings what was needed all along.

It becomes a gentle loving embrace.
The sense of support we all need.
Those parts of me, they just didn't know they needed it, or even what it was.

The pressure feels less but stays.
Now it is the pressure of being supported in loving light.
Now it is the pressure of nutrients and hydration flowing in.
It is a good pressure, it is a helpful pressure.
It is the feeling of God being let into spaces that have not felt the light and love for decades.
This discomfort, this definitely feels good. Like the hurts-good of my fix-it massages.
It makes sure that everything gets what it needs.
It is omnipresent, all the damaged spaces receiving simultaneously, my only ability to discern is where I focus my attention.
I count 11 in my brain, head, and neck.
I count 23 in the rest of my body.
And I'm writing from this mindful space so I may have missed some.
All of them found with the same level of light and love flowing much needed supportive pressure.

Pause.
Feel.
Just sitting with the sensations.
Let the mind relax, and check in on spots in a rotation you don't have to think too much about.
Just know the light and love is working, and the level of damage is what determines how long it might take.
Do this as long as possible, every day.
If you have to stop because of life, just know you have to revisit until complete. With my years of practice, I'm able to do this as long as no one is talking directly to me, it has been a huge help.

You know it is complete when the pressure releases and you genuinely feel better in that spot. It feels good again. It feels easy again. It feels normal again.

If you get distracted, repeat.
I am here.
I am a miracle.
My body is a miracle.
My brain is a miracle.
I made it through all of that and I'm still alive.
I deserve the miracle that is ME.
I deserve all that is wonderful and good.
I deserve to have myself and all that means.
I deserve all the love and light needed to heal fully and completely.

Sit and relax and repeat any of this as much as needed. Do what your body asks of you. If you need to pee, go pee. If you need a drink, drink something, preferably pure water. If your body wants to change position do it to the fullest of your ability. Just keep breathing through all of it and stay focused on the message here.

May you find the healing you seek. May the flow do exactly what you hope for. May we all find the release of healing and find our whole inner self. May we all feel just fine again. May you feel good and know the light of life is flowing in all of you. Above all, may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

As above so below. An it harm none, do what ye will. So mote it be.

May God’s will be complete, on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Bhumi mangalam,
Udaka mangalam,
Agni mangalam,
Vayu mangalam,
Gagana mangalam,
Surya mangalam,
Chandra mangalam,
Jagata Mangalam,
Jeeva mangalam,
Deva mangala,
Mano mangalam,
Aatma mangalam,
Sarva mangalam
Om Shanti
(Translation: May there be tranquility on earth, in water, in fire, in the wind, in the sky, on the sun, on the moon, on our planet, in all living beings, in the body, in the mind, and in the spirit. May that tranquility be everywhere and in everyone. Aum peace)

Om Shanti

Appropriately Colorful Euphemisms- a good start.

Put up or shut up.

Pot calling the kettle black.

Shit or get off the pot.

A few bricks shy of a full load.

My morning started with dreams, a shower rant, and holding a dieing raptor.

The dream was essentially being told I wasn’t listening and I was doing it all wrong. Maybe it wasn’t a dream maybe it was me loosing to the brain trauma of that sentiment in my repetitive experience. I moved my hands and turned on my Reiki. It helped but did not fix, again.

In the shower I went off about how I have energetically carried everyone my whole life, not even knowing that I was doing it. Their words and actions having an even greater impact me because I felt them on levels our language can’t handle and I had no comprehension for… No one did. I was angry that God didn’t fix it, that nothing I have wanted or enjoyed ever lasted because I would get sucked right back into energetic lead boots. Even worse, was the acknowledgement that my children carry the ripple effects and I’m powerless to fix it.

On my way to work at the 2nd stop sign of my route, there was what I thought was a perigrine laying in the road. Once our vehicle stopped I realized he was still moving. I lept out and picked him up. He was bleeding from his nose, brain truama had definitely occurred. He looked at me and then closed his eyes. Nathan asked where, or if, we could take him for help. I said he wouldn’t make it, there was nothing I could do. I placed him gently in the grass beside the road and got back in the car crying out loud.

