Blog 261 – Using Meditation and Yoga to Leave The Pit, Part 2 – 25 May 2025
In Blog 260 I talked
about the value of yoga as a tool in helping me to meditate and the
circumstances in which I began to do yoga.
In this Blog, I will
continue to talk about yoga, its usefulness in meditation and how I have used yoga
and meditation not just to leave the Pit of Depression, but to stay alive when
I should have died.
Although yoga is a
set of physical exercises to help with meditation and helping with meditation is
the fundamental reason why yoga was invented, yoga is also valuable as a means
to physical fitness.
This Blog ignores yoga’s
impact on physical fitness.
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I am still alive and
writing these Blogs because I learned how to meditate and because I started
yoga 10 weeks after I had open heart surgery.
Being able to control
the river of chaotic thoughts rushing through my brain meant that when I should
have died, I did not die. When I hovered
so very near death, I meditated, used yoga to breathe and I stayed alive
when I should have died. This enabled me
to keep living when Margaret needed me more than ever.
If I had not learned
at least some yoga, I would not have been able to meditate when my body wanted
desperately to stop working.
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Continue to drink these
words deeply inside you.
My purpose is to give hope to those who have lost hope.
Without hope, we remain lost in the Shadow Lands. |
I am continuing to give
you information I have put together over a lifetime because I want every one of
you to live a life filled with as much joy as your spirits can cope with – with
even more joy on top of that.
I want you to be
filled with hope.
I want you to know there
is no padlock on what you think is the cell that you think you are locked in.
There is no cell and
there is no lock.
Walk away from the
cell. It does not
exist.
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This is a photo of me on 16 March 2011 at Kalbari National Park in Western Australia. I was noticeably overweight in 2011.
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This was Pinnacles
National Park in Western Australia on 15 March 2011. The wind shapes the sandstone rocks into figures
like these. Pinnacles National Park is
filled with statues just like these.
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This little lizard
(it was not really little at all) was not interested in posing to have a photo taken when I was at Coronation Beach, north of Geraldton in Western Australian on 16 March 2011.
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This was the spectacular
view I got of Kalbari National Park in Western Australia on 16 March 2011. Most of Western Australia is desert and there
are few permanent water sources. The Kalbari
National Park is spectacular – and it is also a sanctuary where flies breed in
their uncountable millions and try to eat all humans who come anywhere near them.
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Within days of
Margaret being diagnosed with fatal, untreatable cancer in July 2020, I started
experiencing my own extreme health symptoms .
My symptoms included a vastly swollen stomach together with extreme
stomach pain, optical migraines (migraine symptoms but without the headaches)
and extreme difficulty in being able to breathe.
I was admitted to
hospital on 30 April 2021 and my symptoms were so severe, I know I would have died
if I had not been in hospital. On the
evening of Tuesday 4 May my life was especially grim. By 11:00 pm that evening, my inability to
breathe was acute and the stomach bloat had me in agonising pain.
To calm my body, I
began slow, methodical walking around the hospital room. While doing my very slow walking around the
tiny hospital room, I listened to meditation music through my headphones,
willing myself to remain calm. I knew
that if I panicked, my breathing difficulties would turn from acute to
deadly. While doing my slow walks around
the room, I practised my yoga breathing exercises. Somehow I was able to stay
calm and keep breathing.
My salvation came
when the night duty nurse came into the room.
She nurse immediately put tubes in my nostrils and put me on
oxygen. Every four hours after that she
made me get up. sit in a special chair and placed me on a nebuliser, with a mask over my nose and
mouth. The nebuliser contained medication to help open my airways. I had to
breathe through this machine for at least 20 minutes every time she made me use
it.
I remained on the oxygen
until 11.00 am next day.
At about 6.00 am on
the Wednesday, I began to believe I would live. It had been a terrifying night.
When Margaret visited
me on the Wednesday morning, she saw a bent, haggard, old man walking towards
her as she came out of the lift. She did
not recognise the old man until I hugged her tightly.
Meditation is the
only reason I survived that night. Without
meditation, I would have done what any same person would have done in those
circumstances.
I would have
panicked.
If I had panicked, I
would have died. Nothing could be more
certain.
And if I had not
started yoga the year before, I would not have been able to meditate when I
knew that I could not breathe and that the Angel of Death was waiting nearby to
snatch my life.
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I will tell you more
tomorrow.