Moments or Months, Not Years: This Is Your Transformation Timeline
Moments or Months, Not Years: This Is Your Transformation Timeline
Hello folks.
Today I am talking about how long you can expect positive change to take place within you when working with anyone — professional, healer, coach, friend, mentor, you name it.
There are not exactly any magic pills on this Earth — and that is for a divinereason…we wouldn’t come together in the same awesome ways and we wouldn’t be forced to turn our gaze within to recognize that we have every piece of equipment we need to heal ourselves.
But sometimes we get lost, manipulated, swindled, lured into the fantasy world of “false hope,” or even worse, we patter down the path of what convention would say works for us “just because it is what most people (here) do.”
It happens to all of us — myself included!
When we do wander off the path of True Healing, we have to somehow be directed back to the people and resources whom remind us of our indefatigable self-worth, self-resilience, and self-regeneration.
When we do wander off the path of True Healing, we have to somehow be directed back to the people and resources whom remind us of our indefatigable self-worth, self-resilience, and self-regeneration.
Enter: Rick.
I met Dr. Rick Housewright, founder of Ghosttown Chiropractic in Lafayette, Colorado, just over four weeks ago, and immediately felt safe in his hands. After we connected on philosophical and physical conversations abound day by day, on the third day, he said something to me that hit me like a ton of bricks fortuitously fallen from Heaven:
“Abby, know this — when you meet the right people who authentically are there to help you, the healing will take place in moments or months.”
As I opened up my cell phone to type down the gems he was gifted my soul with, I felt my body transforming. His tightly packaged message so powerfully acknowledged a very frustrated, exhausted, used, and abused part of me that had been craving immense validation. Sure, as a whole throughout my lifetime, but in the more acute present tense, in my struggle to understand just why the heck my body had been falling apart for months and months.
Til that point, I felt I had dragged myself from doctor to doctor, “healer” to “healer”, surgeon to surgeon who were either broken records of dumbfounded drawl or lacking their very own vital energy to really help me get to the root of my suffering. Probably both (job burnout is real). Or, even worse, they robotically ran me through a mechanical carousel with a preset timeline, preset costs, preset curiosity, and preset limiting beliefs about the human body. I felt an immense, primitive, sense of neglect.
I take full responsibility for choosing these doctors, “healers”, and surgeons…and I forgive myself for my helplessness. I was doing the best I could, I think. Compassion will save the soul.
But I kept itching, relentlessly searching, for something that made sense to me. Someone who understood me.
My life hit a turning point in the moment that I met Dr. Rick.*
I hit a nadir where darkness and depression…as we’d colloquially call it and normalize it, morphed into numbness, hopelessness, and frozenness. The cells in my Brain were unified in saying “I can’t, I won’t, I don’t want to,” in response to Life. I literally could not sense a way forward or through.
At this point, I unshackled my heart of the Pain, Fear, and Suffering buckling me down and reached out to family members outside of my nuclear family to share how desperate I was to find the right help. That’s an understatement — I was seeking a plan to save my life.
Five days prior, I walked out of the medical office of the (at the time) PCP I was putting my trust in, and she had prescribed me Intensive Outpatient Therapy straightaway. For anxiety, mood, and depression. I left her office determined to follow through — a plan had arrived, and I excitedly called family members to tell them the plan…but, truth be told, something in my Heart and Soul did not feel right about it.
This was when Patience showed up at THE MOST ANNOYING TIME EVER.
But, She did.
A puff of her perfume crossed my nose, and I couldn’t ignore it. “You just have to wait a little longer, Abby,” she spoke.
I wanted to be enraged, rip myself out of my body, fight back, scream “Fuck No, Bitch, I Won’t!”…but, like anytime a soft, gentle, benevolent Truth touches your Soul, you don’t fight back. You accept. It is there to HELP You.
I felt the divine directive to wait a little bit longer.**
The silent, inner, non-dominant guidepost to grow my grit into the gumption my Soul needed to turn with the turning point.
Trusting — not as the innocent little girl waiting alone in a corner for someone to console her or save her soul; rather, as the wise and wild woman opening her heart and her palms to team up with the people who her instinct told her a “100%, FUCK YES, You Can Trust Them” vibration in response to meeting.
This was my inner alchemy.
Where Fear had once blocked Gnosis…
Where Smallness had once blocked Courage…
Where Clinging to the Known had blocked allowing and entering the Unknown…
My inner knowledge, my inner badass, my inner adventurer came together to create the New Me.
Since this divine, woven moments of meeting Rick and not just listening, but heeding my Soul…I have unwoven into something beautifully brand new; a.k.a. “I’ve Changed.”
I adhere to a pretty strict program of meditations, hours-long writing sessions, workouts, depth psychotherapy, chiropractic care, and psychotropic medications that are Bringing The Most Out Of Me.
It’s no coincidence that I say “I’ve changed” and “I have broken the habit of being my (old) self,” because I am absorbing the wisdom and guidance of the brilliant Dr. Joe Dispenza each morning and each evening for meditations.
