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Keeping my word: update 2

*image sourced from Pexels library, is not Atutmn*

My visit with Autumn in the hospital was very good and very needed. She is a beautiful woman that has been hurt many times in her life, and in horrible atrocious ways. I think more than anything that is her biggest hurdle to being well.

I took her a $15 orchid from Hy-Vee (midwestern grocery chain). She cried because they were beautiful and unexpected.

She cried several times, because she explained that she honestly had a wary reaction to our offer to help, along the lines of: ‘what do they want from me’.

It took me explaining my journey with mental health caused by thyroid disease (which I now know probably has it’s root cause in a chronic viral infection) and how much I have had to go through and deal with and figure out on my own. I explained that when I begged God to help me pull up and fix everything, that I had promised to return the favor to others, and she was simply my first encounter to fit the bill.

I also explained to her that for both mine and Nathan’s hospital stays 8 and 10 years ago, there was no one that helped us navigate those times. I simply said “everyone needs someone sometimes, and Nathan and I didn’t have that someone when we needed it, so when I realized she didn’t have anyone, I was determined to be there for her”. She cried again.

We connected on similar childhood journeys and the battle with depression, including many of the symptoms that leave a person feeling crazy and like no one understands. She was amazed when to her comment of “sometimes the world seems so flat and two dimensional”, my response was “like everything looks like cardboard cutouts, like paper dolls”. I explained that I now know that is a symptom of brain swelling combined with exhaustion, your brain literally compresses your view into a more easily processed flattened image, it helps conserve energy and enables processing when the physical structure of the brain is literally under pressure. I told her my last bout of that was when the virus flared 3 weeks ago, and it made driving home very difficult. She cried again, and I cried too.

She was so relieved that someone really truly understood what she was going through. That she wasn’t alone and that there was hope. I told her I’m not perfect, I still have bad days and fall downs, but I will take my occasional fails over the constant struggle of years and years past. I reassured her it isn’t the easiest fix, and can be really hard to maintain, but is totally worth it. She wanted to live to try, and that is huge.

She has had a much harder adult life than I have and that led to some of her current woes. The infection itself started when a drug dealer abducted her and forceably shaved her with a dirty razor. That was the precipitating event that was ended with a police standoff and her being admitted to hospital care. That was one of many horrendous stories she shared with me and Nathan. My heart goes out to her, no one ever deserves to be treated like that.

Regardless, I promised her that I knew several things we could try if she made it out of the hospital. Things that would help with her depression and possibly other health concerns that have been sidelined by trauma and the MRSA infection. Even some techniques that combined with her psychiatric care might help release some of the traumas’ damage. I will not replace the pros, merely supplement.

I also told her if I had known about her job loss, I could have helped with that too, but now we’ll have to wait for her to get better. See, like me she was working with an elderly woman doing home health. Where I go and come from several people, she had one lady that she worked with all the time and that lady had passed away causing her to lose her source of income. I told her that I am connected to the elder care network in this city so well, that if I had known I could have found her work quickly. She cried more.

She was simply overwhelmed that Nathan and I are so willing to help her in what seems to her as huge ways. She said “To think I went to a cafe so many years ago to read a book to escape my father’s abuse.” I told her “I know, sometimes you never know when you meet someone as to what it will mean later”.

Please do keep sending prayers. I may have given her just enough of a nudge of encouragement for her to pull through, but only time and God will tell.


On another note, a friend of ours from college, living in Iowa, is going through a rough journey as well. He could also use prayers. He has more of a support network, but he has small children like me and as you’ll see below and equally scary prognosis as Autumn.

These are challenging times, and the virus of the news is really the least of the problems. The news still wants you to think it is the worst, but I really don’t think it is. I keep reminding people that if someone has health problems slowly taking their lives and corona polishes them off, then corona gets the sole blame. I will not be one bit surprised if at the end of the year, the heart disease, cancer, and other death stats are far lower than they typically trend. It’s how they are padding numbers to make the stats scary.

Beyond that, we are experiencing a global shift and the survivors will be the ones that take care of themselves, but also help humanity find oneness and healing.

