My Second Cupping Treatment

My second cupping treatment did not render the monster bacteria the first one did. But enough bacteria emerged from my forehead to take my migraine symptoms away. It also helped to clear my brain and take my Lyme disease journal to my blog where it belongs. I've dealt with so much pain and terror of my own and my client's that I forget how shocking some of this shit may be to others and I get that. I have moved my facebook journal to my blog.
The second cupping was also a spiritual experience, just as it is sacred to walk where our ancestors walked such as the untouched parks, the treatment of cupping and needles is an ancient tradition during the days of Abraham and a precursor to medicine.
The cupping again cleared my head again with a force I did not see until three hours later. I know now I must meet me pain with gratitude and a power for me to call God and ask for goodness and grace.
My first treatment lasted 7 days before I herxed and 9 when my attitude and brain started to change to an irritable, crying, plasmic mess.
I had two cuppings on my forehead which looks rather frighting, but when I saw what came out, no wonder my sinuses never cleared with the amount of biofilm which was lurking under the surface. I will be continuing my herbs and essential oils which will be documented here

later.

The Birth

They say the best place to start is at the beginning so that's where I'll be starting. I was born under exciting circumstances, so it's fitting that my life would continue that way until my karma was done. Yes, I believe in Karma. And God. A mix of both I'd say with a sprinkle of religion. I was born when my mother was 40 and they urged her to abort,as this was in 1963 when having babies was unheard of and there was no way to tell if the baby would have birth defects. My mother refused and said I was a "welcome accident" coming thirteen years later after my brother and sister. My father was 45 and grunted an "OK". He grunted a lot. I was a month late which must have provoked so much anxiety in my mother that I was an hour early for everything after that and became a time Nazi in my professional life.
Anyway, my mother's water broke and she most likely said very politely and elegantly as she would, "Karel, it's time." They sped down the Northwest Freeway off to South Beaumont Hospital, as we lived in West Bloomfield Township, Michigan. As they crossed under an overpass, two teens tossed a large rock off the pass which smashed the windshield of my father's auto.  Luckily, there was a policeman who saw this and waved my father off the side of the freeway. He got  them in the cruiser and raced off to the hospital. I was born in all my glory, blue faced with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck five times, (this explains a lot.)My mother added proudly that I had a full head of hair, she was big in to looks so that's all she saw. They slapped my butt and shot me, screaming into reality and then paraded me around the hospital proudly so that everyone could see the baby that almost died with all that dark, silky hair. I was named "Helena Louise" after my fathers half sister Helena and some dead woman my mother knew; although I think this was out of desperation as a deterrent to Olga, my father's other half sister.Leni came from Helena and actually means "beauty" in Czech. Although I looked this up and it mean "Torch" in Greek. And so I was born and so it shall be.