I am angry over a lot right now. Traumas I and my brother faced. Diseases we contracted that medical institutions did nothing to solve but pretended to have solutions for. Failures at every turn, often missed by people supposedly educated enough to have God complexes. Angry at myself for allowing the diseases and traumas in, for dragging my family like a whole train of lead carts, for failing to help myself sooner.

I’m angry at the perceived promises and my believing them too long. I’m angry that I didn’t listen to my inner being better and sooner. I’m angry that I’ve been unable to get others to see it and that the same system is doing it again and keeping everyone stressed in the process. That the system itself is dooming us to death sentences, that we are all now ticking time bombs, that no one even registers it’s already begun and the system is set-up to deter real healing because of impacts to profits.

I’m angry that my stumbling through textbooks and the internet has provided answers that help, but still don’t fix it enough to save my life. My best answers were divinely guided, but too slow, too late, to ineffective, and not complete solutions. My connection to God has only slowed everything. At the rate my family is going, and my ability (or lack thereof) to maintain near perfection indefinitely, I might get another couple decades if I’m lucky. If I fail, my life is more likely to end sooner. No miracles have happened, no solutions for any of us, means we are all squarely responsible for our own health however long that may be. So I’m angry that I’ve been unable to get anyone to understand that, and heed warnings which I simply feel in my body and awareness.

The list could go on and on.

But I must stop it.

Man who stands on toilet is high on pot.

I’m not high right now, but would like to be, it helps. I’m not as flexible as is ideal, but would like to be, it helps. I’m not as slender as I’d like to be, my body feels a bit better the slimmer I get, it’s easier to find balance than in my past, it has helped. I’m not as healthy as ideal, but would like to be, it helps. I’m not as smart as I’d like to be, it helps. My intuition isn’t as clear as I would like it be, it has helped more than anything. I like eating everything, but like feeling better more, so I’m doing the best to find the best balance I can.

I can’t fix it, so right now I’m not. I’m not fixing anything. I’m not being there for anyone. I’m not helping anyone see anything. I’m not making a difference or changing the world. I’m not keeping anyone else alive. I’m not dragging anyone with me. I’m not getting my point across. I’m not making anything right. I’m not arguing for anything anymore. I’m not filling others’ roles or expectations anymore. I’m not taking care of anyone else. I’m not repeating myself for anyone. I’m not getting anyone to listen. None of my efforts have worked anyway.

I’m ineffective, misunderstood, misconstrued. I’m intimidating and fear inducing. And none of that is me. No one wants me. No one wants all of me, most everyone only wants one small portion of me. If no one wants all of me, then I want me for me. I’m not mirroring anyone or anything else anymore.

I’m me. What is me? Who is me?

If I really truly drop every iota of that and more, then there’s nothing left but me. Is there any hope left? Is there any kindness left? Is there any healing left? Is it possible, can I just be me for me in wholeness and goodness? Just let go completely and still be alive? I don’t know the answer and I’m scared. Grieving for my family and letting go of everything. Letting go fully is hard when things are going well and energy ties are easy. Grief is hard when it’s only one obstacle. Layers compound everything.

Easy is just breathing. Right now just breathing. Quiet stillness and breathing. It’s a good middle ground that is easy to find. That’s where I will aim. Just quietly breathing and focused on where I sit. It is the closest I can reach for now, for being the fullness of ME, for little ‘ole me. Quietly breathing in this one spot.

May you find your best spot for quiet breathing and know that your best has to be good enough. May you know you will make it through trying times. May you know that being yourself is the best thing you could ever be, and that it doesn’t matter if anyone ever notices, cares, or listens, because God intended you to be just as you are. Above all, may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti


Bird Correction: It was a red shouldered hawk, see link:

https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Red-shouldered_Hawk/photo-gallery

I’m going to go with between morning lighting and my emotions, the head seemed much more grey in the moment, and belly less red. Still a raptor I couldn’t save. That’s not how I wanted to hold a majestic bird, anyone for that matter. I hate being a harbinger of death, a real life Banshee; death doula makes it sound far too benign. Regardless of the name used, it is my most disturbing talent, which occurs far too frequently for comfort.

