? Trauma Release ?

In This Way

Jacob LaVallee

Unraveling and Unwinding

The Space Between

Music speaks what cannot be expressed,
Soothes the mind and gives it rest,
Heals the heart and makes it whole,
Flows from the heavens to the Soul.

The Unknown

Philip Wesley

The Unknown seems to be appearing from all directions.

Anatomically, this is easier to process and potentially understand.

And there is the bodily response to treatment which has landed me deeper in the Unknown. The slow unraveling and unwinding bubbles up and surfaces into the Known.

And still again, there is the Unknown between two medical perspectives:
how to communicate with interactive language – what to say and what NOT to say – in The Space Between?

Is my body remembering? Did these intense abdominal visceral vibrations stimulate my gut memory of the arousal of my consciousness before being able to breathe when coming out of anesthesia? The fear, the anxiety, the panic…all rising to the surface in the present?

What happened with the buttocks vibration that ricocheted into my throat/face and upset my symptoms? I’ve said many times that my throat and low back are connected with a ‘guy wire’. More specifically, my left hip was broken for a bone graft for the spinal fusion at L5-S1 left a scar that has been injected, percussed, and. manipulated. Sensitivity at places in that scar still remains. That scar and my throat talk to each other in my world of sensation. At times, this awareness is heightened during osteopathic cranial treatment.

The Haunted Past

Philip Wesley

The Dark Night of the Soul

Philip Wesley

In the middle of the night, a sharp pain in my throat jolts me out of deep sleep.

Lying down can sometimes trigger the pain. And sometimes not. Unpredictable.

My awareness senses the pain as I wake up…sometimes. Or waking up into overwhelming anxiety – no dreaming – just aroused into anxiety from nowhere.

No one can identify where the fluid originates that makes me feel like I’m drowning.

No one knows what is happening. There are many suppositions. No answers. And the symptoms are increasing since the EMSculpt trigger.

Stepping Stones

George Skaroulis

And the Journey continues.

In these unraveling and unwinding days. I need to be carried
over the stepping stones
by the Boundless Presence
that is greater than myself.
I am unable walk alone.

And by music that is beyond words.

In Process

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Perserverance