Hole in the soul

I want to write but somehow I do not finish a post and when I do I re-read it (NEW) and start changing stuff (NEW) until I get lost and then start a new post. That has been going on for a few weeks now. So I’m trying again. See what comes up.

In short: I have been all over the place since I left my job 2 weeks ago but things are settling down now and my last official working day finished 8 hours ago.

The wife of my boss whispered another ‘you really need to get laid’ in my ear when we parted. And I do not want to go into this feeling again but I need to list it for future reference because I want to inform you and myself that really this is how people are. #Metoo and me telling her 4 times over that I do NOT want her to discuss anything sexual about me did obviously not reach her. So again I leave a workspace not because I want to but because I am not able to deal with the (stupidity of) other people. (Arrogance much?) Guess this needs to change at some point. She also said that she had never in her life met somebody whose personality was so alike that of her husband (my boss) and that it had astounded her again and again: ‘You seem to be the same person, you think and act alike.” He and I differ 3 days in age so I guess there is some proof for horoscopes. πŸ™‚

I took her up on the needing to get laid and I started ‘dating’ one of the workfloor guys. Ghegheghe… there I was thinking it would be easy. Had a sober-first kiss (NEW), had a sober first bra taken off (NEW), the girls fell down (NEW 😦 ) and got a sober first fright like “WHAAAA!!!! Not sure if I am up to do this.” I had a lot of flashback to unhappier sexual activities. Not nice. I was afraid that would happen now when trying to have sober sex and being more aligned with my senses. But I had not thought it would show up so quickly with so little trigger. One hand lustfully groping instead of holding and feeling set off all the alarm bells. Well, well… yes, I had seen it coming. Yes I did not listen to me (he is gorgeous, like drooling from the corner of my mouth gorgeous – when I first saw him I had this surge of ‘I want’ going through me – psychiatrist say you need to quickly run away when that happens but, hey, I do things the hard way…. I am entitled to stupidity so Thou shalst not deny me more stupidity and misery πŸ™‚ ).Β  Lucky me he is as complicated as I am so I guess now we are not fuck-buddies but hug-buddies with a tiny hint of sexy. And that is actually really really nice. πŸ™‚ I just found 2 Tantra books in my cabinet and I’m thinking I should work through these to see if they can help me with this. Letting go is another important possibility.

I notice that I am loud about stuff which is important to me. I do not want to be like that anymore. I miss my more considered self. Not sure why I need to be all out there. I guess it is another state of addiction of not wanting to feel. 😦 I am so tired of living. So tired of being me. When addiction goes untreated things go wrong in a person. I guess that has been happening with me over the last 1,5 year or so. I don’t want to write about it. And it is not all bad, although I am so very tired of, well, yeah, being me. Lately I also noticed that my whole body, my energy system is starting to function again. I can laugh again sometimes, relax, enjoy and joke again. I am cleaning my house, just sorted out a meter of books to sell or give away. I am cooking again. I helped out my friend a few days with his shop. So, I guess that is all good.

This new liveliness might have to do with the homeopathic medicine I am taking. I am still on the medicineΒ  Vernix Caseosa which is (diluted, diluted, diluted!) waxy stuff from a newborn baby. It is meant to create an extra layer around a person. I guess I could do with that. πŸ™‚ And obviously the hug-buddy is of influence on my kundalini. πŸ˜€

The homeopathic medicine does however bring all kinds of things about my vanished twin brother to the surface. So much that I did not want to involve myself with the subject anymore and turned off FB to read a book. Ooh, gosh, this is about twins. Hmm, let’s watch a movie. Aaaah, movie about twins. Well, might as well turn Facebook back on. Look a cute movie about two girls, one black, on white and they, oooh, they think they are twins. Aah.. well, I’ll just take the train to my friend and gosh, this men sitting opposite me starts talking to me about his lost sister and twin-sister. Right….