Yes, I still sometimes feel aches, pains, wobbles, and flashes of fear in my body, but my Personality (how I think, how I act, and how I feel) have changed. Hence, I have changed.
The lesson here is that — after months stacked on months of feeling like I was going nowhere but down and out, falling apart, and crumbling into a desperate mess, after just four weeks, I Have Come Back To Life.
Again:
When you meet the right people who are authentically there to help you, your healing will take place in moments or months.
It absolutely is not meant to take years, decades, or even longer.
When it takes years to begin feeling better, that’s a surefire sign that you are working with people who are straight up manipulating you — the offering of their services and presentation of their “healing” plan steered by Money and Power. There is so much more I could say about this…about how important it is that your clear, hone, polish, and tune in to your Intuitive sense of who you instinctively trust; how important it is that you practice and sharpen your faculty of discernment by saying “no” (sometimes, a “no thank you”) when it is not for you (and, oppositely, saying “yes” when it is for you)…but I can save that sermon for later.
Again:
MOMENTS OR MONTHS. THIS IS YOUR TRANSFORMATION TIMELINE.
I’m half warning, half inspiring you, wholly directing you into a deeper respect for your body and time.
If there is any goal, healing, transformation you want to make in your life, and it’s already been one year without you seeing, feeling, knowing positive change is occurring…fucking run the other way as fast as you can. Leave. You are wasting your precious, beautiful soul and life.
Now you might be asking…
How in the hell does transformation take place in moments or months? I thought you said there was no magic pill.
Listen in:
The full expression of your transformation and healing cross a lifetime. And the speed, depth, breadth, and routes travel their own unique timelines for each unique human being. I am not implying that a full reversal, makeover, reincarnation will take place in moments or months (though this kind of is what I am saying).
To clarify, you might not see, feel, and know all of the positive changes you are experiencing right away…and they take time to develop and emerge.
However, the alchemization, inside-out, positive life change takes moments or months to flip on.
It should take moments or months…not YEARS…for you to see the light inside of you that you get to shine on your own healing potential (a.k.a. every cell in your body).
When you meet a personal trainer who is authentically there to help you transform your fitness, it should not take years to start feeling more energized, stronger, and more confident in your skin. Don’t expect to drop 20 pant sizes in moments or months; do expect to become stronger, brighter, lighter, and freer to move.
In moments or months.
When you meet a meditation teacher who is authentically there to help you transform your mind, it should not take years to start building greater concentration and expanding your imagination of what’s possible to create from the field. Don’t expect to reach nirvana; do expect to become better at thinking deeply about one thing at a time and to become more astute of the space between stimulus and response.
In moments or months.
When you meet a nutrition coach who is authentically there to help you transform your nutrition, it should not take years to start pooping better, sleeping better, and feeling a steadier flow of energy throughout each day. Don’t expect all villainous bacterias from your gut overnight; do expect to become a more balanced human being who spends less energy deciding what to eat and more energy connected to what they eat.
In moments or months.
When you meet a relationship therapist who is authentically there to help you transform your relationships, it should not take years to start sinking further into trust, vulnerability, and intimacy. Do not expect to land your husband at a coffee shop by mere will of signing up for a 12-pack of sessions; do expect to become connected to and comfortable around other humans, even in this crazy world.
In moments or months.
When you meet a spirit guide (yes, these show up in many ways and forms) who is authentically there to help you transform your spirit, it should not take years to start sensing your connection to everything around you (and vice-versa). Do not expect to solve your gnarliest, most mysterious questions in front of a crystal ball in one session; do expect to become a seer of new doors opening up in your world that you never thought possible.
In moments or months.
If your personal trainer, meditation coach, nutrition coach, relationship therapist, or spiritual teacher (yes, these show up in many ways and forms) are taking years to ignite your inner gnosis of your own self-worth, self-resilience, and self-regeneration, they are not for you. Accept this gift.
Wrapping up, transformation sounds like this big, hairy, scary monster that we all are doomed to fail at overcoming. But really, it is an acknowledgement of your own strength and magic within, and when you meet the right people who authentically want to help you, you will feel them spark that innate power.
Whatever challenge/s you are facing, whatever struggle you are grappling with, whatever suffering you are seeking a way out of, remember to keep your antennae of discernment high up and tuned in to those who believe in you and your healing power — and choose only them. You got this, friend.
*I should be careful with this language, however, because in the process of healing, it doesn’t just hit you…come randomly…fall into your lap like a golden goose. Rather, it requires one’s own conscious decision — the channeling of your own power…to CHANGE. We do not choose the exact circumstances and conditions that nudge us to wander within, but we absolutely do choose our response.
**At this point, I was helplessly having hysterical outbursts of despair, sadness, and grief nearly every hour on the hour. I was pulling off the side of the road for hours at a time to wail and sleep while awake as I contemplated just how to pull myself out of the numbness. The tears were terrifying tectonic shifts of my mind and soul. Minus the spirituality, they took a toll on me. I even walked into the doctor’s office that day with my eyes glued shut — simply from the puffiness accrued from the purge. The old layers of my Soul were dying.