Gifts Disguised as Hand Grenades
I have noticed in myself, as well at others, who work on raising their vibrational levels that a curious thing happens after a particularly successful vibrational energy surge. I call it the rebound effect. Just a few days ago I was talking to a friend about this. I was having a tough day because it seemed like I was going backwards in my manifesting and not forward, like I wanted to. I told her that I was suffering from the "Rebound Effect". Like any good student of manifesting she wanted to know where I found out about that. My reply was, I didn't, I just made it up! LOL
Basically, the rebound effect is the Universe doing a systems check to see if the vibrational energy really was a shift in consciousness or if it was just some sort of fluke. They need to make sure they are getting the correct signals so they send some challenges to your vibrational sanity to see just how serious you are to this new energy path.
To end the rebound energy you need to stop, take a deep breath, assess the situation, and then thank the Universe for this challenge as it reminds you where you will be if you don't change your perspective. Then accept that detours sometimes happen when we are riding down the vibrational highway and even those detours can be positive if we CHOOSE to make them that way. Maybe the only positive that comes out of the situation is that you see that better things are coming.
Besides, we never know if the detours are really winding roads that take us way out of the way of our intended destination or if the detour is Spirit's way of taking us the scenic way!
I guess my example is the rebound of my daughter needing surgery and that throwing a monkey wrench in my change of career plans due to insurance reasons. At first I was pretty upset and thought, "Dang it all! I had this all planned and now THIS comes up". That was the systems check that the universe sent to me, testing to see if I was really serious about this career change.
I had a choice then and there. I could whine and complain and say that my life is so horrible, nothing ever goes my way, and nothing ever works out the way I want it to or I could choose a better option. It took me about a day to realize that I had a better option, but I was able to do it. I chose to switch the situation around and thank Spirit for helping us discover that my daughter needed the surgery BEFORE I got off of the really good insurance where the deductible is already met! I thanked Spirit for looking out for me and for doing this so that I wouldn't be faced with a huge medical debt just as I start my new career.
Now, I know that many are faced with much stronger systems checks than that and it can be tough to snap that vibrational level back in the right direction. I also know that there really is something positive, no matter how very, very tiny it is, in every situation. I'll give you a few personal examples of gifts disguised as hand grenades.
My kids had major health problems when they were little and I was handed many hand grenades as I faced the possibility of them dying at a point in each of their lives. One hand grenade stands out clearly in my mind and it occurred shortly after my oldest son was born. As we packed to leave the hospital, going home outfit on and all, two nurses with tears in their eyes came into our room and announced that "we have to keep your baby". They went on to explain that they discovered that I had Group B strep. This is easily treated in adults, but is generally fatal in newborns if not caught and treated. So, he had to stay in the hospital on IV antibiotics until the spinal tap results came back. Thankfully the results were negative and it was explained that the C-section I had to have saved him from the life threatening infection. The C-Section was truly a gift in disguise.
That same son has been hospitalized at least 8 times for respiratory viruses that triggered his asthma. It is so frightening to watch your child struggle for air. One time, when he was about 13 he was in and had a panic attack because he couldn't breath. His lips and nail beds were blue and he looked at me with that look of horror and panic. While they were getting him hooked up to the Oxygen I literally crawled into bed with him and held him and stroked his head as the oxygen began to fill his lungs again. Although it was a tough situation, the gift I got from all of that was that my oldest son and I are very close. Even through the post partum depression I had following his birth, I remembered that I almost lost him and that helped me through the feelings of despair and hopelessness because I knew that HOPE did exist.
When my dear daughter was only 19 months old she had RSV so bad that they had to ambulance her over an hour away. I was really upset that she had to be taken to the other hospital, but not long after we got there her condition went from severe to life threatening. She was admitted to the PICU and literally was minutes away from needing to go on the ventilator. I agreed to stay out of her room for 24 hours so that she wouldn't cry when someone came into the room and stress her little lungs even more. That was heart breaking to do, but I knew I had to do it.
We found out later that after we got to the bigger hospital the snow storm we had the night before had picked up and there was a white out in the country. Had the Dr waited even 4 hours to send her, we would not have been able to go and the hospital we were in wasn't equipped to handle the severity of her illness. Thank you for the ambulance that appeared to be a hand grenade.
My youngest was only 10 days old when he was hospitalized the first time. He couldn't keep any food down and what food he did keep down went right out of him. I fought the admitting pediatrician to bring in a specialist, but she was convinced it was just a virus and I was being over reactive because I had a history of post partum depression. When my son was a month old, I pretended to agree with her just to get him out of the hospital. He was an ounce below his birth weight. I took him to the local Dr who told me to have my bags packed because he didn't think my baby would make it to see the specialist the next week.
That Sunday I packed my bags and drove 3 hours by myself, literally holding my son as I drove because that was the only way he wouldn't scream in pain. I told my family that I would camp out at the Dr's office until they saw him. They admitted him on an emergency that night when he wouldn't stop screaming. I sat there wondering if it was possible to die from crying too hard. They knew immediately what it was. He had a milk and soy protein intolerance and I "luckily" had come to see one of the best docs in the country for this and he just happened to be in town and not flying all over the country treating other children. Had we waited until Thursday we wouldn't have gotten that Dr.
They put a feeding tube down his nose and he smiled for the first time the next day. We weren't able to get the calories up enough with out him getting sick so they had to resort to putting an IV into his heart and feeding him that way. I can still remember that day, 12 years ago. Walking down the long hall with my baby and handing him over to the nurse, sobbing as she took him through the doors into surgery. We didn't know if he would live or die.
One day I realized that I was hanging on too tight and maybe God didn't intend for him to be with us more than 3 months. I sat in my car outside the hospital sobbing as I apologized to God for my arrogance. I realized then and there that maybe God didn't intend for us to have him more than three months and thanked him for that precious gift, if that is what was to be. I then walked into his hospital room and was greeted with him laying there with no tubes coming out of him! The nurse explained that his central line "somehow" came partially out and instead of doing the surgery to put a new one in they were going to try him on a bottle. I wept as I rocked him and fed him for the first time in 2 months. A mother's pain is deep when she isn't even able to feed her child, but the joy is great when you finally can.
I've walked through a lot of fire and had a lot of hand grenades thrown at me, but I know that I've never walked that path alone. Spirit has always been with me. Through the scares with my children and as they pushed my bed out of the recovery room and ran down the hall, the doc yelling into her cell phone, "We're headed to ICU. She's crashing." I've never been alone and I know I won't ever be. I would say THAT is the greatest gift I was handed when life presented me with gifts disguised as hand grenades. I would also say that although I knew nothing of manifesting or vibration levels at the time, when the Universe sent out the Systems Check to my soul, the message went back to them.. systems check complete and all systems are ready to GO!