My heart had difficulty beating those days, it literally hurt, it was so heavy, so sad. I spoke with a friend and she said, if it were her issue she would go to a shaman and then she mentioned one. (She also told me to go to the GP btw but I feared I would be on intensive care an hour later if I would, so I did not.) Did not know there were shamans in the Netherlands! So I googled him; the google maps photo of his practise has a woman with a twin pram in front of it. I can’t even think this shit up.

twinpram

 

In continuance of the twin brother issues: I have dreamt of my boss walking around in my dreams trying to find me and tell me that he misses me. There is this glass layer between us and I think he can not see me, he is just searching while I am standing there. Frozen in time. I can not react because if we would connect we would both explode with all the built up energy and things unsaid. No, don’t worry, nothing sexual – but I guess there is a weirdness over the closeness we had which would normally be worked out sexually. But that would have been an absolute no-no. It would not work either, I energetically zoomed in once on him once trying to find his sexual energy and all I found is that he’s not my cup of tea. I felt him energetically zoom in at me several times and slammed the door shut. Hmm, did I tell you that was after I let him appraise me several times while I was being brainy and al managerial. In order to be effective it is better to slam the door shut when he thinks he can enter, not? πŸ˜€ Ooh, sorting out what is true in this is so confusing when in the situation. Guessing here denial is a tool for survival too.

I don’t know, well, I do know; the moment we first met he mentioned that we differ 3 days in age and at that moment I projected this ‘You are my lost twin brother!’ thing on him. He was my brother, I was his sister. My brothers always need taking care off even before they know that themselves. The die, so I need to save them, I needed to save my boss. Not sure what his issue is. Ooh, I do know! It is exactly what is going on: he can not be in contact, he can not find ‘me’ (his sister) She is there, all is well, and then she leaves. Oh my god. How sad! His wife says he is an autist. That is not true, he just can’t find her. He is living his trauma. Oh my god. This is so sad. (Well, projected sad but I think I’m right here). My former former boss (the woman) said about him: ‘He can not hold onto his staff’ – that is such a typical vanishing twin thing: not being able to hold on to, well, anything. Always, always on the road, searching for I don’t know what. Well, I do know. 😦 Looking for the person who is not there. To feel whole again. To fill this hole in the soul.

Ever since we have been in this brother-sister bond where we assume to understand each other completely, take that for granted as if we have known eachother for years and are angry when this in reality does not seem to be so. And as in any brother – sister relation sex sometimes pops up by accident and is banished immediately too. And anger builds there because anger is a solid foundation to base a decision on. So I guess, looking back, it is not strange that I left. Looking back I think the alternative was an enormous falling out. To those not familiar with Vanishing Twins, there are some education vids on YouTube if you like. Mainly it is about people who were created as twin or multiple of which one or more died in the womb. Funny in a not so funny way this influences the personality a lot. Almost all things found in addiction can also be found in the life of a person who is a half twin. I see the connection there within me. Does not have to be, but I’m thinking there is. For me there is truth in it.

Well, I have started to meditate. My hug buddy is from somewhere Middle-East and he says: “If I have problem I sit down and think of nothing. It is good. You think too much. Relax.” πŸ™‚ ❀ How is that not good for me :-). So I sit down and think of nothing. πŸ™‚

My birthday falls in this period before Christmas. I always cry a lot the days before I have my birthday. Again and again I feel like I failed at life. While actually I did an amazing thing this year: got the company I worked for to a hell of a high score on their certification. Learned that I could learn and manage an enormous load of new information in a short time and make company policy out of that. Aah, well, I can try to be grateful for that but mainly I am sad because I had to leave to make myself safe again.

I did realise one thing: I have several things which are repetitive, the thought of ‘I have to leave anyway’ and ‘They will destroy it anyway’ and ‘If it is nice it will go away.’ have stuck with me for all my life. No idea who They are but in my life I can always point out some ‘they’s’. Well, at some point in time the last week I realised that the assumption that I have to leave anyway comes from having to leave the womb. This theory just aligned for a few seconds with all my cells so I guess it is one of those personal truths. My mother said I came into this world SCREAMING with anger, no, rage. My mother, baby/kids nurse for I think at least 4 years, had never in her life seen such an angry baby. I found it all very unfair to be born (this way?). Guess that is one of the ‘childish’ notions I have about this life: unfair. I’m thinking these notions stop me from doing what I need to do. And obviously Facebook helped me along with this beautiful tile:

considerforamomentwhatyoucallyourpersonality

I think I should write a post on answering that question for myself. Things are ‘separating’ within. One second I can be in an emotional hell and the other moment I think: ‘mwoah, let it go, let it go, it is not now.’ Which often works. But then I can step back into the ‘drama’ (?) easily too, like with the trying of having sexy action.

