WHEN “GOOD LUCK” FEELS LIKE BAD LUCK

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!

THE YEAR OF THE TRICKSTER MONKEY!

Hi,

As I write this, I sit in a very healthy body that is leaner and healthier than it was at 18. my good luck!  I feel blessed and extremely lucky because I love the work I do:  Cognitive Behavior Modification, Awareness Therapy, Hypnotherapy and Past Life Regressions.

I love my work, because it helps people heal and get happy.

But it wasn’t always this way.

When I was eighteen, I wanted to become a doctor, but I couldn’t afford to go to college.  So I worked for an orthopedic surgeon up on Wilshire, not far from where I live now.  I was fifty pounds heavier back then, and because of that, I was totally suicidal.  I hated my body, and I hated my life.  I complained to myself all the time, obsessively; complete OCD, like many of my clients.

All of my friends were off at colleges around the country.  They were having the time their young lives, while I worked full time, and lived on my own.  I felt sorry for myself, just like most adolescents do.

One morning in May, just before my 19^th birthday, I woke up in so much pain that I couldn’t stand on my own two feet.  That sharp pain careened through my body like a bobsled, until finally, I couldn’t walk at all.  Every joint exploded in searing pain, and I was completely crippled.

Now some people might call that bad luck, right?

But they’d be wrong, because in point of fact, that was the best luck of my life.  Honestly. True good luck!

Of course, I didn’t know that back then.  Back then I felt completely doomed!

Have you ever felt that way?  Yes?

If so, please take a moment to read this blog.  It might inspire you to “shift your perspective,” so that the year of the “Trickster Money” can be your year to shift your own perspective.  Or as my clients are used to my saying:  Flip your brain from “poopy brain to puppy brain.”  From feeling defeated to feeling enthusiastic!

New brain science proves that you learn to use your mind to reprogram your brain.  You can let go of those obsessive compulsive thoughts that drive you nutty, and on top of that, ruin your immune system.

Instead, you can learn to focus on what’s good in your life, and change your life completely.

But first?  Here’s the story I used to tell:

Because I’d gotten so sick, I moved back into my parent’s house in Toluca Lake, where I was raised.   My troubled “Mad Men” parents, both in their mid-forties, were having serious troubles of their own.  My Don Draper, womanizing, lawyer dad, made my mother’s life a nightmare.  She drank herself into blackout most of the time.  Unfortunately, she kept herself jacked up on uppers, so she was a walking, vitriolic spewing nightmare.   One day, in one of her alcoholic rants, she accused me of sleeping with my father and said I had to leave.  That minute.

Okay.  The only problem with that was that I’d just gotten out of another six week stint in a hospital.  I had bi-lateral lung effusions and pericarditis, and I was dying.  I only had $40 to my name and I had nowhere to go.  I was fucked, to put it mildly.

But I called my boyfriend Arthur, who was in school up in Berkeley.  He said I could come up there.  So I gathered up my things, packed them into my little bug, and drove off to Berkeley

When I got there, however, because I was so sick and coughing all the time, he decided I couldn’t stay there after all.  Who could blame him?  He was only 20.  And who wants a sick, coughing girl?

That night, I slept on the floor in a closet, and cried myself to sleep.

When I woke, I called the military hospital across the bay – Letterman General Hospital. (My father was a retired disabled officer so I still had medical benefits. more good luck)  I drove over the Bay Bridge to the lovely Presidio – now a park — and there I stayed for four months.

Because I was a girl, in a hospital filled with young wounded men, freshly back from Viet Nam, they gave me a room to myself. (If you want the full story from a metaphysical point of view, you can read it in “Sensational, Sacred Sex,” a Cobalt Blue Book #3.)

My room overlooked the Golden Gate Bridge.  I woke up every day, to the sight of sparking blue bay – I watched the sun bounce off cars crossing to Sausalito.  I fell to sleep to sound of soft fog horns.  It was the first time in my life that I felt taken care of.

In those four months, I was able to study for the SATs, and then take the test.  I applied to UC Berkeley and got in by examination.  (That Berkeley education still remains the greatest gift of my life.)

When I got out of the hospital, I started school, but I was still extremely sick.  A couple years later, a friend asked me why I was in and out of the hospital all the time.  I said, “Because I have Systemic Lupus Erythematosus,” No one back then had heard of SLE, it’s a autoimmune disease, and in those days, it was usually fatal.

He said, “Oh, I have a friend who had that.  She was dying, but her father took her out of Menninger’s Clinic, and took her to this crazy health food doctor down in Capistrano.  His name is Henry Bieler.”

I went to meet her, heard her story and believed that Henry Bieler, and his “Food Is Your Best Medicine,” protocol would help me heal, too.  So I drove down to Capistrano see him on June 1^st, 1970.  He explained what I would have to do to heal my body.  But he assured me I could do it.

Now, that was great good luck, because I did what he told me, I was able to get off the 60mg of Prednisone, and I was able to heal.

It wasn’t easy, and wasn’t overnight.  But 46 years of eating organic food makes such difference!  So if it weren’t for my lupus, and losing my health, and having to take such good care of myself, I wouldn’t be in such good shape now.

See how it works?  Everything has a silver lining!  If my mother hadn’t forced me to leave, I wouldn’t have gone to Berkeley.  If I hadn’t been so sick then, I wouldn’t be so healthy now.

Take a moment now, and think about your own life.  Can you find “disasters” that turned out to be things that actually helped you find your way, pushed you in a new direction, or discover how brave or strong you truly are?  As Eleanor Roosevelt famously said, “Women are like tea bags.  We never know how strong we are until you put us into hot water.”

We are all here to discover our authentic selves.  It’s the way of the Trickster Monkey!

So Happy Year of the Monkey.  Make the year of the Trickster Monkey your best year!

If you need help to find your authentic self, please give me a call.  Or download my MP3 Audios or Ebooks at my Online Store.

Thanks!

Stephanie

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