Last week I noticed that Fred had a very rotten-looking front tooth. He’s had bad breath for a while, but I didn’t realize it was because of this. When I first saw it, I felt almost a panic well up inside and this sense of urgency that it needed to be dealt with NOW! My mind was whirling around with all kinds of scenarios (all of which had bad outcomes), and then I stopped. The thought surfaced, “An hour ago, before you noticed his tooth, you didn’t feel panic, you didn’t feel afraid for him, just stop.” So I did.
I sat down on the sofa next to him, closed my eyes and asked for guidance about what to do. The idea came to put him on some antibiotics that I had in the house, so I tried that, but for 2 days (although he seemed fine) I couldn’t let it go. I tried to pull it out myself, and that didn’t work. I hoped it would fall out by itself (and it probably would have) but I still sensed that something more needed to be done.
I rarely take the animals to the vet, or go to the doctor myself. I just have always believed that I could take care of most medical things myself, so my first reaction isn’t to head to the doctor. This is not a “rule” with me. I’m grateful that doctors are there when I feel called to go to one, or to take a medication, or a prescription, but I don’t make these decisions with my head. If I feel like I have a remedy or “cure” that seems right in the circumstance, I’ll give it a try. My son Matt still has less-than-fond memories of being encased in an “onion poultice” (one of the old-time remedies that I had heard about) when he had an asthma attack as a young teenager. It smelled pretty bad, but it also worked.
There is a vet about 20 miles from here that I like very much, but have never been to as a professional. He reminds me of an old-fashioned country doctor who would be just fine with the fact that I had tried to take care of this problem myself. As I thought about him, I also had the thought, “If he will take Fred today, this is the right thing to do.” I knew this was the guidance I was looking for. It was clear, so I didn’t second guess it, I called right then and they offered me an appointment for later that same day.
Fred’s tooth was pulled out, with relative ease, that evening by this lovely man. It was easy, inexpensive and our time at the vet was enjoyable (for Jack and I… not so much for Fred although he seemed perfectly happy as soon as the tooth came out).
I know that there is always an answer to every problem. I also know that the answer I am seeking cannot be found by searching with a frantic mind. We line up with like energy. If I want a calm, harmonious, outcome to any situation, then I must (to the best of my ability in the moment) approach it with that same mind. When I am rushing and frantic, I make poor decisions. Everything looks like a crisis that is screaming for my attention and threatening me with thoughts like, “If you do not do something NOW, disastrous results will occur, and it will be your fault!” I also feel confused when I am in this mind. No answer seems better than another.
But I have learned that the voice of Spirit/Intuition/God, does not speak in threatening, fearful, or anxious words. So when I want a solution that is guided by my higher self, I must align with that energy. It will never drop down to a level of panic, fear, or despair. It doesn’t care at all about my reasons or rationale or fears. If I want to connect with inner-wisdom, then I must rise out of these lower energies (of the thinking mind), and when I do, I listen.
I do not second-guess it (which for me feels like a pin-pong match being played in my mind). I do not logically list pros and cons, since these are all coming from the logical, linear part of my mind which although valuable, offers little wisdom, and no peace of mind. Sometimes when I feel especially wound up or unable to get calm, I’ll say to myself, “I am being led by my heart. The perfect solution now presents itself” and that is often enough to let the answer surface.
“It is liberating to know that I have the ability to choose a peaceful and loving mind (my right mind), whatever my physical or mental circumstances, by deciding to step to the right and bring my thoughts back to the present moment….Since the stroke, I steer my life almost entirely by paying attention to how people, places, and things feel to me energetically.
In order to hear the intuitive wisdom of my right mind, however, I must consciously slow my left mind down so I am not simply carried along on the current of my chatty story teller (left mind). Intuitively, I don’t question why I am subconsciously attracted to some people and situations, and yet repelled by others. I simply listen to my body and implicitly trust my instincts.” from My Stroke of Insight, A Brain Scientist’s Person Journey, by Jill Bolte Taylor, Ph.D.