For a while I have been thinking that I (we humans?) tend to hold on to experiences too long. Letting go would make life so much easier. Not there yet but it is starting to happen. Need to keep on meditating. πŸ™‚ The cat LOVES it when I sit down. She climbs on my lap and sleeps within no time. No tail wagging which is her normal restless situation. πŸ™‚

A woman who loves herself would pay more attention to herself but shit I have so much I need to hide from. I can not do ‘this life’ on my own. It just often hurts too much to be aware off. I prefer Netflix then. But I guess I have to sort out how and where to work. No inspiration yet.

Yesterday, when the hug buddy came along I had bought some clay as an inspirational act which I thought: let’s follow that. I started making a little baby, my brother. With whatever part of the body I was claying I had these flashbacks to his health. Somehow I think that if I know why he died I do not have to blame myself.

The man I met on the train was mentally handicapped (is that how you say this?). He reminded me a lot of my brother. I wonder if my brother was mentally handicapped too. Thing is: in the womb that does not matter yet, the womb is about existing – well, moving in and out of existence sometimes but building up a connection to the body, settling, incarnating. And awareness of the world and body slowly grows and is there. From the experience in which I relived being in the womb and seeing, feeling my brother die I know that awareness was already there. We as people in this life just don’t remember it because we are trained in mental and physical skills in this world, not in awareness. The overstressing of the importance of mental skills diminishes the awareness. And then later, after we all got addicted we go do yoga and meditate to get the awareness back πŸ˜‰ .

The clay puppet is not done yet. Can’t finish anything these days. So I left it under a wet paper. Now the bottom side of the puppet is soaked and feels as yukkie as the body of my brother did when he died. I’m thinking this clay practise is a good thing because it gives me a canvas (well, clay) to project on. Things just ‘pop up’. Like folding and bending and forming and then suddenly: the neck was not like that, the head was (still) bend forward. I guess tiny things like these will at some point enable me to find the age range in which he died. But I don’t want to look at fetus photo’s now because that could influence my process.

Well, that is a long post again. And another one for me more than for you possibly. I am not fully selfish if you think so. I worked in my friends shop for 1,5 days, helped a lost and crying woman at the train station, ha, found another cat and got it back to its owner (this time all online, but still). Cooked for a friend, for neighbours, for my family. Gave some spiritual advise to a friend of mine. And I gave some Dutch lessons to a Middle East man but, well, that turned into something totally different. πŸ™‚

A woman who loves herself would really really really start to take better care. I have no clue how to incorporate that other than through not feeling ashamed for outside sources. Ooh, that is called accountability. πŸ™‚ So, I guess I need to keep on inviting a certain person to my house in order to clean it well. Or…? Isn’t it funny that biology can fix in one afternoon what I myself could not do on will power for half a year? vacuuming my floor and cleaning out some rubbish. πŸ™‚ If that is the way, that is the way.

I’m off to bed. I wish you all a nice, sober, aware holiday season. Remember whatever shit you might find yourself in: there is no problem that does not get worse with drinking. πŸ™‚ And for those who are still on the fence when it comes to drinking and whose mind does not want to compute the double negative here is the simple version: alcohol always makes everything worse. Just so you know. I did not for years. I thought alcohol made things better. That is a lie you have been fed by the alcohol industry and society and now your own internal addict might be telling you the same lies. That is nasty. But for me, realising this statement is true will made it easier to fight urges. Well, it quenched the urges. Or helped me to see them as a passing train. Standing on the track trying to block the urge train with will power is tiring and in the end pretty destructive. Stepping away from the track to a safe distance and just letting the urge train pass is way nicer. And easier. πŸ˜‰ Wishing you strength and wisdom if you need it. I will most likely not be doing anything with Christmas so feel free to mail or comment.

I am happy that I quit. I would have made such a huge mistake with the hug-buddy otherwise. πŸ™‚

xx, Feeling

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Anger. Sadness. Happiness!

