A Chronology of Trauma, from Creation to Completion
— without Conventional Medicine
[This series intentionally contains a lot of detail included for the benefit of health care providers and for those who have experienced similar injuries (or may in the future), but consider Western treatment their only viable option. One of the primary goals is to provide contrast to Western standard-of-care, and consideration of vital aspects of care and recovery either totally unrecognized or inadequately addressed in allopathic medicine.
God — not the devil — is in the details.]
At whatever point the Master finally does get our attention, following some experience in which we’ve dropped precipitously from our center, reflection, contemplation, and recognition begin to fill our awareness — sometimes incrementally, sometimes in a deluge. On occasion, if we’re fortunate, we may receive a clarity of vision that extends to realization.
The Master did have my attention now. And the above processes were very much at the forefront of consciousness as I chose my course of action. Background realities influencing such choices include the fact that we live thirty-five miles and 2500 feet up a winding mountain road from Albuquerque. Emergency rooms are a long way off — and that’s fine with me.
Lifetimes ago, during the dream of a professional photographer, I shot an annual report for a prominent hospital in northern New Mexico. I convinced them to let me spotlight the emergency room for the report, and spent most of a summer’s Saturday nights freely roaming the ER. Much like being a railroad engineer, the experience provided hours of boredom, interspersed with seconds of sheer terror. The cover shot was of the entire team diving in to save the life of an overdosed heroin addict whose buddies drove up to the door and dumped his body out of the pickup before speeding away. When the Naltrexone was injected, limbs and body fluids started flying everywhere. My best defense was to keep the camera in front of my face and keep shooting.
So, I wasn’t inclined to run off to see what the emergency room could do for me. I had a pretty good idea. Nor was I about to abandon the fate of a new roof to the whims of a rajas-ridden roofing crew — for any amount of time. My initial assessment of the injury was that the distal head of the radius was fractured, but probably not anything needing to be reset. I also suspected that small bones of the wrist, like the scaphoid and lunate may have been crunched as well. Certainly, interarticular cartilage had taken a serious, but hopefully repairable beating. Surely there were tears and frayed edges — scrambled connective tissue, so to speak. Restricted range of motion patterns supported that concern. Prolotherapy would be a valuable adjunct at the appropriate time.
I took early advantage of doses of Rescue Remedy, a flower essence which belongs in everyone’s emergency kit for the treatment of shock in infants, small children, pets, and adults who find themselves in a ‘growth experience’.
Certainly before Monday, the day of my experience (September 19th), I was keenly aware that autumnal equinox (Sept. 23rd) and I were speeding toward each other at breakneck speed. For a refresher on these forces, you may wish revisit Yang Is Rising! (Slowly). Both equinoxes — spring and autumn — are the two times of the year when changing planetary energetics are shifting to their polar opposites as if it were their last chance to do so. Sometimes it is.
Deepening the intensity of experience was a seminar with the Master in six days. These seminars begin on the inner planes long before manifesting in the physical, and as that draws near, everything increases: His presence, our karma, the lessons, purification — you get the picture. So this phenomenon is certainly not unanticipated, but the reality of it nearly always catches me off guard. Happily, His presence is what dominated the remaining days through equinox and into seminar. Make no mistake: purification and intensity continued (gratefully backing off somewhat as equinox passed), but my experience of them was moderated by His presence, a gift which can barely be comprehended, much less described.
So, in the comfort of that environment, I worked through the week without support or brace, without pain killers, without any but my own diagnosis — and without ice.
For most readers with a Western orientation, the lack of ice will come as a shock. From other perspectives, ice is a shock. Yes, it reduces swelling and inflammation, but what is our goal here? Ice accomplishes these questionable luxuries at the expense of blood circulation and, therefore, access to enzymes, oxygen, nutrients, hormones, and immune factors required for healing — not to mention warmth, which amplifies effective use of these benefits. In Oriental medicine, ice may be used for 24 hours following injury — at most. Experienced practitioners of prolotherapy also understand that ice is contrary to healing. I chose none at all.
Yes, it’s true that my hand swelled to the degree that I was concerned the skin would split. But I was taking a Chinese herbal formula which is remarkable at simultaneously moving blood stasis and stopping bleeding, as well as initiating bone growth. Essential oil of helichrysum was also liberally used topically. As well as lubrication, this oil does everything for blood: tonifies blood, moves blood and blood stagnation, and stops bleeding. Precious stuff, and priced accordingly. I’ve come to love its earthy aroma. So, by the time seminar arrived, swelling was nearly gone and the curiously mesmerizing patterns of blood stasis running down my fingers were almost invisible.
The degree of swelling I experienced served a valuable function I had not anticipated — it immobilized the wrist and bones of the hand perfectly!
This injury so vividly illustrates the principle that everything in the body — and the universe, for that matter — is connected. Within hours, I had become aware that while the wrist was the focus of the impact, severe trauma was being experienced all the way up my left arm, through the shoulder girdle, and into the neck. Already, a list of modalities required for resolution and return to a state of health was assembling itself. More fondly coalescing was awareness of the team of talented colleagues whose loving help I would need to put Humpty-Dumpty together again.
The inner lessons in this first week, leading up to seminar were more profound than I can say, but one, facilitated by pain, makes me want to try. It came on consecutive nights, while I was ‘asleep’, yet conscious. The left hand was in pain, pulled in, withdrawn, and wanting to protect itself from further pain. It hurt. In awe, I observed the right hand, in the middle of the night, go over to the left and gently, lovingly take the left hand and guide it into a position of more comfort, greater safety, and peace. And it held the left hand in protection, comfort, and love. The degree of love being extended from the right hand to the left took my breath away. This continued through the night for a couple of nights, and the depth and nature of the relationship grew and matured. This experience and what it represents to me continues to touch me so deeply, I’m still brought to tears.
We are so blessed.
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