Back in 1987 I was 13 and they noticed my right leg was shorter than my left leg. I was taken in and given X-Rays and all that jazz and it showed not only was my right leg shorter, my right hip was bigger than my left one.
I had adjusted naturally to the 3/4 of an inch difference and it went unnoticed by most. When I was 17 and I was getting my physical for my enlistment into the U.S. Air Force the Dr noticed. Had it not been for some fast talking on my part he was considering barring me from entering the military because of my short leg.
It wasn’t until I was in my 30’s that it ever really became a problem. Over the years it caused a slow twisting of the nerves in my lower spine. By the time I was 34 I could only get a couple hours on my feet before I was in a lot of pain. If had to drive for a couple hours I was done for the day.
Things deteriorated fast at that point and over the next two years if I went grocery shopping that was all I did that day. I had sustained several other soft tissue injuries over the years and by age 36 I could be on my feet for 15 minutes and then was down for an hour and half. I still managed to walk my son to and from school everyday. In the morning when I got home I was down until after noon.
I had my first bad injury when I was 24. I dislocated two ribs between my right shoulder blade and my spine. Since 1999 my daily pain on a scale of 1-10 has on good days been a 3 and bad days a 10. By the time things were getting bad at age 31 my day started at a 5 and often ended around 8 with the occasional bad days of hitting a ten. By age 36 I woke up at an 8 and hit a ten daily.
I had a prescription drug addiction in my mid twenties that lasted until I was 31. When I gave up the pain pills I taught myself to set mental blocks. I can ignore anything under a 5 on a 1-10 scale.
I was 28 when I was in physical therapy for car accident and they set me up on an electrostim unit. The machine sends electricity into the body to relax muscles and if you set it too high it will cause them to contract. The guy running it had to take it pass the danger setting before I could feel it. He was shocked. In fact I remember him saying “Holy shit! Do you have any idea how high your pain tolerance is?”
He had explained to me that based on the setting he had to use that on a 1-10 scale of pain that my 8 would kill most people. I lived at hitting an 8 more days than not when I was 31.
By 38 I was hitting ten daily and spending most of my day there.
One day I had stepped out for a smoke and I remember crying out from the inside that I was ready for my new body. That was when the pain got even worse for the next year. From the top of my skull to the tip of my toe on the right side of my body everything hurt. My 1-10 scale had found a new ten.
According to medical science I should be dead.
That is not even in the ball park of exaggeration.
I felt half dead for that year and had taught myself to disconnect from my body so to speak. It felt like I was hovering above myself while still interacting with people.
I was 39 when I went to see a bowen therapist. See this link to see what that means. https://thebowentechnique.com/what-is-the-bowen-technique/
I walked in with a slight limp and a lot of pain. I walked out and my legs were both the same length and my hips were the same size. I had set locks internally and all she had done was turn the keys. She had noted that during the session as I lay on the table she watched my body transform like nothing she had ever seen.
It’s been nearly 3 and half years since that day and I still am trying to figure out my walk. I am still retraining myself how to stand. My daily pain now hits 3 on most days and bad days it’s a 6.
At the time I did not know what I had done to myself. I figured it out over the last 3 years. I activated my DNA and changed it all on my own. What had allowed me to do that was my ego.
The idea of self I had created was one that was individual yet still able to achieve levels of awareness that reached the apex for the human. I had refined myself and my behavior to beat the behavioral cipher lock on my DNA to allow me to change my DNA.
I had become my best potential as a human being in the way I interacted with other human beings. I had reached the apex of understanding myself and human behavior in general and the human condition and how to do it with evolved thinking and not just thinking, but living it.
These are the facts of my life.
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During the years that led up to the day I cried out from the inside I had deconstructed myself and examined the whole of my life and why I do anything I do. I destroyed the idea of me and rebuilt it in order to understand it better. I spent a couple years after that day I left with two legs the same length in a state of having no ego, no identity but the identity that was projected upon me or what I was channeling at the time.
How many people have you heard of that have changed their skeleton?
I know before all this happened that if I wasn’t me and I was reading this, I would be fascinated by it and want to talk to the one writing this.
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