pck-pt1

by Pauline June Ross (who survived)

Prologue

A reader friendly guide to Chakras and Knickers, and, of course, Palindromes.

Chakras -- energy fields, of which we all have seven, same as there are seven colours in the rainbow, and seven lines in “ The Lord‘s Prayer”. (sounds like a really good tea party).

Knickers. Comes from the Knickerbocker family. And what were their ladies up to. Hmm. But then, panties comes from St. Pantaleone. Hmm again. Polly stayed with knickers.

Palindromes. Start over. Try again. You’ll get it.

Reads the same in both directions.

--- symbol for
palindromes --

o
pop
noon
level
ogopogo
kinnikinnik

--- symbol for
palindromes --

Then add letters. It still works!

Della called

emu fume

Tessa Basset

Then for the Dentist --- Tooth toot

Keep going. It gets better.

There once was a woman not young, not old, but somewhere in the middle. She was a walker, a hiker, a rider, an enjoyer, not terrific, but somewhere in the middle. She had some Latin, some Classical Greek, not an expert, in medias res, ’εν μεδεν’αγαν, (en meden agan), 'follow the middle course' that's literal. Be somewhere in the middle.

She wrote, and sketched, and amused people. She had books, and music, and played the recorder, which amused the dog.

recorder-best thing learned in elementary school

She made up palindromes, which was a difficult thing to do. A word or phrase, sentence even, that read the same backwards and forwards. WOW, LEVEL, OGOPOGO, which was not a lake monster, but an English music hall song, people dancing back and forth. Everyone knew these. PALINDROME-- ΠΑΛΙΝΔΡΟΜΟΣ Running back again.

Two of her own were-

TIBBA RABBITNETTI KITTEN

But then she grew tired and gloomy, and forgot things, and was unsettled and unhappy. She went to the doctor, who said MENOPAUSE. After all, my dear, you are somewhere in the middle. She was fifty. Off to a different doctor, who said MENOPAUSE.

But then, she lost her footing going down the stairs, and slid and bashed her tailbone, which hurt. She talked on the phone for a while, and when she stood up, her leg wouldn’t work. She hung onto the counter for a while, scare, scare. Back to the doctor, who said, O.K, not Menopause.

This Doctor, that Doctor, this Hospital , that Hospital, scare words she didn't want to hear. What is this? Yet another test.

Something like an ice cream cone lying on it's side, and she was an ant crawling in . Something like Alice in Wonderland falling down a Rabbit hole, Oh my.

Then sound came,crash,crash,bash, like someone bashing a triangle in a boot camp. Run away, run away, she was too far into the ice cream cone. They had given her ear plugs, and a button to push if she panicked, but she didn’t. She meditated. She remembered a long ago meditation which came true.

MEDITATION

Walking along a forest
trail, trees, a meadow,
a creek, a rise in front
of her, a pond. She sent
into the pond a wish.
A rock. It must be a special rock. Not an ordinary rock, It was a visualising meditation. It must be THE ROCK. An environmental gathering. The First Nations man. He had been to Britain, where she was born. He talked about British humour, “Gor Blimey Mate” when a car skidded out of control. He made a smudge out of cedar and sage smoldering gently in a clam shell, and wafted it gently over himself. He handed it to her, she did the same. A spirit cleaner. But why are there so few people here, when the gathering was at dawn? He explained that dawn was when the sun came over that large mountain over there- he pointed east... Oh well. It was a good day that started a bit late.They talked more about the environmental cause that had brought them here, and he said wait for me, I’ll be right back, I have a gift for you, off he went--- and he came back with a rock---THE ROCK---
-----THE ROCK-----ΠΕΤΡΟΣ -----PETR0S-----THE ROCK

He had found it on a Vision Quest, and taken it from the river. THE ROCK

The clanging stopped, and she was helped out of the ice cream cone, she was free. What kept her going through this clanging bashing push this button if you panic was remembering a meditation that lived, and when she got home she held THE ROCK.

She slept with the rock under her pillow, hoping for enlightening dreams, optimistic dreams. She made a smudge out of cedar and sage, as the First Nations man had done, wanting the magic back.

But then a gloomy, frightening dream, being trapped, couldn’t get out. Then she awoke into reality.

Back to the Doctor-- Diagnosis was in. ΔΙΑΓΝΟΣΙΣ DIAGNOSIS.

The Classical Greek word hadn’t changed. Been scaring people silly for thousands of years. Meaning the identification of a disease. Disease? What disease. MULTI what? Her car was a Multi Nissan. Did MULTIPLE mean more than one car? And what about Sclerosis? ΣΚΛΕΡΟΣΙΣ According to the Oxford English Dictionary, hardening or thickening of any structure. But a friend who worked in a tree nursery used this term.

And MS? She thought this was a woman’s way of hiding her marital status. And she was brave enough to meditate through the ice cream cone ordeal. Dum spiro spero. While I breath I hope.

What was this? Can’t even make it to the kitchen. Supposed to be a walker, a hiker. Remembered as a child in Britain, along the beach, finding Roman ruins, a piece of Roman pottery.

Rushing home, “ Mum, mum, Roman ruins on the beach, a piece of Roman pottery , look at this!”.

“No, sorry, concrete bunkers left over from the war. That’s Willow Pattern china, the soldiers used it.”

What was happening here in laywoman’s terms-
Her immune system was shooting the messenger.
She felt peppered with gunshots.
Is that why she was so tired?

She needed to learn to unload the gun.
Gee. Now she couldn’t even make it to the bathroom without leaning on the walls. Might as well have died in her sleep. It was so hard to feel this way, heavy, heavy, heavy.