The Story About A Cold

It came as an absolute surprise.

Actually it didn't.

For a couple of weeks already, the virus was signaling its presence around me.

On Friday, I had a free public coaching session with a coach that I would hire on the spot, if I would only have the money to pay her. During the session, the theme of sickness came up as a basic fear in the system.

On Saturday, I was braving and participating in a local event for entrepreneurs and felt really great about it. On Sunday, I woke up with a head cold. I was actually happy to have it, because that meant that my body is fighting a potential killer. I was not resisting it, but I was using Greg's Good Day Method every night and every morning and was pretty sure that it will not last longer than a day or two. That's how it has been for the last couple of years for me. In the evening, I even got some fever and was even more happy, because that meant that the immune system was speeding up the healing process.

On Wednesday, I felt good enough to attend an even bigger and fancier local event for entrepreneurs. After the event, I went to my daughter's school to get the paperwork done in order for her to receive a bit more pocket money for the next two months. It ended well, but the process was not very smooth and I started feeling that something was off with it. Afterwards, I met my daughter and we drove home on a bus together. A couple of times she told me to stop talking about money. And I was thankful to her for that, because I didn't like what I was doing myself. I wasn't talking about money. I was talking about how poor I am.

That night, I woke up with a nasty cough and couldn't get back to sleep for 3 hours.

The next morning though, I decided to take advantage of the nice weather and go to the town to finalize the paperwork (next week, it would be too late and my daughter would need to wait for the money to come in for another months) and to visit another establishment to file a case against an agency that owes me money for translation jobs finished months ago.

I didn't feel well and the question popped into my attention field: "Would you do any of this, if you would be rich?" My honest answer was: "No, at least not today. But ... my bank account says that I am not rich and that I need to fight for those tiny sums of money today."

So, off I went. Feeling crappy, but happy that I still can move and that the weather is gorgeous.

The establishment couldn't help me because of the character of my agreement with the agency. The only solution left for me would be going to court with it.

At my daughter's school, it didn't go so smoothly either, but I got the paper I needed to get to the other establishment. Only it cost me walking to and fro more than once, waiting on a bench in the park for half an hour, and being unnaturally persuasive. The belief that I am not rich and need that money to come in even though it's not much and will be paid only for 2 months until my daughter is 19 helped me to pull it through. The truth that I am rich and actually the source of all that can be considered wealth and value made it feel unnatural.

Even though I had a wonderful session with my one and only client later the same day, and he told me, that he wanted to continue working with me and would pay me for the next month in a week, my body had the hardest night afterwards. I was thanking it and accepting the consequences of my own decision to feel and act like I would be poor and put it out there even though it most definitely needed to stay home and be supported in its battle with the virus.

The next day, the body felt week, but the symptoms hadn't worsened. I didn't beat myself up knowing that such events are a natural part of our journey here, that we will never be done with falling into believing the reality of our dream even though we are aware that and how we created every part of it. But I took it easy, stayed home and let the body do its job of staying alive.

The night after that, I slept like a baby and felt almost completely healthy the next morning. :)

3 Myths About Your Body Busted

Myth #1: My body is a solid object existing in the borders seen with my physical eyes.

First of all, is there anything as we see it with our physical eyes? (Technically, we even see more with our brain than with our eyes, but that's a topic for another time.)

You might remember from basic school physics that science postulates that every "object" consists of particles that we call atoms.

And that every atom consists of a nucleus and electrons spinning around it. And that more than 99.94% of what we call the atom's mass is in the nucleus.

The electrons are pure energy spinning around the nucleus at such a distance that, f.i, if you put a golf ball in the middle of a soccer field and include the parking, you get an atom.

So, every particle our bodies consists of is physically speaking empty space and energy moving in it in a particular way.

Myth #2: A particular diet, medication, exercise etc. works the same for all human bodies.

Is it really believable that there is, ever has been, or ever will be another body exactly the same as mine?

There is no doubt that there are some basic features common to all what we call human bodies. They allow us to see them as such and to distinguish them from other bodies. But that's about it.

So, it's only logical, that there is no medication, no procedure, no food, no exercise that impacts all human bodies the same way. Each of them is unique and requires unique care.

And not only that. Our bodies are changing all the time. Cells are constantly dying and being replaced with others. The body I go to sleep with is never the same I wake up with.

So, the effect some food or medication has on my body today can be quite different from the one it had a month or a year ago.

Myth #3: Diet and exercise are the most important factors ensuring the well being of my body.

What we put in our bodies and how much and in what way we exercise them is extremely important. There is no doubt about that.

But have you ever observed people who are thriving even though they are eating mostly junk-food or not exercising at all?

Or somebody who is trying to live and eat as healthy as possible but getting sick all the time or battling nasty chronic illnesses?

Have you ever heard of the placebo or nocebo effect?

It turns out that what we think, believe, expect, and, especially, feel, impacts our bodies much more than what we physically put into them or how much and in which way we move them.

Did this get you into thinking? Would you like to understand your body better?

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Many Birds With One Shot

For the last week or so, I was feeling pretty frustrated because I seemingly couldn't hold back from having snacks almost all day long, especially - in the evenings. And it went from healthy to much less healthy very fast.

And another development I was puzzled about was me not drinking enough water in spite of my knowledge about its benefits to the body and the symptoms of dehydration I recognized.

I asked my nervous system, what it's about, why is it happening. The first answer was: "You need to eat to become big and strong."

Then, we had a chat, and the system seemed to get that the world is different know, and that I have another kind of strength enough to manage my life.

But I felt that there was something else to it. Until it came during a silent meditation: it was about guilt.

The mind was quick with the "knowledge", that it was a "try to dampen the guilt I felt about my decisions that brought about the death of pets that were under my control".

But, when I looked deeper, I saw that this emotional, addictive eating was intensifying the feeling of guilt to bring it to my attention.

Because, after another unhealthy snack, I felt guilty for the damage that I caused to my body and the money I spent for it. Although I was seemingly powerless against that impulse.

Sitting in the silence, I realized, that my system was practically punishing itself for those decisions.

And, very soon, there came a reminder from the depth of my heart: those beings were supposed to be set free from their bodies at that exact moment in that exact way, and I was there to make those "decisions", because I was the one capable of that.

That lifted a huge weight from my shoulders.

The cravings haven't stopped, because the system always needs time to change it's assumptions and adjust to the heart's knowledge. And, sometimes, I still have some not so healthy snack.

But I'm not angry at the system any more. And I don't feel guilt about it. (Maybe a little bit.) Because I have decided to welcome those cravings and to use them as reminders to drink water. Feeling really good about that. :)