“Damaged goods.” I first heard that phrase from the lips of a woman describing her husband who was the only survivor of a family tragedy. The finality in her tone really struck me. And it was her explanation for everything that was wrong in their relationship.
Damage, damage, damage… 7 billion unique versions of damaged goods, some of us taking our first hits whilst still in the womb. Some bear scars, others only echoes of earlier experiences, forever colouring their lens of life… All of us gifted with excuses why we can’t be happy, healthy and fulfilled.
As a student naturopath, I hung out with a young man who had been in practice for a couple of years. “One year to do the damage, 5 years to undo…” he said. How grim. At 19, and in relatively good health I thought of all the antibiotics I had swallowed, my 3 years on the pill, and thought I had probably clocked up 10 years of diligent restorative work already. Heavy! And I had a neat backlog of emotional wounds from my formative years too.
Later, in clinic, as a naturopath/homeopath I developed something of a talent for honing in on the damage. All my life people have singled me out to confide in. That worked for me professionally because I could create safe space, invite my client to talk and regardless of whether they were presenting to me with a physical complaint or mental/emotional struggles when we got to the bit where their energy was “stuck” (picture a stream with some debris causing a back eddy)... I would get shivers down my right side and we would hone in. Then, between my skills and my remedies, to the best of my ability I would holistically assist the mind-body-spirit undoing of their tangle.
Largely that was very satisfying and transformative, however sometimes, we got the inner shifts but the physical stayed stuck. It was like the dis-ease patterns got so deeply embedded in the body that they didn’t want to shift. I could only conclude that sometimes the lesson of the malady wasn’t complete and there was nothing more I had the power to influence at this time. But still I longed for ways to help more, to be able to undo what was stuck there in the physical more effectively… And I longed to be able to shift my own stuck bits, because everything I knew did not seem to be enough.
12 years and a lot more damage later, meridian tapping (EFT - emotional field therapy) entered my life, and though I totally resisted doing it, I made myself give it a red hot go. I shifted my own junk so profoundly and so quickly that I could do naught else but adopt the technique, blend it with my other healing skills and make it my own.