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Emergency Contact

Dearest Friends, 

Today I'm stepping away from the 
'How To' posts of the new year to share an intense experience. 
The last two blog posts dealt with clearing 
energy from your environment and body.  
As I have shared such with you, 
I've also practiced this in my own life in order to walk the walk.
But not only have I executed clearings in my new home and 
body, I've also put on my invisible scuba suit 
and jumped into the deep abyss of Mick G to 
uncover some heavy emotional blockages.

And, as the Law of Attraction attests, 
thoughts become things which brings me to - today.

In this recent self discovery work, I have made "removing blocks that no longer serve me" part of my daily prayer, 
especially while engaging in the coursework with 
Gabby Bernstien's new book: May Cause Miracles. 

This week, I participated in an energy healing with a Native American Shaman to assist moving blocked energy along. 

Then, today, an enormous, painful, physical block uncovered when I awoke in excruciating pain, doubled over in the fetal position, vomiting. 

I'll spare the gory, single mom, OMG, panic of going to ER and hours of needles/tests/details.    
But what I will divulge is that after hours of being vulnerable and raw with emotional doubt and fear, I was able to find the silver lining in this traumatic event. 

First, kidney stones are blocks! Kindeys filter blood of impurities. A stone is an impurity that has grown too big to pass unpainfully.  The side of the body (right or left) clues as to the nature of the energy blockage. Right being a physical/external source and left, a more emotional/internal blockage. 

Can you guess which side I have stones on?

Second, I needed to not only experience the pain body to remind me of my finite experience on earth, but to also allow me to really sit and acknowledge my fear, name it, recognize it and accept that it's ok.  
Not having an emergency contact triggered a domino effect of thoughts about being a single mom, being single, being in my thirty's, my family dynamic, 
my current friend/tribe dynamic.  
These are the very things I've been working on in May Cause Miracles.  
And while I was holding on to the hospital bed, writhing, I had to find calm and peace within me to make it through, especially with the needles.
That's not to say that I didn't cry like a baby or experience self pity at points. Oh I did.  And I was scared. But it was necessary.  
This has been the most painful experience in my body to date. 
But big picture, once these stones pass, another block will have been removed from my person so I can go on to be the best person I possibly can be for the remainder of my days on this earth.

While I was in the hospital, I made it a point to be gentle and courteous to every person I came in contact with despite how completely horrible I felt.  I thanked the Dr. and each and every Nurse that serviced me.  I waved at other patients in their beds and I even tried to crack a few jokes despite it all.  Not having an emergency contact turned into making contact with strangers.  I didn't know any of those people but realized we were all there experiencing our own pain, going through it together.  
Another notable lesson: never judge anyone for we know not what they go through.  We are all in this together.

Finally, in a few hours, it's my daughters fifth birthday.  Today alone in that bed, I recalled how frightened I was when the Doctor told me her heartbeat was too slow because the umbilical chord was wrapped around her neck.  
I didn't experience labor per say as she was taken from me via emergency 'c' section. The moment I met her, I was also was reborn.  
From that day forward I was a mother and my favorite thing about that is what a better person I've been and want to continue to be on a daily basis because of it.

Sure I have a lot more work to do. 
But I am in process and quite obviously, blocks are being removed.  
I am not going to try to speed things up or beat myself up with intensity like days of old. I am going to be gentle with all the layers of the onion as they peel off and continue to strive to be the best person, mother, daughter, community member, spiritual counselor, merchant, and friend I can possibly be.

I am not my pain.
I am not my circumstance.
I am free.

With love, Always
Mick G


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