Before I get into this, I want to make the same disclaimer as in my egg intolerance curing story. I’m not an example of perfect health. So I’m not claiming anything and everything can be healed by following what I did here. I share these experiences because they are real and I think should be shared for obvious reasons. I have my theories as to how they work, but there is a big element of mystery.
Pulling my back…
Around 2014, I was at a parkour gym (think an adult playground) doing some flips into foam pits and whatnot. In the corner of the giant room there was a barbell lifting set up. It had been a while since I lifted, but I was feeling particularly energetic that day. I went up to the barbell and put a decent amount of weight (225lb, about 100kg) and lifted it. Zing! An intensely sharp pain shot up my back. It felt like something had snapped, and there was a rush of pain.
Needless to say I was out of commission from that point, and hobbled my way home.
Over the next few days, I could barely lean over without feeling a shooting pain my up back. Even going to bed, I had to lower myself into a chair and then roll over in bed to prevent this shooting pain. I thought I had broken my back for good at first, but luckily after a couple of weeks I noticed some minor improvement.
Over the course of a few months, it slowly got better and better, until finally I could walk and move almost normally. Bending over too much however felt like I was going to pull it again so I was always a bit apprehensive.
Fast forward to 2022. I was going out with family at a beach dogsitting and I bent over to dry a dog. Zing! The same pain as before. Immediately I thought to the long drawn out recovery process that happened the first time. I knew I was in for it again.
One week later, the injury showed the first signs of healing. Still a long way to go - I was making a mental note of the progression.
But that day, I leaned over in a weird way again and zing! it happened again. That sucked because I knew I had essentially reset the clock.
The Meditation
That night, after setting myself in bed, I was reflecting on the last week. During that week, the pain had really been taking my peace of mind away. I was thinking that it’s been a while since I had spent time with God. What I mean by this is spend time in that tranquil quiet space where there is a general sense of perfect peace.
Pain can often be a distraction, keeping the mind from finding rest in this space. But I was really determined that night to rest in that peace because it felt like a long time coming.
I find it difficult meditate while lying down because it’s easy to drift into ego thoughts and fall asleep, so I pushed myself up into a sitting position with a pillow on my back. It was also a symbol of intention, this pain cannot stop me from entering into the peace of God. The act of sitting up was painful, but eventually I found a position that was acceptable.
I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to take its natural course, drifting away from body sensations into an inner expansive space where I could truly relax.
As I relaxed in that space, I felt that familiar sense of peace fill me up. I felt at home - happy.
This is a point in this meditation that I feel is important. I felt as though I no longer cared at all whether my back was healed. I felt that if I had a broken back for eternity, it wouldn’t matter in the slightest because this space was still here for me to rest in regardless.
I spent a few minutes in that peace. After maybe five or so minutes, I felt that I was ready to go to sleep. I reached over to grab the curtains, bending over in doing so.
There was no pain.
I got out of bed, scratched my head, and walked around. I leaned over. I did some moves. Hip rotations. There was nothing except an extremely mild dull ache. No zinging pain. No shooting pain. I would say how it feels after a few months of healing. Did I do months of healing on one five minute meditation session?
I don’t know! But I was pretty happy about it.
