Immediately upon hanging up my cell, as I was driving down the typical route through Elfin Forest, meandering through Harmony Grove Road, I heard a voice so clearly that I could not mistaken it. This feminine voice pleaded with me to pull over to the side of the road. I did not, for I was too busy scolding myself for having such an imagination. About a half a minute later I received another appeal, urgently suggesting that I pull over to the side of the road now. This time however, the voice went into detail, advising me to pull over and work on my designs in the car on the side of the road. Amusingly, I found myself bantering with this voice, reciting all of the things that were essential to draw my designs. I would need a ruler, pencil, pen, marker, white out, grid paper, price list, stock numbers, a flat surface, etc. No matter how sound my declaration was, the clarity and volume of the voice still intrigued me. So much so, that I impulsively reviewed my overactive imagination, attempting to discount the validity of the voice.
Within another minute, I "received" another prompting, but this time it was far more dramatic, and far more emphatic.
Someone finally reached 911, as well as my husband, since the cell service wasn't that great within the area. In the meantime, I just focused on calming myself down and stating aloud that I would walk again. It is the only time in my life where I was eminently pleased when the pain FINALLY kicked in. Oh My God, did it ever kick in! But at least I didn't sustain paralysis as imagined. As I mentally scanned each body part, I searched for an area that did not shriek with pain and could find none. This was my third big wake-up call!
I came to find out later that the total impact of the accident was approximately 80 mph. The other driver had been unable to make a 90 degree turn in a 50 mile an hour speed zone, and ended up plowing into me head on. I knew she had hit me but when it was all finalized, her husband claimed to be the guilty driver. I chalked it up to a 2 drink lunch hour for her and found out from my attorney that it was her word against mine anyway. There was no way to prove her indulgence in alcohol since they switched positions and worked out their story by the time the ambulance and police arrived.
You know when you watch those movies where the lead character hits a wall or another vehicle in a car chase scene, jumping out of their automobile running afterwards? Well it is a bunch of garbage! Sorry, but now I definitely know that it just isn't likely. And by the way, I found out later that the soft tissue injuries are far more difficult to heal from and take longer as well.
Once I was able to withstand a chiropractic visit, I found out that most of my organs had shut down. My adrenals and endocrine system were shot of course, my cycle was abnormal, and I had developed severely low blood pressure, which lasted for years. I was on Vioxx for 3 years and conclusively believe that I had several scary experiences with my heart because of it. I can think of 4 separate occasions where I thought I was dying because my blood pressure plummeted to life threatening levels. One of them was during one of my eye surgeries.
Because of the countless hours I spent healing my incessant body pain, I was prepared to become a healing practitioner and step into my own mastery. I saw so many of the practitioners as being unique, gifted, and out of my reach, only to realize later that I too had a similar gift. Some say that the wounded healer provides an added bonus since their empathy is great. I truly believe this accident shaped me into a more joyful, whole, and balanced individual. I am now doing something I thoroughly enjoy and intertwine this with my intuitive abilities! I provide a unique and fulfilling service, creating individualized homeopathic, nature essences, and sacred geometric formula remedies that assist in effective, deeply profound healing. For a more detailed explanation about my remedies, click here.