Happy? Yep, happy. How come? Different mindset. 2 Weeks ago I informed my boss that I would not be taking on a new contract. The work makes me ill physically and emotionally. The company where I work has difficulty with boundaries because there is no management on the production floor. My boss expects everybody to perform without guidance and he does that on trust. This works for 80% of the work and the other 20% does not get done because people do not feel like it or do not have knowledge on how to do it correctly. Which is exactly how a company loses money. My job is in the 20% but I get no tools or budget to do my business there and quite frankly; most people don’t want their job to change.

I fitted in PERFECTLY since I have difficulty with boundaries I went head first and all in. That got us to a place where we got ourself a top score on an important industry test / audit. But all in all, going head first and all in is never a good idea and that is what will cause havoc later. Now this approach is not useful anymore and in order to stay healthy I need to set boundaries. Due to my nature I have difficulty doing that. As a person I have a weak connection to my ‘starting point’. Based on reliving an experience in the womb where my twin brother died, I believe that my energetic boundaries were crushed in that process and I got ‘dislocated’ in this world – within myself. Without myself. Not sure where I went, how to phrase it, but that’s how it feels. And I am actually pretty sure that is what and how it happened. This is my truth. An uncomfortable one, and one that set me on an unhealthy path but hey, learning experience (?).

So, back to boundaries: don’t have them. Worked ok. Then nearly got me killed by being so overworked and lost in myself that I thought it would be better if I did not exist. Then hope came along in the shape of a book (why are you not surprised? πŸ™‚ ) advised to me by my GP. It is about homeopathic medicine in the weirdest way. And addresses issues like ‘not having boundaries’ and ‘feelings running wild’. Ha! Recognise that? :-). So… while I still thought I had a job I went all addicty on this new stuff and ordered every different dilution of everything I might ever need in my life. πŸ™‚ Spending the amount of a 4 day holiday on that.

I started with Vernix Caseosa (homeopathic dilution obviously!) which is about developing boundaries and partially about incarnating. Obviously a GOOD concept. πŸ™‚ One good thing is that I lost interest in suicidal thoughts. Sounds frivolous but that is what happened; directly after taking Vernix and quitting I did not see suicide as a solution anymore. Guessing that is goodlike. πŸ™‚ Don’t know, because when in that state I think that stepping out is a goodlike. So it balances out, still, meaning that I am not overwhelmed with joy yet. But I have this morality which says that choosing life is better than revoking it. So I guess that sort of settles it, even though it does not add up inside yet.

Well, immediately after taking Vernix (boundaries) I experienced physical sensations where my ‘being’ would reach out to my skin level and be able to exist there. My skin is very, very tight, like always tense, on edge and keeping people, influences, energy out. Now I felt I could relax there. NEW!!

I also experienced the lack of boundaries in my work and other people’s work and all the issues became apparent! So ab-so-lu-te-ly overly right-in-my-face apparent. And gosh I got ANGRY, you can not believe how angry I got. I wrote a 2 pager to burn the my boss’ wife’s department to the ground in explaining them how they do not function in any way. I did not send it out because at my boss question if “Does that make them cry and go home early?” I answered that this would indeed be the intent and goal. So I got a “No.” 😦 Bummer. πŸ˜€

So, yep, I was mad! Told my boss I was so angry that I was going home and would work from home till the next day where we would meet. That was ok-ish. Next day he said my attitude had worried him. I kindly replied that if he had worried about other people’s attitudes towards me we would not be sitting here having this conversation.Β  To which h agreed actually. And then the whole monologue of all the stupidities of my co-workers spilled out and it was dark, dirty but healing to get it off my chest and informative to my boss. Yes, I mentioned my own inability to deal with it too. It is not a one way thing obviously.

Never in my life I had experienced work boundaries so clearly as I did and shit.. whoa…. they hurt. But it hurts more if they are not there. I have experienced that as a sensation, a feeling but that left. I now only know it as knowledge, with my brain – my tendency is still to not like boundaries but, slowly things are changing. No boundaries is a good recipe for pain. As a person with an addictive personality, say more ‘lacking boundaries’ in all ways these can be understood, it is frustrating to come up against them. On one hand I feel the peace of energetically developing boundaries and realising my co-workers cross these day by day. On the other hand the fear of really incarnating within this world, this body drives me nuts when I think of it. Just seconds but whaaaa, the energetic power in that is tremendous. Talk about pressure cooker under pressure. “Breathe, relax, drink water.” But also: “If I am really here, I can be really hurt and they can do to me what they want. So I prefer to be not here.” They = my personal boogeyman.

