Pain in the Butt
At 25, I moved from Wellington to Hamilton for a fresh start. I left behind all of my friends and my mother, who, after my father’s death, when I was 22, did not want to live alone.
After 6 months, I started to get sick. I was sent by my doctor for a colonoscopy and was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease. I’ll explain later about why that might not be the true diagnosis, but for now, let’s just go with it. What is true is that I had a bowel issue, which had caused excessive bleeding and weight loss. I was extremely anaemic and 42 kgs.
I was told by the Doctors that my bowel could perforate and kill me. I needed to be with people who knew me well and would notice any change in my behaviour. My brother and his family had since moved in with my mother, and I was told that I couldn’t return there because they didn’t want to expose their children to someone like me. I assumed it was the ‘clairvoyant, healer, mystic’ aspect, not the sick as a dog, about to die bit.
After 3 weeks of living in a friend’s garage, another friend took me in and helped me recover.
What I learnt-
Sometimes friends are family and love us more. Good people sometimes don’t know how good they are until they help you and you love them for it.
Constant cups of broth can do a lot for my body.
It is hard to be too prideful when you are at constant risk of pooing your pants in public
I recovered from this episode of Crohn’s enough to travel to the U.K. and experience having Crohn’s there. Then I went into another remission and came home to NZ. At 28, I met my husband and moved with him to his home in Odder, Denmark. I got to experience having Crohn’s and another coloscopy in a country where I didn’t speak the language.
At 30, we returned to NZ to nurse mum through her death journey. This is where things get weird.
I was sitting on the couch with Mum and the phone rang. It was a girl I had studied healing with before I went to Hamilton. She had been very upset when I left and felt I had abandoned her. This is the conversation:
Her: “Oh, Hi, how are you, now that you’ve come back?”
Me: “Yeah, good, just supporting mum. Giving her as much pain relief and healing as I can. It’s nice to be able to do something to help. How about you? Are you doing any energy work?”
Her: - Giggles slightly “Oh well, funny that you should ask, that’s kind of why I rang. See, you know when you left us and went to Hamilton?”
Me: “Hmmm yes…?”
Her: giggles again “Well, see, I was reading this book, on how to put curses on people. …. And ummm. I needed someone to practice on and…. well, you know, it probably didn’t work, but then I heard you’d been sick and I thought I should tell you.
Me: “You cursed me?” …. WT*
Her: “Well, yeah, you left me, so … maybe?”
Me:- hangs up phone
My mother, who is sitting next to me and has freakishly good hearing, says, “Little bitch, I always knew that one was crazy”
I rang a Wiccan friend and said, “Hey, I’ve never really believed in curses, but do you know how to lift one? because I think I might need some help”
The Next day I wake up. The curse breaking has been completed, and the house is freshly cleared and shielded. I have no signs of Crohn’s and haven’t had any since.
What have I learnt from this:
Not everything that hurts us physically starts in the physical.
Just because you don’t believe in something, it doesn’t mean it can’t hurt or help you.
I have an incredible capacity to choose forgiveness over assault. Perhaps less capability to not daydream about options for a few days. (I’m human :-) )
From being cursed, I can now recognise the energy and clear others from curses and alike.