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I created this page so you wouldn't have to suffer through long messages in the newsletter. I don't know how often I'll post stuff, but maybe I'll be inspired to share. Thanks for checking it out. ~Char.
Laughter is the Best Medicine
When I was around 20 years old (in the late 80s), I was going through one of my deepest bouts of depression. Everyone and everything around me were negative. So, naturally, negative thoughts were swimming in my brain non-stop and I couldn't find a way out of it. It was really bad and lasted quite a while until one day it seemed that God or Jesus intervened. I dragged my weary self through more than a foot of snow to a nearby deli to get a chicken salad sandwich for lunch. Aside from holding my head up and continuing to breathe, that was my only mission. I arrived to find at least 10 people ahead of me. ‘It figures,’ I thought. Disappointed, I got in line and just stared off into space. But then everything changed when a lady with wavy brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a green wool coat, took a very loud and graceless tumble on her way in the door.
I was jolted out of my mental fog and as I looked to my right, time immediately slowed down — and I had no choice but to take it all in, paralyzed, and watch this outrageous comedy of errors unfold in slow motion. I went into shock. Thankfully, she was okay. Perhaps someday I'll tell the full story but needless to say...I was no longer depressed. I did cry inconsolably for several days, but not because I was sad. It was the funniest event of my entire life.
Last week I fought a determined battle with something and was forced to admit defeat. Apparently, there's some sort of bug going around. I don't usually concern myself with such things since I discovered how to "block" a cold or other illness from getting its hooks into me. And if it tries, I've been very successful at "pushing it out" of me energetically. I just blast it with energy and light. I've been doing this since February 1996. It’s significant because I spent much of my life until then plagued with severe allergies, sinus infections, other common illnesses and a crashed immune system due to multiple surgeries.
I woke up last Tuesday with this weird feeling. My sinuses were a mess. Then I realized that my lungs were infected. All I could think was, "NO! No! No, no, no!" I got to work immediately and blasted my lungs, sinuses and entire body with all my strength for several hours. I began to feel better. The evidence of infection in my lungs disappeared. I felt triumphant and secure in my ability to control what happens to me. (Read that last line a few more times before moving on.)
On Wednesday, I woke up so sick with cold-like symptoms that I was forced to cancel the Holy Trinity Guided Meditation that I (and many others) were so looking forward to experiencing. I felt horrible. I felt completely defeated and began to get a bit morose.
I was so mad at myself for failing to block it that I didn’t even bother trying to understand what its purpose was. I just surrendered, pulled the covers over my head and let it run its course. Over the past several decades, I’ve had Bronchitis once or twice and Covid, sure...but not a stupid cold. (I do realize there are worse things I could throw a tantrum over, but I take my healing work seriously, especially when it has given me such a consistent track record.)
On Friday, not only did I feel worse, but I was in a horrible place emotionally and continued to entertain self-punishing thoughts. Deciding on a change of scenery, I stretched out on the couch and covered up with a blanket. Suddenly, I was reminded of when I would stay home from school as a kid because I was sick and got to watch TV. I urgently needed to recreate that for some weird reason. So, I turned on the TV and, feeling comforted by the familiar vibe of The Price is Right — the game show that pulled me through so many colds before — I closed my eyes and sank back down into my indignance and misery.
I’ll never remember what made me open my eyes right at that moment, but this video recaptures what I saw when I did. Sound up!
I was jolted out of my mental fog and as I looked to my right, time immediately slowed down — and I had no choice but to take it all in, paralyzed, and watch this outrageous comedy of errors unfold in slow motion. I went into shock. Thankfully, she was okay. Perhaps someday I'll tell the full story but needless to say...I was no longer depressed. I did cry inconsolably for several days, but not because I was sad. It was the funniest event of my entire life.
Last week I fought a determined battle with something and was forced to admit defeat. Apparently, there's some sort of bug going around. I don't usually concern myself with such things since I discovered how to "block" a cold or other illness from getting its hooks into me. And if it tries, I've been very successful at "pushing it out" of me energetically. I just blast it with energy and light. I've been doing this since February 1996. It’s significant because I spent much of my life until then plagued with severe allergies, sinus infections, other common illnesses and a crashed immune system due to multiple surgeries.
I woke up last Tuesday with this weird feeling. My sinuses were a mess. Then I realized that my lungs were infected. All I could think was, "NO! No! No, no, no!" I got to work immediately and blasted my lungs, sinuses and entire body with all my strength for several hours. I began to feel better. The evidence of infection in my lungs disappeared. I felt triumphant and secure in my ability to control what happens to me. (Read that last line a few more times before moving on.)
On Wednesday, I woke up so sick with cold-like symptoms that I was forced to cancel the Holy Trinity Guided Meditation that I (and many others) were so looking forward to experiencing. I felt horrible. I felt completely defeated and began to get a bit morose.
I was so mad at myself for failing to block it that I didn’t even bother trying to understand what its purpose was. I just surrendered, pulled the covers over my head and let it run its course. Over the past several decades, I’ve had Bronchitis once or twice and Covid, sure...but not a stupid cold. (I do realize there are worse things I could throw a tantrum over, but I take my healing work seriously, especially when it has given me such a consistent track record.)
On Friday, not only did I feel worse, but I was in a horrible place emotionally and continued to entertain self-punishing thoughts. Deciding on a change of scenery, I stretched out on the couch and covered up with a blanket. Suddenly, I was reminded of when I would stay home from school as a kid because I was sick and got to watch TV. I urgently needed to recreate that for some weird reason. So, I turned on the TV and, feeling comforted by the familiar vibe of The Price is Right — the game show that pulled me through so many colds before — I closed my eyes and sank back down into my indignance and misery.
I’ll never remember what made me open my eyes right at that moment, but this video recaptures what I saw when I did. Sound up!
Meet Nolan, a contestant on The Price is Right.
Watch Nolan Bounce!
I lost it. I just kept watching it over and over…and I was reminded of how I cried laughing for several days after that lady fell in the deli 36 years ago. Then I shared it with my friend, Ann Marie. The more we watched it, the more we both laughed and the better I was beginning to feel. Healing from a cold was never more fun.
Enjoy the video. It's downloadable if you'd like to share it, and below is one without Ann Marie and me howling. I did my best to hold my phone steady. That’s hard to do when you’re hysterical laughing and tears are in your eyes. That guy Nolan bounces right back up and never once loses his brilliant smile.
Laughter truly is the best medicine. Whatever your worries, let laughter help you bounce back to your normal self again.
~Char.
This version doesn't have any laughing in it. Feel free to share it on social media.
Enjoy the video. It's downloadable if you'd like to share it, and below is one without Ann Marie and me howling. I did my best to hold my phone steady. That’s hard to do when you’re hysterical laughing and tears are in your eyes. That guy Nolan bounces right back up and never once loses his brilliant smile.
Laughter truly is the best medicine. Whatever your worries, let laughter help you bounce back to your normal self again.
~Char.
This version doesn't have any laughing in it. Feel free to share it on social media.
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