Healing anger through homeopathy, journaling, and a book I didn't know I needed.

This is the first post in an out of order journey through 2024's challenges and the road to inner peace.

Journalling on the back deck of our home, accompanied by plants and bird song; a beautiful way to start my day.

August 2024

Today, I completed a four-week homeopathy remedy at the same time as I wound up studying The Source of Miracles by

Kathleen McGowan

. You are going to hear lots about Kathleen’s books in the next few posts and I am sorry-not-sorry about that.

I feel as though I have shed a massive weight; according to the scale it is not physical weight, although I know that inflammation in my body has reduced.

Backstory on how I found homeopathy:

I hate pharmacuticals. I detest taking medicine that has a list of side effects as long as my arm, to cure something that is not bothering me (cholesterol) but my doctor insists is an issue. No, I am not anti-anything, I just do not like the way these medications made me feel. Add to that the experience of having the doctor say the following at a recent visit.

“If your blood pressure doesn’t go down the next time you come in, I might as well take you off all the medication because you are going to have a heart attack anyhow.”

Yes, she actually spoke those words. Anyhow back to the story, I had been seeking alternative ways to lower my blood pressure while continuing to take the medicine she prescribed. I was thinking about booking a session with a naturopath when I met Mitzi. We are in a women’s circle together that meets once per month; she has been a member for a long time, I joined this February. Our final meeting before the summer break was going to be a bit of a drive to a member’s home at the lake. I offered for anyone in the group to jump in with me; Mitzi and another lovely lady hopped in. It was during the hour-long drive to the valley that I learned Mitzi and her daughter, Lindsay, are homeopathy practitioners.

When the universe places the answer to my query in the passenger’s seat of my car, I pay attention.

I booked an appointment with them the next day, met for my assessment soon after. Prior to the meeting over Zoom, I had to complete a multi-page questionnaire about my health, history of illness, accidents, my childhood and a whole lot more. Not knowing really anything about homeopathy, the questions were a bit of a surprise. I remember remarking that I did not anticipate having to talk about the loss of my daughter, my childhood, issues with my mom, first marriage, etc. I thought it would be able health. As a spiritual person, I should have expected that it all intertwines, but I did not.

Lindsay was to take away all of the information to research and intuit the remedies which would assist me in reaching my goals. In the call, she told me that the high blood pressure was a result of unreleased trauma, anger, and grievances that were held in the core; once the emotion was released, the blood pressure was likely to fall.

I completed the four-week course of remedies on Sunday, August 11th; the same day I completed my study of

Kathleen McGowan

’s book The Source of Miracles. Coincidence? I think not.

Monday night, my husband and I were walking around the lake and something reminded me of the house I lived in with my ex-husband. As we talked, my mind did not wander to the tough stuff, staying on topic of what it was like to live near a school ground. Even now, as I think back to the hard things in our marriage, there is no rage bubbling forth. I see where I made choices, where I conceded my preferences, and chose paths that made things financially more difficult than we needed them to be. I had no ugly emotion, only memories and realization.

Mom texted me yesterday as she had a conflict in her schedule that she needed help sorting out. When I called her, she immediately apologized for being a bother. In the past, the apology would have annoyed me. (Sorry means nothing if the behaviour continues so why bother saying it?) This time, I felt only compassion for her needs. The omnipresent anger was not flowing beneath the surface, having been replaced by compassion for my mother and understanding of how difficult it was for her to ask for help.

I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for this peace to wear thin, and the patience to wear out; it has not, for four weeks, it has not resurfaced.

I do not know if this is a result of homeopathy, the book study, the introspection through journaling, or all three magically intertwined. All I know is that there is peace within me, and it is good.

I am grateful for the release of the ugliness, and the beauty of connection to God in a way that feels natural to me.

Starting at the end

There are many things that happened before this point in time. I have been hesitant to write about my experiences, my emotions, and the Mother Wounds I was attempting to heal.

Now that I am at the end of the anger, disappointment, hurt, and grievances that were held in my heart for so long, I am ready to share.

I started at the end, to provide hope and that a reader does not get caught in the storm of my emotions without knowledge of a rainbow coming next.

Over the next few posts, I will share more of how hurt and anger got lodged in me. My spirit of intent, as always, is to share experiences so that others can know they are not alone; that there is hope and a way through the shadows.

What does my Soul want me to know today?

You are doing so well and we are proud of you. Mitzi was placed in your path, or rather, in the passenger seat of your vehicle, as an answer to your prayers. When you sincerely wish to change and to let go of grievance, we respond. The choice is always yours as to whether you pick up our queues and follow the magical path before you.

Why would not the essence of flowers help to beautify your insides? With faith and trust you imbibe their sacred offer and allow its sweetness to penetrate your soul, raising it up, and allowing humanness to fall away a bit more.

This is the secret to Being Love; to rise up in your beingness and awareness of who you truly are who walks the Earth as human.

There is more beauty that awaits you as you choose to allow it into your awareness and embrace its sweetness into your life.

We see you. We walk with you. We love you, and we are so proud of you as you walk your destiny on Earth.

Sing on, sweet child.

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