Ooh, did I tell you I had 2 guys coming up to me congratulating me (or more: themselves) with me leaving “So we can finally, maybe, meet some time after work?”
Wot?!!! And then: Yesssssss!!! Incarnation does have its added pleasures as well. πŸ˜€ I had forgotten about that. I had planned on not doing stupid things since both of them are married. Once is actually married with two women at the same time and not living with either – that is very well possible in the Middle East. Is he an ass? Well, he’s been set up by his parents who married him off at 19 and has not seen his wives in ages. Does that make it ok? Don’t know. On the one hand I am thinking I should not get carried away in this. On the other hand: he is a freakishly handsome son of gods and my brain shuts down when I see him, my knees buckle…. who am I to go against nature? Ok, weak excuse.

Did I mention boundaries before? And developing them? Ha! Out comes karma to lay down another trap disguised as a young Eastern prince with a gorgeous appearance coming up to me and literally offering himself because “I can feel you are interested in me.” Ooh yes! Obviously I said; “No.” because work.

I have been interested since day one that I saw him. Even though we hardly ever spoke he felt that and acted upon it. Luckily I have developed a natural shyness when it comes to intimacy since being sober but indeed I did shave armpits this morning. And you all know what starting to shave means. Sigh. Well, in a month time I will be free of the contract and we shall see. No chipper frolicking before hand. πŸ˜€

People think my boss is going to ask me to stay. He certainly started to appreciate me again when I was training him to take over my job. That was good fun. πŸ™‚ I am going to miss this. He organises my brain very nicely. I appreciate that.

All in all things have been difficult for a few days when being over the top, out of this world angry, until, haha, I read up in my ‘Inspiring homeopathy’ book from Tinus Smits who, says the next step in the homeopathic process of this extreme anger. Which is only logical obviously because the biological purpose of anger is to guard our boundaries. And when I get aware of boundaries no wonder anger pops up. Duh?!

So…. Would I have not given up my job if I would have been aware of this? I think so. So is it a bad idea to leave? Not sure. Today I am ok, after 3 days of weekend. But on a daily base I bike to and from work crying. Which is 14-15 kilometers of crying. That is quitΒ  a lot. Officially I do not have the right to unemployment benefits because I ‘left’ and did not get fired. Hoping my boss will help me out with that because I need some rest to regroup. But he actually is not like that, says that able-bodied people should not receive benefits.

My family thinks I should have / should call in sick and get sick leave money. Which is understandable because the situation actually makes me sick. But I don’t want to go there because that keeps me in believing that I am unrepairable and victimized while I think I ‘just’ need to finish this neatly and get over it. Like I did with the last job. And ghegheghe… make better choices next time.

If I had put any thought to this when I started the job I would have known this would happen, actually, I knew this was going to get out of hand due to management lacking. I did not know about the verbal sexual abuse and neither of the other almost 20 ‘tips’ the boss’ wife was going to give me on my appearance. 😦 I think I would not have felt so absolutely alone if that had not happened. Possibly I could have dealt with the other issues better if I had felt supported and felt that I could actually say something about it to my boss. But he’s going to hate his wife for this – he is very much against any of her demeaning jokes and bully behaviour. So I can not tell him. Crying now. All is totally natural and understandable and totally unfair and I feel so powerless in this.

What I did learn as well is that, apart from all that is lacking in me, I have tremendous business insights in process and where the money is made and where it is not. I sense where things are going wrong in an instance and see through all the mechanisms quickly. I quickly come up with solutions which are complete and sustainable, including the human factor which, in this company often means: teaching, restoring respect, having personal contact, improving team spirit by working on tiny ‘stupid’ issues as complaints like: “They never inform me when they leave or ask me if I need help.”

I am happy that I quit. In many ways. But I am worried about why I keep on ending up in companies with women crossing all kinds of boundaries with me. Not sure how to approach. If anybody has a tip there I am eager to hear. 😦 Apart from me developing some boundaries so that people do not even THINK of crossing them. Pfff. I already look like a fricking schoolteacher without money, I can’t really downgrade even more without being picked up by the police for tramping.

