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Comments on and descriptions of everyday family life in a tropical country, plus other interesting stuff that takes my fancy. May contain explicit sexual material so if you are offended by such or under the legal age, please leave now.
Claude’s experience with hamsters has been disastrous. A few days after he got the little creature, he forgot to put the rat-proof top on the old glass aquarium tank where it was kept. Realising this after he had already settled down for the night, he jumped out of bed, asked permission to go out and put the top on. Moments later, he came back in and collapsed on the floor in tears. It was plain what had happened, I didn’t need to ask. Claude and I took the mangled remains out into the yard and buried it.
I had been pleased that Claude had realised he would like to care for a little creature, so we returned to the pet shop in Cebu and bought two this time. On the way home on the boat one of the two appeared to have something wrong with it – it kept falling over sideways. By the morning of the next day it, too, was dead and buried. The third one soon developed the same symptoms, and two days later we were burying that, too.
Claude was downhearted. I didn’t know how to comfort him. But a little wild mouse heard Claude’s crying, understood his desires and came out into the back porch when Claude was there, allowing itself to be caught by him quite easily and not trying to escape again. Either that or the Great Mouse Spirit heard, and asked for a volunteer to keep Claude company. Whatever happened, it was quite unusual - mice do their best to hide from us humans here, as we persecute them for causing destruction, especially to my piano, whose dark interstices and supplies of chewable nesting material appeal to mice very much. Claude found himself in possession of this little creature, soft grey in colour but bright in spirit. The new companion settled down easily in the old glass aquarium tank, where Claude made a lego palace for it in addition to the plywood house in the corner which his Dad had made for him. The new pet doesn’t mind me handling it, either, though it prefers Claude. It gets a fair amount of attention, handling, choice food and loving care. I think this is better than a bought hamster. A mouse that came and said, “I want to be your pet.”
We went to Cebu last Thursday evening. It’s an overnight trip on the boat, twelve hours. We go two or three times a year, mainly for shopping for things we cannot obtain in our home town.
Claude wanted a pet – a hamster. I bought him one, though I realised too late I should have bought two. It’s good that he is learning how to care for a live creature. This little furry creature gives him much pleasure. The hamsters my family have owned in the past have been larger and more smooth-coated than this one.
About ten years ago I had an episode of tachycardia (rapid heart beat) lasting a few minutes. Since then, these episodes became gradually more frequent. Often, additionally, I would feel short of breath, weak, have cold sweats and low blood pressure, all of which I believe are symptoms of heart trouble. I visited doctors two or three times but did not feel confident that any of them were able to help me, and I was determined not to get sucked into a life of pill-popping or even worse, hospital confinement.
From about two months ago until last weekend, these symptoms became the norm in my life, and freedom from them just an island in a sea of varying anxiety. I’m not much afraid of death, but I have a young son, eight years.
A year ago I came across EFT - Emotional Freedom Technique, bought Gary Craig's videos and studied them with care, passing Dr. Pat Carrington’s “Advanced” exam.
EFT uses tapping on various points of the body, together with certain spoken phrases. It can be useful for an amazingly wide range of problems. Of course I tapped for these “heart problems”, and that seemed to provide temporary relief lasting a few hours at most. Sometimes it didn't seem to work well. Often I would wake up in the night short of breath, have to get up and walk around for a couple of hours until I felt well enough to risk going back to bed.
Last weekend I started tapping when I felt an episode coming on. Usually I used the phrase “Even though I have these heart problems ”, or “… this heart problem …”, but by mistake I used the phrase “Even though I have heart failure …”
As soon as I heard myself say this, it began to dawn on me that “heart failure” for me at that moment really meant “feelings of failure”. "Heart"="feelings". Three or four times in my life I have completely failed when attempting to achieve leadership roles, and they have been traumatic failures: failure to be accepted for a commission in the army; resigning my position as a head teacher in a primary school; being passed over for head of house when I was a senior schoolboy. I thought I had put these failures behind me, but I had the feeling that this Freudian slip was significant and that I should tap for this “feeling a failure in my life”, using the specific incidents as far as I remembered them. I did this, two or three times. I had no strong emotions while tapping, but the symptoms subsided. I have been free of them for five days now. It’s many months since I had five consecutive days of no symptoms.
No doubt this will seem quite ordinary run-of-the-mill stuff to most EFT practitioners, but it feels anything but ordinary to me.
Anyway, to say I’m relieved is putting it mildly. I feel as if I have many years to live (I’m now 75), whereas last week I wondered how many days I had left. Many thanks to Gary and those upon whose shoulders he has stood. Any interested reader can click the link in this post or email me.
Malcolm