When Illnesses Become Our Wake-up Call

Most of our biggest life changes happen after a close shave with death, or a illness that brings us to our knees. For without something drastic, it is always too comfortable. We assume our bodies are unbreakable no matter how much alcohol we consume, or how much stress we pile onto our bodies. But when things really break down, most of modern society relies on exercise, diet and medication to cope.

What if the root cause is something else?

Personally, I’m obsessed with finding out what the real problem is.

Imagine, you have ship with a hole. Instead of finding where the hole is and fix it, we put faster engines, more life boats and limit the capacity on the boat, hoping it’ll get a smaller number of people to its destination faster without sinking on the way.

To me, that’s a scary way to live.

What if the hereditary heart disease that’s been passed down from generation to generation was the result of trauma that closed the heart of one person because it was simply too much to feel? And that pattern of keeping everything inside instead of seeking help and healing was passed down from grandfather to dad to son.

What if the kidney failure that has plagued families is a pattern of fear-driven poverty consciousness that was never healed even after the family had money?

That being said, I acknowledge that modern medicine has helped millions of people to extend their lives, and possibly live better. But that also means being reliant on medication. It’s a crutch, not a cure. That being said, the most beautiful part of the recovery process is actually being taken cared of by people.

In my 3.5 year womb recovery journey, I once went to the polyclinic to get my blood pressure, iron levels and a referral to a specialist for a scan. Though I never took any medicine from them, or receive any treatment, my weakened spirit was gladdened when the nurses were genuinely concerned by my extremely low blood pressure, and when doctors showed concerned about my daily bleeding. It was the human touch that made me feel better. Of course, I continued my journey in my own way, relying on western medicine only for its diagnostic tools.

At the end of my journey, I understood the importance of my womb, and how it’s health affected every part of me. A woman’s health is indeed intimately related with her womb’s. Not only did I discover sexual abuse in my childhood, I also learnt so much feminine wisdom. Today, I rely on my womb to ground fully into my body. I breathe into her daily, tap into her gifts and am grateful that she is well. I don’t worry that the abnormal bleeding will come back because much of the spiritual and emotional root causes have been cleared away.

As much as western medicine has helped us, it has also negatively impacted women’s health in the last century. I’ve met women who are lost in depression after having their wombs removed, on recommendation by the doctor because it is ‘useless’. I’ve been women who bleed uncontrollably from patch contraceptives only to be told by doctors that this is normal. This is why I’m so passionate about helping women to heal naturally. I know it is possible. I always believed it because we are a reflection of nature.

How do you let a forest heal?

You don’t prod and poke with a machine. You don’t keep going in to hunt, set fire or cut down trees. The feminine healing cycle will take over.

The land will regenerate itself. It just takes time.

I gave my womb time. I listened to her. I purged the toxins. I cried my heart out. I held her safe. I reconnected with my ancestors.

And she healed.