How are you feeling?

Does any of you feel cold all the time?

My flat is at 22 degrees (71,6 F), I brought down the humidity to 40% (it varies between 40-60) and yet I´m cold. The housework only temporarily makes me feel warm.
Outside, the daily temperature is around 7 degrees (44,6 F).

I can´t figure it out, it´s been going for weeks now, my basal temperature is normal, sometimes even elevated, and yet again I feel cold. I realise that my job is sitting all day, but still it feels colder than previous years. Maybe I´m getting old...
Today I started watching Irene Lyon's videos (The Nervous System Expert) and one of the things that struck me was when she said that when our nervous system releases trauma we may feel cold or hot (not everybody shakes or trembles). It doesn't apply to everyone, trauma release may come in many ways, shapes or forms, and everyone is different, but this came to mind when I read your post. Just a thought.

I remember being cold for a large part of my life, so I found the above interesting. What has helped me is Serrapeptase which controls our skin temperature.
 
Does any of you feel cold all the time?

My flat is at 22 degrees (71,6 F), I brought down the humidity to 40% (it varies between 40-60) and yet I´m cold. The housework only temporarily makes me feel warm.
Outside, the daily temperature is around 7 degrees (44,6 F).

I can´t figure it out, it´s been going for weeks now, my basal temperature is normal, sometimes even elevated, and yet again I feel cold. I realise that my job is sitting all day, but still it feels colder than previous years. Maybe I´m getting old... 😅
I walk around the house with a hot water bottle for my back, hands, and stomach. Anything goes when it comes to using this wonderful invention that really warms me to the bone. Economical and healthy!:-D
 
Does any of you feel cold all the time?

My flat is at 22 degrees (71,6 F), I brought down the humidity to 40% (it varies between 40-60) and yet I´m cold. The housework only temporarily makes me feel warm.
Outside, the daily temperature is around 7 degrees (44,6 F).

I can´t figure it out, it´s been going for weeks now, my basal temperature is normal, sometimes even elevated, and yet again I feel cold. I realise that my job is sitting all day, but still it feels colder than previous years. Maybe I´m getting old... 😅
It might not be about getting old :-D:hug2:
Adding to what others wrote, my experience is, feeling cold can have many causes and layers. Sometimes when toxins (physical as well as emotional, as Gwellian pointed to) cannot be transported properly out of the body, one can feel very cold too.
You could give infrared sauna a try. It warms gently and supports detox, also lymphatic flow. If you don't have access to an IF sauna, you could use a simple lamp like this as a substitute, on specific areas, eg. neck, scull, kidneys, spine, hands, feet, wherever needed. This little lamp helps me again and again to open the flow.
 
I am feeling like the following post on X shows how one person can make a lot of difference in other people's lives.

This gentleman is 73 years-old. He directs parking at a hospital and he made a decision to make life a bit easier for someone else who really needed it and it blossomed into something quite beautiful that benefits many.


"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.

But I see everything.

Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"

"6:15," he said, confused.

"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it.

"He blinked. "You... you can do that?"

"I can now," I said.

Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?""Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing. "He cried. Right there in the parking lot.

Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.

But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"

"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel.

"He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us.

"The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over.

"Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.

But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,

"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends

"People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.

I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece.

"So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.

Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.

It's not glamorous. But it's everything." Let this story reach more hearts....

Credit: Mary Nelson
 
Thank you for posting this - I saw it earlier on X and it brought tears to my eyes. I get a bit skeptical of stuff posted on social media these days, but this was so heartwarming, and hopeful. There is so much darkness online these days, that its so important that we notice and appreciate that there ARE many people making a positive contribution - it's just they do it quietly! Bless that man!!!
 
I am feeling like the following post on X shows how one person can make a lot of difference in other people's lives.

This gentleman is 73 years-old. He directs parking at a hospital and he made a decision to make life a bit easier for someone else who really needed it and it blossomed into something quite beautiful that benefits many.

Thank you Nienna, I started reading it skeptically and finished the article crying a lot with emotion.

Precious.
 
I am feeling like the following post on X shows how one person can make a lot of difference in other people's lives.

