Yes, it’s been awhile since I’ve reached out to all of you. I left off blogging in December about the “Beyond Lyme & Other Chronic Illnesses” conference hosted by Dr. Richard Horowitz and held at the renowned Kripalu center in Lenox MA, beginning with “Kripalu: Closing in on the 8%” and “Kripalu: Casting a Wider Net.” Since then, I’ve been busy with urgent kare, kolonoscopys, and even Keeping up with the Kardashians from my kouch as I recovered from a bit of a setback, possibly a kase of lyme and ko-infection komplications. As you can tell, I’ve missed unleashing some kreativity.
But I’m back…with “Kripalu: Circle of Song & Synchronicity”.
After the end of our second day of research, treatments and case studies presented by Dr. Horowitz–and more than 6 hrs of intensive discussions and note taking–our hearts and minds were heavy and fatigued. But somehow, despite it all, the adoring face of Dr. Horowitz shone bright. And that of his wife Lee as well. How did they emit such light? Such energy? Such spirituality? How was their a lightness to their spirit despite the weight of their world ? We would soon find out.
We were invited to return after dinner for an evening of song. I could barely breathe after gorging on the gluten free buffet. But I fought the quinoa coma and found my way to the meeting hall again. We sat in a circle, huddled together like faithful scouts. Some in chairs, some stretched out on the floor. The same room we had been in all day had somehow transformed with the moonlight…and with the energy of the man with the guitar. He was the glue holding the circle together, the strongest link in the chain–Dr.Horowitz.
How could this brilliant being be speaking of triple persister antibiotic protocols in one minute, and his experience studying with the Tibetan Masters the next? I was moved by his stories of enlightenment and spiritual study. And I could feel the energy of himself and his Kempo masters–and the Kempo masters before them, and before them yet again. I pictured the glowing fireballs of their hearts and bodies, the embers of centuries of spirituality and meditation warming the room and ourselves.
And then, we were warmed with song and the soothing voices of Dr. Horowitz and his wife Lee. This Land is Your Land. Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Turn, Turn, Turn. “When the sun came shining and I was strolling. And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling. As the fog was lifting. A voice as chanting. This land was made for you and me”…”The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky. Are also on the faces of people passing by. I see friends shaking hands, saying how do you do? They’re really saying I love you”…”To everything turn, turn, turn. There is a season turn, turn, turn. And a time for every purpose under heaven”…
We were warm, content, relaxed and moved. People began sharing stories. Then Dr. Horowitz asked me to share one of mine, one I had shared with him a few months earlier. We had been having dinner, discussing business. When suddenly he asked me if I had ever played Synchronicity. No, I said naively, I hadn’t…thinking it was a board or card game. But then I realized he didn’t mean that at all. He meant had I ever played with synchronicity. Like throwing a question to the universe and waiting to see what happens. In fact I had, I told him. At one time, I was struggling to write my book. I remember looking upwards to the sky in desperation begging to know if I should write it. Months later, on my way for a coffee stop, a car cut in front of me. With the license plate WRITEIT. And so I did. I wrote it.
Because of our discussion, I was inpsired to “play synchronicity” again. He told me to put another question to the universe and wait patiently for the signs around me. So I did. And in the same rotary that I must take for my daily coffee stop, it happened again. A car with a license plate in front of me caught my attention. This time, it read YRULOST. I took that to mean that I needn’t be troubled by what had been troubling me. I wasn’t lost after all. Dr. Horowitz had delighted in this when I had told him of it, and now all my fellow “scouts” reveled.
Gasps and applause from the circle brought me back to the moment. The night had already felt so synchronous with songs and spiritual awakenings and now sharing my stories of “the synchronicity game”only heightened my sense that I was connected to the universe and at that very moment, to no place stronger than that circle. We were all feeling a sense of connection. Which would be sealed for all of us in the closing gestures of Dr. Horowitz and Lee…
….A Tibetan blessing. One by one, as she made her way around the circle, Lee placed both hands gently atop our heads as they chanted softly, and blessed us. Each and every one.
What we experienced that night, as lyme patients and advocates, was the best form of medicine and healing that any of us could have ever asked for: Unconditional love and acceptance, and unselfish giving. That is the true healing power of Dr. Horowitz. He healed a part of all of us that night with his gifts. Not the gift of triple persister protocols. But the gift of his spirituality and essence, allowing us to find inner peace and to let go of our fears, admist songs, stories and blessings. At least for a little while. As we sat in our synchronous circle. It would be the single most powerful experience at Kripalu, and the year, that I would have.