Some say that when we visualize something, the brain
can at times find it hard to distinguish between a vivid
imagination and that which we experience as reality.
Let me be blunt.
I'm in pain. Mentally and physically.
Have been for years.
Some days are worse than others.
It was during one
of those really worst of days that I discovered
a way to
escape my pain by utilizing the power
of imagination.
This particular day the pain was so intense that
I couldn't even get out
of bed to grab some pain-killers.
Even the tiniest of movement and my stomach
would lurch.
Although even the act of mere thinking hurt,
somehow suddenly
I remembered someone telling me that it is
possible to make the brain/mind ''think/believe''
something to be real/actually happening with the help
of a very vivid imagination.
Stuck there in my bed, unable to move and barely
capable of breathing, I closed my eyes and visualized
myself being an eagle, soaring high above snow
clad mountains.
I became the eagle.
My eyes viewed the mountains, I heard the
winds, I smelt the ice-cold air, I felt my
wings slowly moving.
Gliding through the air all my attention was
focused on being there, there....in the mind of an
eagle.
I was no longer aware of my pain, I was only
experiencing a sense of freedom and lightness that
I imagined soaring like an eagle entailed.
As to the amount of time that may have passed while
I ''was soaring'' I have no idea, but
what I do know is that when I opened my eyes again,
I was able to get out of my bed, slowly walk to
the bathroom and finally
take some over-the counter pain-killers.
With blurry, bloodshot eyes I looked at my watch.
5:30 am.
I went back to bed.
I went back to being an eagle.
(Since then I have ''soared'' many times.)
Imagination.
''Logic will get you from A to B.
Imagination will take you everywhere.''
(Albert Einstein)
Pain, including chronic pain, due to some
form of illness, is in my view insidious.
It tends to be stealthy, obnoxious, crafty
and so on, but worst of all, ....relentless.
If that's not bad enough, pain that is caused
by something not visible to the naked eye,
well, that's worse still.
Why? Because it can so easily be
dismissed as ''imaginary''.
And as such, in my experience ''imaginary''
pain is often viewed as not
''deserving" of neither compassion nor sympathy.
Quandary: Imagination is ''good or bad'' according
to the ''eyes of the beholder''.
Imagination, in my view is a tool.
It can be used in ways that enhances and
enriches our lives,
or it can be used in ways that diminish
and disparage our lives.
We are the ones using the tool so we must chose
how to use it.
''The man who has no imagination
has no wings.''
(Muhammad Ali)
about the image: Ink on paper
Title: ''I will soar like an Eagle''
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