Ok, gheghe, maybe I should change the name of this blog into ‘struggles of a non repairing addict’. But no! I am actually happy ever so now and then lately! Not having to do the frustrating, shitty parts of work in my job anymore make it very relaxing. Knowing that I can actually leave is very nice even though I am very sad and I do not want to, I’m thinking my time here is up and I have wrecked myself yet again / let myself be wrecked again. Whatever. Not healthy. Can’t deal. Leaving for new pastures, nothing left to lose here.

I am happy to see what lies ahead. As I realise I still have a lot to lose, don’t want to be disrespectful to those who have lost more than I. But I am happy that I am free to change. Something is in the air. πŸ™‚

I am happy that I quit. This is an exciting journey. A women who loves herself would have loved herself a little earlier possibly so it would not have to come to quitting jobs, being overworked, feeling down and miserable. BUT, then I would not have gotten informed of the new homeopathic stuff I found so…. there is a silver lining here. πŸ™‚

Wishing you a happy, sober new day.

xx, Feeling

 

There is hope :-) <3

Yay! You can’t believe what has been handed to me, on a plate…. I’m back. Well, not yet, but I have hopes I could be. Happy now. πŸ™‚

Since my boat started sinking I have been seeing my GP once a week. Just to ‘keep check on me’. She’s a homeopathic doctor with a GP license. She believes in people healing themselves and she is willing to help that process along with her knowledge and intuition. I like that.Β What I like about her is that she cares, but let me decide what I do or do not want and she does not push things on me. I like that too. πŸ™‚

When I spoke with her about the vanishing twin, me feeling not ‘incarnated’ in this world and lacking self-care she pointed me at the site of Tinus Smits. Smits is a Dutch homeopathic doctor who, as I understand it, focussed on matching homeopathic medicine to different layers of development of the human being. And with that he found, as most doctors would I guess, that some medicine speak to the body very well, and others more to the mind and then finally to the spirit and the connection of the spirit to the universe. (these are my words to how I understand what is written on the website)

Well, this morning I did a little reading through the several (rather funny…) medicines on the site I found:

  • people low in self-care
  • missing ‘a layer’, not able to filter impressions out, not able to stand up for themselves
  • extremely sensitive to impressions, feelings of others, food.
  • unaware of what feelings belongs to them and what belongs to the other
  • the feeling of not being incarnated in this body / world
  • indulging in sweetness and chocolate
  • emotionally unstable (I assume you noticed? :-D)
  • hypoglycemia, obesity, eating disorders
  • feeling/experiencing a lack of attention and love

Quotes from the website of Tinus Smits:

The essence of Vernix caseosa is insufficient separation of its own energy fields from the energy outside.

In such a state we are the playing ball of energies coming from outside, mixed up with our own energy creating chaos inside. This can force us in an attitude of taking distance to protect our selves, of staying home because we need the protection of our house as a second shield. We have to avoid watching TV, to listen to the radio, to read the journal and have only superficial contacts with other people. But this is only a plaster on a bleeding wound. Or we can be completely overwhelmed by all these outer energies, not knowing how to canalize them, not aware of what happens. Many of these patients are so vulnerable that they are continuously in a state of emotional imbalance. Vernix therefore can be of wonderful help at a certain moment in our live, when we have the feeling that we are overwhelmed and unable to defend ourselves. It enables us to build up a natural separation between our own energy and the outside energy.

And now for the part which might…. sound a little funny to those who are not familair with homeopathy. Herewith my laymen’s explanation of things:

We use vaccines to inoculate people against whatever diseases. In those vaccines medical firms put weakened viruses of the diseases. The body reacts to the vaccine by making anti-bodies and therewith strengthening itself. That are vaccins.

Now there is isopathy: isopathy works sort of the same… but uses not only viruses but also ‘chocolate’ or ‘dog hairs’ if you will, in a diluted version to make the body aware of having to build up some strength against those. In isopathy this dog hair would be used to cure an allergy against dog hair.