This gentleman is 73 years-old. He directs parking at a hospital and he made a decision to make life a bit easier for someone else who really needed it and it blossomed into something quite beautiful that benefits many.

I’m curious and somewhat concerned as to the motives behind these types of “Elderly People finding purpose” stories that are flooding Facebook and other platforms lately.

My social media feed is chock full of them, all from older relatives and far away friends.

The stories generally follow the same 3 point formula, first name, age well over 50, and then the righteous, heartstrings pulling virtuous acts of kindness and mercy.

Please don’t misunderstand, I appreciate an emotionally stirring story once in a while, but these are, at least from the ones I’ve seen, including this one, obviously AI-generated inspirational fiction to farm engagement.

Why are we being farmed for our “emotional engagement”?
Why am I reading hundreds of people commenting stuff like ”I cried so hard,…” “Reminded me of the horrible experiences I had at the hospital/hospice/palliative etc …”
Is it to generate more of us to feel negative emotions?

For what it’s worth, here’s a screenshot of the facebook page that this story was posted on, just a few days ago.
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I’m curious and somewhat concerned as to the motives behind these types of “Elderly People finding purpose” stories that are flooding Facebook and other platforms lately.

My social media feed is chock full of them, all from older relatives and far away friends.

The stories generally follow the same 3 point formula, first name, age well over 50, and then the righteous, heartstrings pulling virtuous acts of kindness and mercy.

Please don’t misunderstand, I appreciate an emotionally stirring story once in a while, but these are, at least from the ones I’ve seen, including this one, obviously AI-generated inspirational fiction to farm engagement.

Why are we being farmed for our “emotional engagement”?
Why am I reading hundreds of people commenting stuff like ”I cried so hard,…” “Reminded me of the horrible experiences I had at the hospital/hospice/palliative etc …”
Is it to generate more of us to feel negative emotions?

For what it’s worth, here’s a screenshot of the facebook page that this story was posted on, just a few days ago.
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Damn!:-D
 
I’m curious and somewhat concerned as to the motives behind these types of “Elderly People finding purpose” stories that are flooding Facebook and other platforms lately.
Yes, I know. It is horrible what is being done with AI and making it so that nothing is believable anymore. I, too, was suspicious. But I can only hope that, maybe, it will encourage others to do something nice to, and for, others.

If this is, indeed, fake, I apologize for the deception. It was not intentional. However, like I said, if it can encourage others to help those in need, it is doing some good.

And, just for the record, it didn't make me sad at all. It gave me some hope that there are still good people out there who care for others.
 
But I can only hope that, maybe, it will encourage others to do something nice to, and for, others.
yes, if it seeps into peoples mentality do be a little bit more alert it can only be good. strikes me a bit like modern day parables. maybe a little bit farfetched but you know what i mean.
gentle reminder of our humanity which gets drowned out by societies downward spiral. who thought ai could be used in this way.
 
At some point during the reading workshop discussing Harrison’s Beyond Disclosure I seem to have attracted an entity or attachment into the house, and it seems to be possessing my calico cat. I recall this happened once before, many years ago, when I experimented with a psychomantium, and something strange came in that the prior cat (a Bengal) chased all over the house till it finally left. In the final Reading Workshop session, we discussed the possibility that high emotion can attract attachments. For some reason, I was drawn to reread the thread, Reading Paul's letter about love….. and was also advised to read the thread, In An Unspoken Voice - Peter Levine.

It was suggested that I ought to find out why I have had these two experiences. What is the meaning? I hadn’t thought to explore WHY this happened to me twice, till someone else suggested it. Given our discussion in the reading group, is it my emotional state? Or something else? It could be just an overactive imagination, except for the change in the cat’s behavior and my wife claims to see and hear it.

The Paul’s letter thread recommends re-reading Volume 72 of The Wave, which I did. It states in part:

“A: Emotion that limits is an impediment to progress. Emotion is also necessary to make progress in 3rd density. It is natural. When you begin to separate limiting emotions based on assumptions from emotions that open one to unlimited possibilities, that means you are preparing for the next density.”
And Levine discusses emotions from many angles and cites multiple studies.

