On the topic of near death experiences, jumping parallel realities and weird shit going down these days… ;)
In case you’ve wondered why I’ve been so quiet in the last couple of weeks, it’s because I’ve been sick and the last few days in too much pain to speak.
End of August I left my apartment in the Netherlands, sold pretty much everything I owned, gave all the donated money to two wonderful organizations:
Wadi (giving support to women in Syria who escaped ISIS) and Cureblindness.org (restoring eyesight for the needlessly blind: “25 dollars – 10 minutes – 1 life changed forever.” Check ’em out).
A week ago I flew to Boulder for a David Deida event + to reunite with friends and creatives…
Times of transition and emotional detox…
I generally feel über healthy but for the last two weeks been sick with earaches and crazy swollen throat/tonsillitis.
I thought I could heal it with great vibes, water fasting and herbal supplements – and also trusting my body’s capacity to heal and detox whatever it needs to – but a few days ago my throat got way worse, could barely sleep or speak because of pain and swelling…
Two days ago we went to the doctor here in Boulder and he said that it was the worst swollen tonsils he’s seen in years, diagnosed it as “peritonsillar abscess”, told me that it was so swollen it was pushing into the airways and if left untreated I might die in my sleep within a few days, or leave me with a messed up throat for the rest of my life.
As he was saying this I felt no fear of death, but waves of gratitude and a tremendous amount of tenderness for the gift of life in this body how how healthy it is in general.
The doctor didn’t even charge me for the checkup, since I didn’t have any health insurance, and it might cost a couple of thousand dollars to get treated. HIs words were “This one’s on me – you’ll spend enough money at the hospital. Good luck…” (This turned out quite differently – watch the video below for details.)
So we went straight to the emergency room where I was very well taken care of, they gave me painkillers that felt kinda like mild MDMA ;) then stuck some needles into the abscess and pulled out an impressively disgusting amount or nasty stuff that filled a whole syringe. Crazy painful but so good to have it out! Yikes!
My friend Kelly Love was with me the whole time and we both stayed super cheerful. Everyone – including the young hot male nurse and the very skilled Doctor Hunter – were mega friendly, happy and helpful.
On top of all of this Kelly and I made it juuuust on time for the event with David Deida, starting the same evening, which was the main reason for me flying over here from Amsterdam!
TLDR ;) Jump to…
◯ ► ▻ This whole story for me is a symbol of the simultaneous fragility and strength of the human body, and perhaps most importantly:
Our always present ability to shift into a parallel reality where things work out amazingly, when we stay in a vibe of gratitude and appreciation.
And I can speak again! Feeling immense gratitude for all the lovely people at the hospital, and most of all for the support this last week of Kelly and Ryan. You guys are the BEST!!!
I’m curious to hear who else has experienced something along the theme of something seemingly going “wrong”/weird – or perceived challenge turning into triumph or simple gratitude…
Leave a comment right here.
Peace out. And thanks for reading this novel of a post ;)
P.S. Here in Boulder I also met up with Toby for the first time since we got divorced almost a year ago. And: met his new love for the first time ever. Very deeply healing.
I’m not gonna go into it here but you’re welcome to check out the original facebook post here.