Monday, September 12, 2011

A crack in the head

Every seven years things change, so says the Neuro Emotional Technique therapist I consulted last week. Certainly I’ve dropped in on a wave of big change, and I could say that was due to a serious crack in my head a couple of weeks ago.  But it had been gaining momentum before that. I had already sought to consult this guy who was going to unblock everything in my head. My chiropractor swore by him and I swear by my chiropractor. But perhaps the knock helped and left my brain soft and malleable.
Most of the hour consultation centred around the many naricissists I’ve had in my life. To my credit, I do shed them and more recently more quickly. But it was a concerning pattern to me to keep dumping men. That’s what I wanted unlocked. Convinced of course it was my shortcoming. Not realising that in fact I was wising up. Now apparently I won’t attract them. What a relief. All fixed.
So there’s this seven year wave of change.  And I agree with that because also on the family front there are some big changes going on. Testing, messy and exhausting changes mostly. So it stands to reason all around us other people are catching their own waves and so it’s possible that some may even catch same wave as me because there seems to be another surfer alongside me, an old friend. Actually we’re neck and neck but sharing the wave nicely, like two dolphins. And this is definitely due to the crack in the head. The night I cracked my head open I let this old friend in. Someone, not family, helped me and was at my side for nearly 24 hours. And after, he kept caring.
In amongst all the talk of narcissists the therapist is divining information from my pulse and inner aura - don’t know if that’s the correct term but it sounds in keeping with the mystique of this treatment - we checked my surfing friend. He’s a good guy, the therapist is very quick to say. A giver. I realise that this giver is perhaps the first male giver to get into my life up close, apart from my two sons. Myself and all my children are givers. Very rare, to have so many in one family says the NET therapist. And an eye opener that I’ve only ever seemed to attract narcissists on an intimate level. Well no, I know there’s been some givers along the way but they’ve either been just friends, unavailable or got away on me. Missed the wave. Like my old friend. Or perhaps I just didn’t let them catch it, the superior surfer. The blocker outerer.
So, even though a few years ago I tried a relationship with my surfing friend, it must not have been a strong enough wave and he fell by the wayside. Okay, I dumped him. This time I’ve decided to try and stay up and see how things might ride out with a giver for a change. And already I feel a whole lot more warmth and fuzziness. And sincerity. Coming at me. On my wave.