Liberating Clearing

I told a client of my current emotional processing of immensely intense stretches releasing deeply held traumas. I said: “It is not for the faint of heart, but that I felt like God was going to smite me if I didn’t do it to the fullest of my ability.”

Between pain, screams of anger at God, intensely deep stretches pushing my own limits, and resulting trauma release responses, especially crying, I feel like I’m making more progress.

My hips are a bit unstable at the moment, and tender doesn’t even begin to describe some of the remnants needing mended. Yet, when I am just sitting I feel more balanced and stable than a week ago.

The process has included many mental image moments that I simply have no idea their true accuracy. The mental images are the closest translation of what my body has been holding.

  • There was an image of a nurse holding me upside down by one ankle (postnatally).
  • There was an image of mom’s belly being so tight from overwork that I was compressed to her spine, in an inability to move fully and properly as a developing baby should.
  • There was a feeling of fear in the midst of a fight, that feeling stirred when an argument hits maximum and you’re afraid of what the other will do.
  • There was a ‘fallen and I can’t get up’ moment where legs felt like they were so tight I simply couldn’t get on my knees and get to standing. (It made me think mom had fallen, but I called her and she’s fine.)
  • There was what I can best call a rebirthing moment. In reality I was born C-section, but I had a fairly clear moment of what it might feel like to be born as my children were, right in the midst of transitioning between hip opening stretches.
  • The neck thing I carry in C1/C2 turned loose as I was working on a spot in my low back. As I was working on releasing the low back L5/SI area, it felt like whiplash had happened at some point. I was wracking my brain for any actual memory of such an event to my lower spine, and all of a sudden clunk in my neck. If the two are truly connected, then the only thing I can place it with is the time I fell on my head off of the end of a slide as a toddler. I’m hoping I released both ends well enough to keep it gone, but have enough experience to know that things are rarely once and done. May I know how to repeat well enough to accomplish full release in as few repeats as possible.
  • There are probably some other moments I’m forgetting, which is likely a good sign.

Anyway, after all of this and more I’m wrapping my brain around elements of pain retention. How our body traps it, not just for us, but for generations. I have been repeating “Heal me and my children as far back as necessary, down to DNA and mitochondria for here, now, through birth and to generations past.”

Then this morning, I was fortunate enough to get a moment of meditation in. I had a strong awareness that I am going to be able to walk away from something soon. In that way that once you really understand something it gets easy. I feel like I’m going to be faced with one of the common topics of my life, for about the last 5 years, and that I’m going to be able to say no easily. The same way that women that have truly worked through abuse can recognize it much faster and refuse it before anything comes of it. It only sort of confused me.

Abraham swears there are no tests and that God isn’t out to get us or punish us. Jesus was fond of similar sentiments.

Yet, there is that momentum thing, when something has been rolling a really long time it takes on a life of it’s own. Some event has to stop that momentum, and sometimes it is simply the measure of knowing ones’ own strength to stop it oneself. Being able to face it one last time and say “nope, not today”, but actually stopping it dead in it’s tracks, not just diverting it. Diversions only slow the momentum, it’ll just keep rolling and eventually cross your path again. No, one must be strong enough to fully and completely stop the ball or assume the impact.

My awareness this morning helps me know that I am strong enough to stop it myself and stay standing. I am not certain which topic it is in regards to, or the details, but I am much more confident in my capabilities to handle whatever it is, and take the higher ground.

May we all have life affirming moments and an awareness of our capabilities. May we all see ourselves as strong enough to stop something with momentum. May we know we are on the right track and heading in the right direction. May we understand our strengths and use those to lift our weaknesses up. May we all process traumas so that we can be more functional, healthy, and help our children heal to stop the parade of generational trauma. Above all, may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti

Tough girl.

