Damn! I was nearly killed by a heart attack satellite of doom!
I wondered at the time if it wasn't a space ray which whammied me. This was a couple of months back, (can't remember the specific date).
After posting an item online where I discussed the Covid nonsense in a frank manner, I was almost immediately hit with a terrible feeling I'd never experienced before. My heart was racing so that I thought it would burst out of my chest and I honestly thought I was going to die.
I considered that maybe I should rush to the hospital, but reasoned that I didn't want to raise a fuss by calling 911 if it turned out to be nothing. Which even at the time I figured was incredibly pig-headed and stupid, but decided regardless to try to solve it myself. Anyway, it didn't seem like a heart-attack, but rather an artificial acceleration of heart-rate, like I'd been drugged by adrenaline or something. (I later was advised by a friend who had a classic heart attack a year earlier that my experience bore all the earmarks of a panic attack, which I reasoned came upon me because I'd been risking friendships talking about Covid frankly, though this didn't fit my previous response pattern when dealing with difficult conversations. Maybe I was just getting old and not sleeping enough..?)
Anyway, in the middle of the heart thing, I wound up in my room kneeling on my bed with my arse in the air and head between my elbows, forehead on the mattress, doing deep steady warrior's breath, and activating the 'purr' thing at the back of my throat. My thinking was, "If heart attacks and strokes are all about oxygen starvation, then let's try to super-oxygenate myself." I don't know if 1+1=2 in that case, but whatever happened, this absolutely mitigated the effect and my heart rate fell to normal after ten or fifteen minutes. Yay! Though, if I stopped the exercise for any length of time, the explosive feeling started back up. It didn't work when I was lying in any other position.
All in all, I spent nearly 2 hours doing this pose and breathing exercise with my arse in the air. After that, things settled and stayed settled.
It was one of the few times in my life where I truly felt I was fighting directly with death, not just in a nearly-hit-by-a-truck sense but an extended struggle.
In analyzing it, while thoughts of dead elephants came to mind, (I looked up that session and did some more study), I put it down to the panic attack idea combined with irregular sleep, (which probably didn't help), but didn't want to fall into the trap of thinking I was a valued 'speeeeecial' target or anything. (And still don't; I suspect I was getting a kind of splash effect. I'm on the other side of the planet, far from France, though in Canadian Accadian French territory, if that has anything to do with it. Metaphor seems to rule in 4D.)
But I'm thinking it might be a good idea to energetically firm things up.
Besides my personal crystal which is my pocket right now, and one in my drinking water jug, the others have become dispersed over a few different moves, and I haven't put enough work into keeping them energized or really paying them enough attention. I've been lazy.
I'm now in a new apartment as of last week, and there are a number of spaces, including my car, which need 'network support' I'd estimate.
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So.., how nuts am I today? (I'm quite liking the idea of being on nobody's literal radar!)
