It took me a while, and I apologize for that, but I needed to read your post, thoroughly, twice...and I have just finished leaving my computer entirely alone for quite a while, for 'cleaning' of viruses, spyware, etc.
We found a computer genius who has grown naturally into his craft, from being blinded in a car crash.
In a way, he personifies exactly the natural human talents we are speaking of. He is working from memory, assisted by the 'voice' capabilities of a program that reads the screen for him, and by anyone who takes the time to sit beside him and read for him, which speeds things considerably.
He does have some vision, which fluctuates wildly. Currently it seems like a narrow 'tunnel' in which he has no perception of depth, or whether things are more left or right, or up or down. He explains that he may reach for the salt shaker, and knock over the coffee cup which is in front and slightly to the right.
Basically, he goes on to explain, he can't see anything below his elbows. When he is managing a cranky computer, he 'tries' things, very much aware of his wish to do no harm.
I tell him he is a born teacher, for he is. He is so good that the majority of his work is done over the telephone...he 'talks' a client through the steps he has found most helpful, screen by screen, page by page...because he remembers them, and because he has the patience of Job.
Not only is he coaxing performance from the machine, but he helps clients to easily understand places they have never seen before.
I also tell him he should speak, publicly, or to groups interested in his subjects.
He is 58, and has always had astonishing adventures and interests and memory. His stories, alone, and the way he tells them, would make a rollicking book.
No, he gets no income from his talents, probably because he has no experience of 'business', and our town charges large fees for formal enterprises...also, 'religious' folk hereabouts tend to be very poor, and look at even the fairest of 'profits' somewhat askance.
Still...there are ways.
Memory is a wonderful thing.
We only need to hear, or think, the word 'home', and instantly remember its meaning to us, through all of our senses.
More, we may instantly change that meaning in any way we prefer by applying new words...manufacturing new 'memories' on the spot...ones that we will 'remember' forever, if we wish.
But we trip over our concerns about 'reality'.
To my mind, 'reality' doesn't matter. The most important part is that we CAN feel and think and create...where and when we wish...unless we are 'stuck' in a concept, for whatever reason.
I think my experience with Silvia Sivec was effective because of my own receptivity...my own willingness to accept a fresh possibility...my 'openness'.
I mean, what do I know about 'energy' and its workings? ...Zilch.
But I do have memories of well-being...whether or not I can account for them.
A long time ago I acknowledged that the body must have cellular memory, from even before I was aware of thinking.
I proved that by accepting that every cell in my body knows how to be sixteen years old, tacking up a picture of myself at sixteen, and losing 65
pounds in eight months.
I should be surprised that experiences and feelings from that era jumped to the forefront???
And that ways of 'how' to make the change, that I had only recently learned, came into play, too. I threw out white
Sugar and white flour, and ground my own grains.
The crunch between the effectiveness of this inborn talent, which we all have, and the so-called 'realities' of my then current life, caused me a nice little nervous breakdown, which took me directly to the life I have today, over a very bumpy road.
Bit by bit, awakening by awakening, I am reminding myself of the possibility that the Domancic 'method', however it is constructed, CAN be just as effective.
Once again I am astonished at my own concepts that are either 'in the way', or wonderfully helpful.
I have built a new 'memory', of sitting quietly, palms upward, while Silvia did whatever she does, and I began to heal in ways I had never dreamed possible.
The improvements just come, slowly or suddenly, as I become 'ready', I guess.
I mean, to suddenly feel a couple of masses of what I think are parasites, stop all activity, which I have been feeling for a couple of years, is rather 'miraculous', I think.
Or, was it my fifth round of Humaworm that did the trick? Or, does it really matter what was the exact 'cause', or combination of 'causes'? I am here, and I have more to do...and I am enjoying the transformation.
I don't feel 70 at all, more like going on 32! But I behave myself, and no one guesses my fancifulness, I hope.
And, even though they might, I think a little fancifulness is a good thing in this 'oh so serious' world.
I wouldn't be surprised that we all learn all the truths to all our questions, to our great satisfaction and peacefulness, at the 'end'...no matter our 'thinking' abilities throughout life. ...No matter even if we have been no better than we should be.
I think the power is still the same, whatever we do or believe. For the life of me I can't conceive of any 'evil' that is stronger. Probably someones notion, I think...unfounded.
But, then, I've read Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, and oodles of 'psychics' who say we are all about thirty, or so, on 'the other side'...and whole...and content.
Perhaps, 'here', is simply an exercise in possibilities. I don't know.
I do know this, that when one is in the middle of a crisis, time gets skewed.
Feeling every detail of falling on my face, one at a time, chin, teeth, nose jammed up and back, I had time to notice, for example, that my cheekbones held, didn't break, as I went on to notice my covered eyeballs flatten, a bit, and then my forehead take the imprint of the metal doorsill...perfectly aware of where my husband was, and lookee-loos, as I screamed his name.
All I wanted was his healing hands on my head, to prevent the serious headache between my eyes that I knew was in store. (It didn't materialize.)
If our perception of time, for one thing, can alter so easily, maybe there is no 'old' age.
Some things can keep some seniors perpetually smiling! They just enjoy life.
As Forrest Gump said, he didn't know if things were just floating around on the breeze, kind of accidental-like, or if there is a planned destiny, but he suspected kind of a bit of both...I think maybe we are often our own planners, and choose how pleased we are at the outcomes...or how embarrassed.
But, for sure, I think we go to great satisfaction, any and all of us, unless we get stuck in a poor mind-set.
Even then, we have no perception of time, or 'punishment', and can be helped on our way to the light, I believe.
So, if that's where we are going, anyway, why not aim for it while we live? ...Much more enjoyable than any other way to live, in any case.
I've been writing this for a long time, and have forgotten some of what I wanted to say...except that I wish you well, and those you love.
Happy Christmas, good Chiron...and the finest of New Years.
May 2009 bring us all the realization of all our dreams...worldwide.
Fledgling