What a huge week we’ve had!
Where to start I just don’t know, maybe with the tummy?
That’s right, I should have known what was coming, but how could I have? In the States life is all about doing as much as we can, packing as many activities into one day as possible. In fact, I don’t usually sit down to do NOTHING until 9:30pm, when I go to bed!
OK that’s not true, I do nothing once a week with Happy Son Of My People (Gil Ben Ami).
The moment I walked through the door of Senora Gina’s grand casa I felt shaky and weak, sinking into one her fabulous chairs.
By our third day here my tummy started to ache more and more. You see, it had been building a week before we left the States. My tongue started swelling everytime I ate something but when the pain hit I wasn’t prepared for the punch it was packing.
By 6pm I was on the floor, not really believing that this was happening…After all, I’m better? I don’t suffer as much as I did.
Senora Gina to the rescue, we got on the phone, called Virgina Harper and started taking action.
The last time I suffered a bowel obstruction was last November and it was scary. It was not unlike Fred Sanford and knowing if it’s the “big one” – the one where my entire intestine rips apart. Here I am, at least 4 hours from a hospital that could save my life.
This time it was different, Virginia Harper gave us directions: I used a ginger compress to move the circulation and help reduce the inflammation, soaked my feet in a bucket of hot water while Senora Gina massaged the pressure points in my hand that are connected to the intestines. These obstructions usually last up to 72 hours, can you imagine pains worse than labor?
Lucky for me to know Virginia, ’cause within a few hours the worst passed!
Then next two days were really tough- not physically, but emotionally. I felt defeated, confused and scared that what I’m doing isn’t working.
What are my options? Horrible drugs that don’t HEAL but push the disease deeper into my body and add gnarly symptoms?
Senora Gina and I got in the kitchen and began drinking my teas and cooking super soft, healing foods.
In the meantime we were all blessed with an interesting and charming dinner guest, Hans King.
Hans is a medium, someone who speaks with folks on the other side, hears angels, and sees direction when others can’t.
He recently moved to Puerto V. and came to dine with us and share his gift.
Senora Gina hired a chef and put on a feast! She wasn’t so excited about having a “reading”- she’s never done so before and it’s not really her thing. Not that she is a skeptical person, just someone that doesn’t have a desire to know what she doesn’t know.
Hans didn’t seem to pay much attention to this; he guided her down to the pool area and chat, they did.
She described her interview as “radio-like” because, in her words, what she thought was just the two of them sitting down together turned into an entourage of folks from her past!
For starters, he knew exactly how her father passed, what her relationship was like with her mother and a great many things that I am not privileged to share because she, herself, had not EVER shared them with another human! Until Mr. Hans King came for dinner.
My turn!
Hans King had no idea that I had been sick – we didn’t speak about it when he arrived and I decided before he got to the house that I need to represent the dream in my heart. I got up, put on my favorite dress and applied my cosmetics as if I were heading to a fine Mexican restaurant. I have a theory that when someone with the gift gives you a reading they can only read what you are seeing for yourself. They can see your fears, your dreams, your doubts, your wants.
OK gotta stop…The Mango Mommas are arriving for a dinner/pool party!
