Poetry And Insights For Those With Autoimmune Conditions

These thoughts were penned a few years ago when I found myself diagnosed with an Autoimmune disease. I truly felt that it was the end of my life. Through meditation and writing poetry, I slowly began to come to terms with my new life.

Music is from purple-planet.

Transcript

Hello and welcome to Two Crows Flying, A motivational podcast where I share poetry from the soul and my inner thoughts. I am a shamanic practitioner and I am the founder of Right Relation, School of Transformation. Find me at www. Right-relation. Org. Hello everyone. If you are living with an autoimmune disease, You know how tough it can be. You may feel like you are all alone and that no one understands what you are going through. But you are not alone. There are millions of people around the world who are living with autoimmune diseases and we are here to help each other through it. On this podcast I am sharing some thoughts I penned a while ago, Just after I had been diagnosed with an autoimmune disease. Heaven's Loom Here I am, Washed up on the shore, Tattered and torn but alive. How do you explain an illness that changes your life? How do you explain that no medical doctors could pinpoint my decline? This is the death that happens when you dare step into being. It will come in a form that you do not expect. I am moving into acceptance that something in me will no longer be present. I am coming to accept that I am quieter than ever before. That I know stillness. Rarely know it. There were nights when I lay in my bed after each download of each live being cleared, Shaking with zin zin, That I thought perhaps this is my current ending. Perhaps it's time to go. The only fear I had was I'll not see my dear daughters move into their spaces or making the vast differences that I know they are and will do. My firmly, Or my comfort then, Had kept me moving, Taking them for a walk, One slow step after the other, Every morning before I collapsed onto my couch to just sit. Involuntary meditation. In a dream state in this other altered space that I was in, I saw how clearly that I am Mother Earth and she is me. Our lives link. That my toxins hers, My healing hers. That her soul is my soul. And that ascension is not just a human process, But that every being, Stone person, Standing person, Plant person, Are all sentient in their own way and in a manner are all ascending. When confronted with the vulnerability of your mortal self, You begin to live differently. And you know that you're not the same being that entered the storm. People will look at you and think that you've returned to health, But a limb is missing. I'm not sure what has grown in place instead. What I have known is this. I saw the ribbons of me, Blowing in the wind, Strings of me being undone. I felt myself unravel, All of me coming apart. The bright colours streaming, Sunset catching the chakra colours of me. I saw myself vanishing, The strings of me lifting high and by some mystery floated into heaven's loom. To be woven into something else, But perfectly me. Every thread made into another pattern, Colours brighter and ascend and ascend and ascend. But instead of ascending, The descent into the ground, The roots of my mother, I saw with clear with clear new senses that it is all here already. There is hope for us who have autoimmune diseases. There are new treatments being developed all the time and there are many ways to manage symptoms and improve quality of life. And we're not victims. We're strong and resilient individuals who have learned to live with our conditions and thrive. You are not alone. There is a community of people out here and it's important to begin to learn to live with yourself and don't give up on your dreams and goals. You just have to find another way of living. I hope that this short and small podcast has helped you. I'll be back soon in time with more poetry and motivation. Thanks for listening.

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Beautiful! Thank you, perfect for me to hear at this time 💖