I had my next healing session with my Neurological Integration practitioner, Guy, last Friday. I’m losing count, was that my fourth session? My last visit was December 21st.
Anyway, I told him how, on the journey home from the last session, I had hit the most spectacular migraine, which stayed with me for over a week and moved into the worst depression yet. I could tell Guy was dismayed to hear this. He had warned me I might get a kick-back reaction from the healing session, but from his reaction I could tell that nothing like this was expected. He mentioned I had also had a migraine after the session before.
He asked how things were at that moment and I explained I had a headache along with a cold but didn’t feel ‘right’ and could tell I was going down with a migraine. Truth be told, it had started a few days earlier but my beloved soul sister’s love and care, alongside the remarkable loving regard I had got from my mother, had waylaid it. There’s learning here, it seems, something can be done to avoid or delay a migraine, possibly.
Guy got to work and found the mercury in my brain was being managed now by my antibodies, so that was good news because it had been on my mind. He reassured me it’s common but I didn’t feel reassured, I just felt bad for us all that we have this silent, secret threat. I had been shocked by the similarity with mercury toxicity symptoms and migraine aura symptoms and wonder how often this goes under the radar.
He then discovered that ‘the conductor of my orchestra’, as he refers to the hypothalamus in my brain, had gone to sleep and he found my ‘fight-flight response’ had been switched on again, so I was in meercat heightened vigilance stance again. Both these issues were put right. I got the impression that the big migraine attack had screwed with my brain a bit. No wonder I lost my ability to see reason and found myself hypervigilant for ‘attack’ signs, in the form of evidence that I wasn’t loved. That seems to be the common theme for me when the darkness descends. Maybe that will change, with my mum’s revelation and the opening the heart exercise.
Guy also found a few other areas that needed tweaking and tension in my neck which wasn’t previously there. When I got off the couch at the end of the session, I was feeling rough, bad head, pressure, swimmy and vision affected in ways only a migraine can do. I was well out of sorts as I walked up and down the room and had a thirty minute drive down the motorway to get home. Guy was worried and he set me the task to walk up and down the waiting room for thirty minutes whilst he saw to his next patient. Then he treated me some more, finding my neck was still stiff. Some manipulations later, it was easing. I was slightly improved and felt my body and brain would give me the break I needed to drive myself home. I made a prayer out loud in the car, asking for protection for myself and others during the journey, just to make sure.
Once again, no sooner was I home than it came over me fully. I was so dozey, there was no option but to go and lie down. I slept for three hours and woke feeling much better, although I still had a developing cold virus and moderate migraine. I was able to completely surrender to it, there was no depression this time, just no energy and nothing to do but lie down and rest.
Guy didn’t arrange another appointment with me this time, instead, he said he would phone me to see how I am after a week. Maybe he’s losing hope that he can help me.
A decorative doorway inside St Davids Cathedral, Pembrokeshire, South Wales.