Communications Coaching

In November, 2007, I had a physical healing.
by Michelle Shelton

In 1995 my best friend was murdered. I was a strong Christian woman and had five small children and a husband who worked every moment of every day to support all of us. Four of the children were under five.

After my friend was murdered, I began to feel tired and sick all of the time. I went to the Dr. and he said, you need to reduce your stress. Yeah, right. I went to another Dr. and he said, you are just tired and over worked. You need a vacation. You need to relax. Dr. after Dr. told me the same thing. I began to think about my symptoms all the time. I would type them in on the Internet and read about them. Tired. Stressed. Constipated. Headaches. Achy joints. One day as I researched I started to see a common theme. I had fibromyalgia! That was it. The chest pain. Trips to the OR only to be told I was having a panic attack…AGAIN.

Bladder infection, yeast infection, headache. Maybe it was an over abundance of yeast in my system. I need to modify my diet. The headaches, well, maybe there was mold in my home. I started to see a demon under every rock! What I mean is…my fear was taking over. I was focused on sickness.

In 2007, a co-worker recommended a seminar. Life changing is how she described it. It will help your business and your marriage. By this time we were in Arizona and though I still didn’t feel well much of the time, I was focused on work and all the babies were big and in school. I had learned to manage the pain. I still had bouts of constipation and headaches and sore joints, the chest pain was still intense, I just had learned to “deal”.

In October of 2007, my husband and I walked into the seminar room in Scottsdale, Arizona. It was a great four days. I didn’t plan on going to any advanced seminars and then something happened. My passive husband was at the back table signing up to go to a ranch in Northern California without me. What is wrong with him? I marched up to him and asked, “what are you doing?”

“I am going on, this stuff is good.” He responded.

“Well, am I going?” I asked.

“That’s up to you.” Came his response.

So I signed up to go to a ranch in Northern California in November of 2008. It changed my life forever!

There was a 50′ telephone pole that is called “high ropes” day. The point is to overcome fears. There is a trapeze that you jump out to once at the top of the pole. Of course you are all hooked up to wires and it is perfectly safe. I didn’t want to do it. I was completely freaked out!

I had a coach at the bottom of the pole. I had my helmet on and was in my safety harness getting in line to climb the pole. My brain started to scream at me. “What do you think you are doing? You could get hurt. You could DIE!”

The coach asked what I was feeling and a barrage of feelings or should I say, excuses, flooded my mind.

“I feel sick.” I quickly answered.

“What else?” He asked.

“I have a headaches. Again, it was quick.

“What else? He asked again calmly. Obviously he wasn’t going to be climbing the pole or he wouldn’t be asking these asinine questions.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” I shot back thinking, that should get rid of him.

“So, Michelle, what are you afraid of?” He asked.

“The pole.” I answered abruptly.

“There are three fears associated with the pole, falling, jumping and heights. Which one is it for you Michelle?” He spoke softly right to me this time.

“Heights!” I nearly shouted.

“Perfect, so, in a minute, I want you to go stand over by that fence and look at the beauty of this ranch. I want you to think about where in your past did you feel abandon as fear of heights is typically an abandonment issue.” He said as he pointed to the fence.

My mind was racing. How dare he imply I had been abandon. My parents had been married for 63  years and I never felt abandoned! So I thought about it. When I was little they both worked. They left me with my sister. She was mean to me. Jealous of me. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. I remember it being normal sibling torture. Nothing too horrendous. It was just, there was never anyone to stop it. My mom was gone…except when I got sick. Oh my gosh! I realized that when I wanted attention from my husband, I was getting sick to get it. Only, my winning formula from childhood wasn’t working so well in my marriage. My husband wondered how this powerful business woman would turn into a five year old when she got a bladder infection.

I climbed that pole and it was the most rewarding thing I have ever done. A big accomplishment.

I didn’t know it at the time. I had been healed. It is going on three years since I have felt sick. I haven’t even had a cold. Yup, I had a healing. That is why I tell everyone I know about psiseminars.com – It really changed my life in so many ways. The physical healing was only one.

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