I’m bringing this up because I never considered myself to be emotional. But now reflecting on my past, and sensing this creature in the house, I recall many instances of intense emotion, many limiting/negative; many totally absurd. Some of the memories are frightening; others are embarrassing and completely immature. I have done a very good job of repressing/suppressing my acknowledgement of them, and have been very reluctant to self-examine them.

So now I have this entity, and am working to eradicate it. Sage, salt and firm verbal rejection seem to have made a difference in both the house and the cat, though I’m not sure it’s completely gone yet. But I still want to know why I attracted it (assuming I did attract it). I would be truly grateful for any feedback or thoughts or comments

There is much more to learn from Levine and the C’s in the realm of emotion and I will write more when I learn more. Thanks for reading
 
"(Q) How long will this present situation last?
(A) That depends upon some phases and what the self does about it. It is not a condition, not a position that makes a change; it's what individuals do ABOUT it!"
Edgar Cayce reading 876-1​
 
My wife recently gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby daughter, so we're kinda joyful and anxious at the same time. Its been lovely to bring her home to a nice home we own in the Balkans here, with grandparents and other close friends and relatives also dropping by. Completely different to last time with my ex which was a car crash tbh. I've begun to enjoy the community vibes here, having become quite withdrawn and misanthropic for one reason or another as the years roll by. Those avoidant tendencies are healing I think, and it required 'doing' to get there. The theory was helpful to recognize the patterns but only through self-awareness in the various situations I've been thrust into here that the instinctive recoil gradually diminishes. Having said all that, we live in a tiny village of 70 odd souls in the middle of nowhere so baby steps i guess lol!!

Notwithstanding the above, I was prompted to post by re-reading Joe's opener to this thread, in which he invites us to speak to the odd or unexpected and how its making us feel. In that regard, the 'high strangeness' which hasn't troubled me for three or four years seems to have returned. And, in the context of certain paranormal theories regarding the heritable quality of such, I am concerned and unsettled.

I've always found it very difficult to distinguish the real from the imagined, the induced from the spontaneous or the negative from the positive in that regard. And frankly, after some utterly bizarre and very frightening experiences during melatonin use following learning of same here, it has been a complete relief to live 'normally' without that stuff bothering me, which was the unexpected but welcome result of melatonin use for me.

But recently I've experienced:

1) Things going missing or not 'in their proper place.' A recent example of that was when I'd finished watching a rugby match on TV in the afternoon, i decided to go for a nap. I was wearing a zip up hoodie and a tshirt. I undressed to go in the bed and was woken up an hour later by the commentary on the same rugby match that had finished, despite the fact I had turned the TV off (bedroom is on a mezzanine level, with everything from the living space open so no chance of leaving it on and sleeping due to noise etc). Once the fog cleared and I woke properly, the TV was off as I'd left it. I kinda brushed the incident off and went to put my clothes on. Tshirt, then trousers then hoodie. The hoodie was still zipped up. I absolutely never have and never will, and did not on that occasion, drag a zip up hoodie up and over my head. I wear them 'fitted' as well so it would just be a pain to do it that way. I unzipped it as always, and yet there it was, zipped up.
2) My wife and I went for a nap. I felt like I got five or ten minutes. She claimed not to have slept at all, despite my hearing her snoring. However, two hours had passed in that time.

In a certain sense its quite mild compared to how it used to be. And it can all plausibly be explained away. But I can't help but think that its linked to our new born, having read of the tendency of abduction to repeat across generations. In that regard, I'm always reminded of something my mother told me. My mother was an absolute dyed in the wool normie, who, before I had learned to externally consider, would become extremely angry at me mentioning even modest political conspiracy. However, she told me immediately after an operation she had to remove cancererous growth - under general anasthetic - that she 'dreamed' that she was surrounded by grey type beings during the operation. Really weird as she had little to no context to base that on and it was completely out the blue. Again there are many possible explanations but strange indeed.

Anyway I very very rarely mention such stuff to anyone but felt compared to share the above for some reason
 
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