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    When Bad Things Bring Good

    By gia combs-ramirez | March 28, 2008

    When my son was 2 something happened. He became very angry, reactive and nonresponsive to us. At first I thought it was the terrible two’s but the behavior continued when he turned 3 and then 4. My husband thought our son was mentally challenged. I didn’t think that was the problem but the best way I could describe him was to coin the phrase “emotionally autistic.” His language was not developing at all, but we didn’t know if that was because he was growing up in a home with two languages, or if he was a crystalline child that was naturally slow at language or maybe some other reason.

    Nothing we did seemed to help or change the situation. We lived in Mexico a good part of the year because they are very tolerant of children with behavioral problems. In the U.S. we felt constantly judged and criticized. I was told by many friends, I just needed to be tougher with him and to lay down the law with heavy punishment.

    I began sending up prayers for help. Nothing I did helped and there seemed to be no progress at all with my son’s development. Then during the spring of his 4th year I decided to go to a health conference. I needed some continuing education units and a bit of a break. My plan was to drive up to Tucson and fly to Monterrey for the conference. I got to Tucson during the afternoon rush hour. Traffic was bumper to bumper on the freeway. I’m not used to driving in a lot of  traffic. It makes me very nervous.

    The car in front of me began to move, so I took my foot of the brake and began to move forward as well. Then I heard a big noise behind me. Thinking I was going to be hit from behind I looked in the rear view mirror. In that instant the car in front of me braked again. And I bumped into the car. Which then bumped into the truck in front of it.

    We all three pulled to the edge of the freeway and waited for a cop. Although the car in front of me had no noticeable dent on the bumper, the truck in front of that car had a huge dent. The driver of the car immediately in front of me jumped out after I hit her with her hand clapped over her neck  yelling, “My neck! My neck!” It was obvious she was after major insurance money. (In that level of accident the neck doesn’t show up as “hurting” until the next day or so.)

    I was more concerned about the people in the truck. It was a young woman with two young children. I inquired if they were okay and she said yes, but she looked very worried. As I waited for the cop to show up, I watched this mother with her two children and I began to see that she did things with her children the way I did with my son. Subtle things like touching them when she talked to them,  never letting them get farther away then arm’s length, and crouching down to speak directly to them in their faces. Mostly though, it was the energy I watched between them that seemed so familiar.

    I approached her again and asked her about her children. She told me that they were both deaf. I felt a rush of energy wash over me as I realized the universe was getting me a message about my son. It turned out he wasn’t deaf, but severely hearing impaired.

    Shortly after that time we got him fitted for hearing aids and enrolled in a listening course that helped him reconnect to the world (the Tomatis method). It was the beginning of a long journey of discovery, but at least the journey had begun. Our son today is a young man of 15, who has almost caught up with his class in language development. His emotional development continues to evolve as we explore the realm of hormones and body changes. It’s clear though, that he’s come out of his shell. We’ve all become more aware of the abilities to listen and hear and what it means to our inner selves.

    I am eternally grateful for the “gentle” car accident and the woman with the two children. No one was hurt, but I was finally able to see what was going on within my own family.

    Almost all of our great traumas bring some form of goodness with them. If you have traumas in your life where you haven’t received the goodness yet, take a moment to enter into a meditative state and reconnect with the trauma. Ask to heal whatever needs to be healed from that trauma, send appreciation to the trauma (even if you don’t know why) and then ask to receive the “goodness” from the event. It will enter as an energetic download.

    Let me know how it works out for you.

    Topics: Metaphysics, Autobiographical, Evolution of Consciousness, Personal/Spiritual Growth |

    3 Responses to “When Bad Things Bring Good”

    1. Mom's Blogging Carnival: 14 April 2008 Edition | Australian Women Online Says:
      April 13th, 2008 at 5:45 pm

      […] combs-ramirez presents When Bad Things Bring Good posted at The Science of Energy Healing, saying, “Sometimes the universe speaks to us in […]

    2. Deborah Robinson Says:
      April 13th, 2008 at 6:34 pm

      This article has been included in the latest edition of Mom’s Blogging Carnival

    3. Jenny Says:
      April 13th, 2008 at 10:12 pm

      Thank you for submitting your post to the Mommy Blog Carnival for April 15th. I’ve included it in the upcoming edition. :) Hope to see you drop by and check out the other participants. Again, thank you!

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