If you get stuck in fear, anger, or divisiveness it will likely cause you much more immediate problems. The more time you spend in negative thought patterns, the more likely you will suffer and may not survive. I know this is my biggest challenge, but it really is for everyone, especially with the external input we have available at this time.

You must honor yourself and your needs as much as you are able. You must quiet the mind as much as you are able. You must look for your inner being as much as you are able. And when all else fails look for the flowers or cute kids or adorable animals to distract yourself and find moments of positivity. It is difficult, and I too struggle to do so at times, but coming together and aiming for positive solutions is the main solution for everything.

I half want to write a post expounding on why medicine is scared over this or any virus (the lack of post-contraction treatment beyond symptom relief); but I halfway don’t, because it would cause me to focus on things that piss me off and which I have no solution for personally. I want medicine to solve the problem, but acknowledge there are mechanisms far beyond my control preventing the corporate desire to want the ability to cure chronic viral infections.

I know focusing on that topic for too long would be detrimental to me. I may still work on that post a little at a time. It needs pointed out and expounded on, but if I am to do that I will have to do so in manageable ways that help maintain my own energetically-sovereign-self. We shall eventually see if I can do it or not.

May you find ways to maintain your energetically-sovereign-self and stay buoyant in these challenging times. May you take care of yourself enough to survive the shift. May you see ways to help others do the same. May we all reach for oneness and helping humanity progress for the better. May you see the value of acceptance of others and oneness, and thus enable humanity to improve and survive the shift as a collective. If you are certain it is your time to go, and none of this is possible for you, then may you have the easiest quickest gentlest transition possible. May we all know that God loves and supports all of us and wants all of humanity to grow in positive ways. May you see that God really wants us to genuinely care about those around us, regardless of blood ties or any other superficial ties. May you share the light that helps us all get through our days just a bit easier.

Siva Hir Su

Withdrawn Again

I’ve set my site to private for now, so if you’re reading this in present tense, it means you care enough to have reached out on some level. I thank you deeply from my heart.

For those that may read this way later, if I reopen my blog, I wish you only blessings. I needed space and felt too much scrutiny to stay public for now. Writing is my way to process my world and it helps me reach for better. Sometimes I feel like others miss that point, and judgments are passed improperly. I needed to process without scrutiny for a change.

I have had moments that are hard to put into words because they involve the unseen. I’m getting information, but not enough to matter. One of my duo is hurting and I feel it. The other seems to be trying to be supportive, but I don’t understand what I feel and why, and neither will reach out to me and tell the truth. I have reached out several times to the one which I think I feel as being the supportive one, without success, and feel like they must think I am crazy. I also wonder if I am crazy or becoming a stalker, I had thoughts about trying to go overseas and find them, but I don’t know enough truth to even make that attempt. I would be the crazy person wandering the streets going up to complete strangers trying to ask them questions based on half truths and unknowns, and that’s assuming I could navigate language barriers. I don’t want to be that person, so I am trying yet again in vain to disconnect.

Then the american guy. There’s been thoughts and feelings there too, but that seem to be falling flat. I had a discussion about one of my hopes with another person, and their perspective left me wondering what the hell I’m doing. I almost feel like I’ve got it all wrong and there isn’t any hope. Again, I can’t fix the problem, because it is bigger than anyone lets on. Solutions could be found if I and others were respected and we all came together, but at the moment I feel like it would be better to just walk away quietly.

Pile on top of that my father. I suspected that he has been digitally stalking me, and this week I had validation, a couple of times over. With him too I wish no malice, but his negativity is a thick lead blanket threatening to drag me down and drown me. I know I can not get through to him to create the understanding needed to change that, I’ve tried several times over. I’m fairly certain that he is the one that keeps creating the energetic ripple of ‘Nathan needs to go’. He simply refuses to even try to get to know my husband, my love, my reason to keep going. Sadly it is probably based on some old long standing grudge over being replaced by a black person years ago. What he fails to see is that the companies that replaced him with a black person, did so because they could get an equally or more skilled person at half the cost. It was okay for the company as a cost saver, but disrespected the black person’s value. Beyond that if my father had been offered the job at what they gave the black people he would have been offended by being under valued by the company, but doesn’t see that is what they did to the person they actually hired. So it’s ludicrous to hold the grudge in the first place, but it causes him to think the worst of all black people, even my husband. Two children later, he still wants me to leave my love, and won’t even acknowledge that I do indeed love Nathan. I simply can not stand for that, so I’ve gone private.

This lesson I am struggling with. I love these people with all my heart, but they are hurting me energetically and emotionally, and disrespecting me. They don’t understand that refusing to see all of who I am and what I care about, is that which hurts me. I don’t want to be hurt by their negativity- I know I deserve better, but I do care about them, my compassion is allowing me to be trampled. I am allowing myself to be hurt by their actions and their state of being. I don’t know yet, how to prevent their negativity from hurting me. I just know there is a way to still love them and not be hurt by their actions and vibrations. One day I will figure it out and it will no longer matter.

Yet it has given me another moment of understanding how God must feel at times. God wants to love us all, and wants us to love each other, but we are so busy picking at each other and being so selfish that we hurt each other. I know God loves us all based on our core spirit, even someone as horrible as Trump. That man is so busy hurting other humans that I know God must be very sad over the way he is treating other people. Additionally, I find myself hating him for all the hurtful actions he has done, but God wants us to find love and compassion for all, not just some. We are intended to be lifting each other up and celebrating love and positive actions, but we are too busy picking at each other to care. Our picking, hurtful actions and hate of others: they all hurts ourselves, because they cut our connection to God.

This moment has been amplified over the horrible storm that hit the Midwest this week. It affected much of my family, as several of them live in Iowa in the path of the storm. Yet very little has made the news about it. When Nathan and I went looking, after having talked to my mom, we found a few articles with pictures from just a couple of towns. Yet this storm has been called an inland hurricane and decimated hundreds of miles of land across 4 states, and millions of acres of crops were ruined. It was worse damage than caused by the 2008 Floods to hit Iowa. In recent history Joplin Missouri was decimated by a huge tornado and the country rushed to the rescue, those same 2008 floods also had the country rush to the rescue. We have rescued so many areas from such horrible things, but right now the country and the world are so busy arguing over politics, masks, and Covid that this massive horrible event is going ignored. My mom said it could be another week or two even until her area gets power back, and the flattened substation that services her home serves most of a two county area. People are running out of perishable foods, fuel, and there is no electrical service and thus anything impacted by loss of electricity. There are hundreds of thousands of people without power across 4 states and in several major cities, but the death toll is not astronomical, so hey lets not care or anything.

Except that death is not the only cause of suffering, neither is disease. Yet, this suffering of hundreds of thousands of people is fixable in short order if we came together and even acknowledged it. Just like Joplin, Puerto Rico, Wildfires, and the 2008 Floods: we could bring quick solutions if we cared. God wants us to see the quick solutions and do them, God wants us to help each other, God wants us to set aside differences &/or fears and help each other in every way, not just some ways for some people.

But I am one singular confused person, trying to sort out my own puzzle, and figure out how to prevent allowing people I care about to hurt me. The best I can do is go get my mom for a visit and spare her from sitting in the dark alone for days on end. I might also be able to bring her neighbors a bit of something to help them get through. Beyond that I have no idea what to do because there doesn’t seem to be any official system for helping in a broader sort of way. It’s saddening.

I know I am here in this world to help others and do my best to bring the light. Sometimes that seems to be extra difficult. Sometimes, I simply have to try and find my way back to the light myself. You can’t give light if you are having trouble seeing it yourself.

I am valuable, I am worthy. I deserve love and respect and truthful apologies. I am a good person and I am doing my best. I deserve to have others see that and acknowledge my improvement. Yet, I deserve to see my own improvement and my own progress and I deserve to have things I desire without penalty. I deserve the ability to overcome suffering, especially because of things outside of my control. I deserve to feel more at peace, and I deserve to be able to love others without being hurt. I deserve better understanding and higher vibrations. I deserve to be accepted as I am, for who I am, wholly and completely and find full healing for my brain and my body. I deserve for those that I love to come together and love each other and support each other, because that is what is right for humanity, but also simply because I love them. If God loves them and I love them, then they are worth others loving as well. They all have value in one way or another, I want for humanity to start seeing the value, the love, the good, and the reasons to come together. I deserve to enjoy life and see the good more.

May you see the good and enjoy life. May you understand life’s lessons. May you find ways to support God and humanity. May you focus on uplifting the world and being there for fellow humans. May you accept the good in others and work on finding common ground. May you accept others simply because someone you know loves them. May you see everyone’s value. May you want to get to know others. May you find ways to drop the negatives and allow God’s goodness in your life. May you reach for feeling better and helping the world.

Siva Hir Su.

All that is, ever has been, and ever will be.

That’s one of many descriptions, definitions if you will, of God. The weight of that statement carries with it the finite nature of the infinite creator. If God is all of that then he’s literally seen everything, experienced everything. He’s bored.

So today I wished I could change that for God. Today I wished I could do something so radically different it would surprise even the divine.

I did not want that just for me, but truly for God because I had a moment where everything was not just feeling the same, but that I felt any choice I made would bring more of the same in guise of something different. I realized that God is probably saying the same thing: I could do that, but it’ll just bring more ___.

One thing is for certain, if I die this year, it won’t be because of covid19. There are far larger fish to fry in my sea. No it’ll be because of a sense of completeness.

I thought about how many diseases God has experienced. I thought about humanity itself. There is a finite number, albeit extremely massive, of the ways genes can combine to create a body. That means that over millennia my body has existed probably several times over. Hell there’s probably been two or three of me that even had similar energetic junk to deal with. So God has literally seen it all. There are no more surprises. Thanks Battlestar Galactica for that bit of knowing.

I felt a sense of resignation with all of that. I don’t know what that’ll translate into. I have not experienced even an infintesimal fraction of what God has, but yet I am seeing how most any decision I make will bring more of the same in guise of different. There is no right answer.

All I do know is that I wish for more for God, for good for God, for something for God to look forward to. I don’t have an answer for myself, so I have no idea how to accomplish that, but it’s in my vortex now.

What I do know is I don’t like this world we’re in right now. My quality of life has plummeted, mostly from a sense that my profession though massively helpful in many ways is now seen as risky simply because I touch people. Even though massage has repeatedly been shown to lower stress levels and boost the immune system, I am seen as non-essential. The relaxation and stress reduction I provide is only acknowledged when people hit max density, instead of much sooner when it is best at preventing problems and illness. I could sanitize every surface every hour, even walls, and people would still avoid my service out of fear. The resulting ripple in my ability to support my family doesn’t help any.

I’ve heard of several people committing suicide this week and I’ve already been fighting off the desire myself. The solution has already begun to be far worse than the disease itself. What good is it to save lives from a virus to have them lost to suicide and crime resulting from the solution. I will do my best to stay buoyant and to keep reaching for better regardless, and will do my best to maintain the shreds of my quality of life through my art and music and meditations.

What I do know is I have hit my limits for wanting to solve anything myself. I have lost earthly desire. I do know that thanks to the chiropractor and kinesiology, I have a few things to eliminate from my diet (again). But God knew that would happen too.

I had a sense that God is sitting there listing off dismisally: ants go do ant things, birds do bird things,…,…, Humans go do human things….

It might catch him off guard if humans started acting like birds. Just sayin’.

What if we just started with “love thy neighbor” instead of stay 6 feet from anyone. How about instead of don’t touch, we demonstrated confident kindness and compassion. How about instead of taking for granted the portion of society that has the luxury to be able to work from home, we rallied for those that can’t. How about recognizing that everything in this world exists because it was essential to someone at some point- it wouldn’t have continued if it weren’t essential for many. How about instead of shunning others for everything perceived as negative we take a moment to reach for compassionate understanding of how they might have gotten there.

May we all love our fellow humans, may we act more like wildlife and go with the flow of life. May we all find brighter more loving linings. May we find a way to surprise and delight God. May we put God first in all of our decisions and stop trying to be God. May we all see the repetitions with fresh eyes and better perspective. May we all find better solutions.

Siva Hir Su