Take it one step further and you dilute the dog hair* to ‘infinity’, even so far that you do have any molecules of the dog hair in the remedy, there is still a possibility that the solution cures the allergy against dog hair.Β  I am not sure how it works. If I would be able to prove it scientifically I would be rich. Or dead, more likely. :-D. But I do not really need an explanation for this becauseΒ  I have seen transformations and healings with people and animals alike so I don’t really worry about it. I try to find explanations for others though. One of the might be that we all know that an insight in something (like really realising that drinking is not good… to ‘just’ name one πŸ˜‰ )Β  can transform people. Just like that. There has been no exchange of matter, but still there is change. Same with love, with kind words, with sending virtual hugs. πŸ™‚ Not everything that is tangible has value or has transformative impact, not everything that is not tangible lacks value or lacks transformative qualities. Or in short: there are more things in heaven an earth.

Funny comparison on a sober blog actually, only realising the double meaning of dog hair – ‘Taking a hair of the dog that bit you’ is an English saying meaning that one drinks alcohol in the morning to ‘cure’ a hangover.

Well, vaccines to isopathy to diluted isopathy. The next step is homeopathy were you take a material, e.g. common garden nettles and look at what the ‘poison’ of the hairs on the leaves and stem do to the body when we touch it. In me it causes swellings and itching. homeopathy says; if we dilute the nettle we can cure swellings and itching which look like somebody has been stung by nettles. Again, don’t ask me how it works, it just does. PROVIDING: one chooses the correct medicine and the correct dilution and also does not counteract that medicine by eating e.g. mints while taking it. There are a few counter activities but those are minor. The finding of the remedy is the most difficult. I believe for common cold there are about 20 different types of homeopathic solutions. Colds that have been caused by draft, cold rain, anger, sadness. Colds that show white, yellow, green or brown discharge. Colds which appear within a few hours and colds which take days to grow into a full cold. Colds which include sinuses and colds which drop down into the throat and what else we have there. So… yeah… there is a difficulty.

When it comes to dilutions the lower dilutions e.g. D3, D6 and D12 work more on the body while the higher ones like D30, D60, D100 and D1000 work on the mental, emotional, spiritual field.

Ok, so, that was a laymen explanation of homeopathy leading up to the funnyness of the medicine my GP proposed. Hold on to your seats. πŸ™‚

Saccharum-officinale: cane sugar. :-D. For those who lack sweetness in their lives and try to fix that from the outside. I hope this will help me deal with my addiction by helping me find an answer to the spiritual wrong turns I made when developing an addictive personality.

Lac maternum: mothers milk. Yes, from women. Obviously with their permission and with my many thanks because I hope to be able to repair the energetic ‘workings’ of what went wrong in bonding over mothers milk with my mother. That is what I hope for.

Vernix: is made from the sebum of ten different new born babies. Sebum is the white grease newborns have on their skin in the uterus. It protects their skin. I hope this will help me build this missing layer I have felt all of my life. That is what I hope for.

I have this theory that several of the energetic processes in me are not working fully or not working at all. Like being a clock with a few gears broken, others out of whack. That is doable when young and energetic, when old and on a wrong path of addiction with an addictive personality this is killing. Which…. is how it is ‘meant’ to be in the evolution; that which does not function should not procreate and die off. But still, I would rather live happily than ending up dark, work- and friendless. :-/

So…. I am HAPPY that I quit! I am happy that I have this extreme sensitivity which at times is very hard on me (but I guess most on the people around me because I it can make me a real asshole) but in times like this sends me to the right person in the right time. It is a gift. And as gifts go: they can be great, it is also another word for poison. πŸ˜€ Well, ain’t I a little ray of pitch black? πŸ˜€

Another wonderful experience at the doctor this morning. I said that I believe that sustainable healing begins with the person themselves wanting to heal and looking for solutions. But that I, in the last months had lost that ability and I could only look for help. At which she says: “Looking for help is also something that you do yourself.”

I am happy that I quit. I hope you are happy that you quit too. Or planning to do so. Not saying it is easy – well, the not drinking part was for me fortunately, the living part is a bit more eh, challenging. But I have hope, and something like desire (?) again. A want to do stuff, a want to live. Haha, finally my search for a way ‘out’ might actually help me to find a way in. πŸ™‚

I am happy.

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Wishing you a nice sober day/evening/week!

xx, Feeling