If You See What I See

Many action films include a pulse-pounding scene in which the hero rides a motorcycle at top speed toward an abyss. Only at the last possible nano-second does the rider swerve away from the precipice, vault over the gap, or leap to safety as the bike tumbles out of sight. Apparently, I’ve incorporated the basic concept into my storyline. I’m a sucker for melodrama. This week I was told I have severe glaucoma and have halted its progress only at the last moment before I lose visual acuity. I still read the distant eye chart flawlessly. No one knows exactly how—even the eye doctor who’s been doing his best for years to intervene. Visual decay lurks in the crevasse below me, laughing cruelly because I love reading, writing, painting, watching films, interpreting human expressions, and viewing scenery. I could learn to do these things without sight. I once read for the blind. But I was far younger then.

This morning I woke feeling a surge of power. If I have paused glaucoma, why can’t I continue to do so? I paused my mini-stroke. Methods I once questioned wait for my attention. I’m reading Suzanne Giesemann and Dawson Church, among others. I’m gradually slipping more deeply into my meditation. If you’ve stopped reading this blog there, perhaps you shouldn’t. Suzanne Giesemann was a no-nonsense naval commander and doesn’t hesitate to remind her audience that we’re all made of both physical and nonphysical realms. Simply because we didn’t begin life gripping nonphysical powers doesn’t mean we don’t possess body and soul. Others may wish to direct the ways in which we interpret ourselves and our beliefs. Many have hidden agendas to control us and have for millennia. We’re raised to believe in our limitations—especially women. After much personally painful preparation and training, Giesemann joyfully performs readings for clients who wish to contact deceased loved ones. I don’t do that… at least not now. I accept that I have help I may not see.

But when I was certified in hypnotherapy, I did learn that our bodies can be altered by our minds. It isn’t magic. Science has proven the fact repeatedly. I watched clients do it. We’re bundles of energy– “star stuff.” We can rarely conceive of what that might mean. We’re part and parcel of all living matter—not to dominate, but as part of the team. Common plants can be our friends in supplements and teas. A life of unconditional love is the ultimate achievement—beyond wealth and power.  We rise above fear…fear of sickness, failure, rejection… fear of dictators or even fear of death. We rise above prejudice or hate for ourselves or anyone else. We hold the cards. We can’t be destroyed. We may eventually meet other forms of being that juggle the same issues.

Many are afraid of those who are beginning to comprehend the job of unconditional love. They want to think there’s something evil at play. Because humans have free will, we can choose to pervert the power of life. To me, that’s the final expression of cluelessness.

I don’t know how long I’ll be able to manage my glaucoma or other little infirmities. I know my story here will end. I don’t know when. Before then, I’ll cease doing my blogs and web pages. I’ll disperse those novels of mine I keep in a box. Who knows… I may write more. I may write more screenplays. And I may not. I’ll hope to stay in touch with others who see the magnificence of existence through a glass darkly but still know it’s there. We’ll share bravado and begin to overwhelm the nastiness currently infecting our world.