I’m realizing this week that my tough façade is cracking. Life is challenging me in all the ways, and I’m doing my best as always to stay afloat, but my emotions are beginning to show the strain.

On one hand I finally let some of it out today. Like a kettle boiling over, I simply couldn’t hold it in. The amazing J did needles for my arm again, and I think she added one for emotional release and one for sleep because that was the most palpable results, though the sleep hit me like a freight train about 15 minutes after getting up off the table. It ensured I didn’t accomplish anything else involving labor for the rest of my day. The emotions, well they were like little damns crumbling in my body. I’d feel energy turn loose in my arm and then tears would just start running. There were some in other parts of my body, but it was like my right arm was holding the vast majority. Some of the damns were so strong that when they turned loose I’d know what was causing it, and it was intense. At this point the treatment was successful, but it seems some of them have already been retriggered because I have a twinge in my wrist and thumb again. It is also amazing to me that I can tolerate strained muscles being worked on (a fairly brutally painful experience), but in a quiet room with superfine needles in me, I am sensitive enough to feel energy move when science barely has equipment sensitive enough to even register it. It seems in some ways I’ve practiced the tough routine enough it actually counts.

Everything is a work in progress.

So then on the other hand, post treatment and emotional releases I’m processing what that means.

My tough girl façade is just that. I never wanted to be that, I didn’t set out aiming for it. It happened because I learned to do it from all the boys in my family. Be tough, suck it up, and keep moving like nothing happened. It was expected, and in middle school I learned it was the only way I would survive. I was the new girl again, and fat because of the previous school’s bullies plus my then unknown disease, so I grew tougher. I sucked it up and moved on like nothing happened. Over and over again, dealing with more of the same bullying. My brother escaped through football, but there was no such thing as that for me, I was already too fat for anything girls were supposed to play or do. So, I never let the world see my weaknesses again, making sure I ran circles around weak spots to avoid detection by others. A blessing and curse because the extra efforts improved the weaknesses, but also created mountains of self induced work. At the end of the day and the end of the week I would cry myself to sleep. The rest of middle school, all of high school, and a massive chunk of college, were all tough girl right up until I was alone. I even hid in closets in my dorm to avoid detection. It was exhausting, it still is. Even with Nathan I have difficulty when tears fall against my will. I can’t even talk once emotions hit a certain level. He calls me brutally honest, and says I have a lack of tact, because my communication skills suck when it comes to trying to convey my inner world in the midst of turmoil. I know what triggers things emotionally, but when I try to tell him he thinks I’m beating up on him, when most of the time I’m just trying to let it out honestly. Because of that I am always afraid to be fully honest with others n regards to my emotions, it is literally the only way I’m ever dishonest, though usually I’m just evasive. Truth is I need someone that I can be fully open and honest with. I need help and it’s a dark forest in my mind sometimes. I’ve left negative marks on people’s psyche’s and it’s not because I meant to, every time it’s been because I was struggling myself.

So now, that has become the negative weakness that I run circles around doing my level best to keep it undetectable. This tough girl can’t ask for help because the only thing I’ve been able to formulate is too scary to ask the people I care about most. It’s scary because the words might hurt feelings or become misunderstood. I’d rather battle alone than hurt more people.

So instead I ordered that electric bike I have been thinking about for a while now. It’s much more than I have, and I’ll spend months paying for it, but it’ll help me solve part of the bigger picture. I’ll start the first clear-weather day-off I have after it gets here. I need to ride my route to work on a day off to know how long it will take me for actually commuting. Then, weather permitting I will do that as often as possible, even through winter.

As for the emotions, exercise definitely helps, but at some point I still have to let them out. It is a type of energy, and holding that energy will always prevent the energy I do want, from flowing. I’ll keep practicing, and hopefully I can find a way to release enough for my arm to completely return to normal and stay that way.

May you have emotional support and release when you need it. May you understand your injuries in all the ways and find an easy path to healing them. May you have all the tools and people you need and find a way to communicate safely even in turmoil. May you know everything is okay, and above all may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti