...then he healed my little toe...

Yesterday, I had a hypnotherapy session in which i saw myself freeing a small child from a cave. That child became a king, who said, “you will listen to me…and you will live well.” 

It was kind of a message: if I listen to my body, what my body has to say, I will have health. Better health anyways. Which makes perfect sense.

We are moving, so our mattress is on the floor right now. I got up to get something yesterday evening and tripped over the mattress. 

Now I realize I need to fill you in on something. 

I broke my little toe about a month and a half ago. I was the speaker at a church youth retreat, we were playing this fun roughhousing game with the youth, and I accidetally kicked somebody (who was wearing big winter boots) in the heel. Hurt a lot, and the pain didn’t stop. Doctor said it was broken: tape it to the next toe, and wait six to eight weeks. No big deal.

Except that it is kind of a big deal because I am a runner. Running is how I do self-therapy, and also how I stay in shape. I ran a half marathon last summer, and am hoping to do a local triathlon this summer. 

So it really sucks to have an injury keeping me at home, especially when I am processing so much.

Anyway, as I tripped on the bed — with my left foot, with the injured toe — I hobbled for a bit and regained my balance. It hurt a bit, and made me scared a bit: I am terrified of bumping it and having even more weeks of not running.

“Stupid toe!” I muttered forcefully under my breath.

But no I thought to myself. It is not a stupid toe. It is a good toe, and a part of me.

There was not much time for thoughts in between that moment, and what happened next. 

But packed into that brief little sentence I had a lot of thoughts from previous progress. I was thinking of the little boy who became a king. I was also thinking of a section at the end of “The Child Within,” where I talk about the body “loving” itself. I decided to love my toe, in that way.

At any rate, I went out to the entranceway to get what I needed, and tripped over a boot. My injured toe snagged the boot, and bent down. I heard a pop, like knuckles cracking. I yelped in pain, but it actually didn’t hurt that much. 

I was really worried. Had I injured it more? It didn’t seem that bad. Maybe I had gotten off lucky.

I had a busy day at work, and didn’t think about it until this evening, while visiting with friends. The pain was basically gone! I could move my toe like normal!

So maybe it was just out of joint, or out of position this entire time! “Maybe I should have just kicked something sooner!” I said to my wife, kidding.

And yet as I reflect more on it…I realize that it was the king, the child within, who had healed me.

That child is obedient. He will listen to my instructions. If I tell him to send hatred to my toe, he will continue to send hatred. I think that child would even bring death to the body, if I asked him to enough times, in the right ways.

But I did not. I decided to love my toe. And not one minute later, I tripped and it popped back into place.

Super cool!

…or maybe just a cool coincidence. But I am thinking it was more of the former.

Chantelle Neufeld is a registered hypnotherapist. Her services are reasonably priced and available online. To book an appointment, click here.