But What About Anger

A butterfly’s wing brushed my cheek.

This world is so small. Hardly the blink of an eye separates us one from the other. Stacked together like dominoes on the board of life; one move and the next chain of events is loosed. Except we know not the beginning or the end.

Little did I know what was about to unfold when I asked my husband if he would please add some chlorine to the hot tub. Within minutes, he was back in the house with news of a dead frog in the hot tub. I immediately thought of the little green friend I had been talking to every morning for the last couple of weeks. I didn’t want to see what was left of that delicate frog body. I went outside where Bob and I discussed whether fishing the froggie remains out of the tub would be enough remediation or whether we would need to drain the tub completely. We decided on the latter.

Propping up the door on the side of the hot tub, Bob opened the drain pipe and the water poured out onto the lawn. But there was more going on than just emptying the hot tub. The opening before us gave access to the heater, circulating pump, and jet pumps. Over the years it has provided a warm, dark place that various critters have used as a hiding place, nesting place, or resting place. The first thing I spied, half hidden behind the pipes, was an alligator lizard, sans tail which was lying several inches away. I wondered what he got in a scuffle with in that place that would cause him to loose it. As I took in the rest of the scene I spotted the biggest shed skin from a garter snake that I had ever seen. The snake must have been over two inches around. I went in for a better look and carefully extracted it from where it was snugged between a pipe and an electric line. A trophy to show my grandson. That was all I saw there that evening, but it was enough to give me a thrill.

The next day when the tub was empty, I scooped up what was left of froggie and buried him in the garden. Little did I know that his giving his life had set in motion a chain of events that would… well it’s not done yet.

Later in the day, I jumped into the tub barefoot and gave it a good scrubbing before I filled it with fresh water. Once the tub was full I threw in the chlorine and turned on the jets. They roared to life mixing and churning the water. And then something hit my hand. Hard. Bees. I yelled, and then I saw the swarm. They were nesting inside the tub door. This was inches from where I had stuck my head the evening before.

These were yellow jackets. Very angry bees, wasps actually, who will strike unprovoked at the sight of movement.

The sting was deep. I felt the toxin in the muscle beginning to work. My first thought was to confine the poison, but the poison was moving faster than I was. Swelling was immediate and it hurt. The site of the sting was between my forefinger and my middle finger on my right hand. I felt a pinch as the poison hit the muscle above my thumb, just before my wrist. Not too much longer and I felt another “pinch”, another OW, as it reached the muscle on the top of my arm just before my elbow.

It didn’t take long before half the top of my hand was sore, red and swollen.

I put up an energetic barrier to the toxin moving any further up my arm. When I showed Bob later, both of us could see the swelling in the large muscle just below my elbow.

The next day, my friend Ruby and I unexpectedly got the chance to get together to try a new vibrational essence. My hand had been throbbing all night and day and when I showed it to Ruby she asked if I wanted her to work on it.

As she and I sat on the porch and she took my hand in hers, she looked at me and said, “OW!. Really. OW.” We sat for a few minutes and I could feel the pain quickly fading. The pain was down to 10% from where it had been and we wandered out to sit under a tree in the garden to do our work.

It was more difficult than usual to get into the place I wanted to be. The pain, while not excruciating, was distracting. It felt better if I let my hand touch the ground and let the pain go.

We have the notes from our session. I had told Ruby that the sting held meaning and I started free associating; letting images and words flow. What we didn’t record was some stuff where I went on about bees, venom, stings, anger, pain, and such.

The yellow jackets were protecting the place they live much like some people protect their political or religious beliefs. This is a particular kind of anger. But anger can also be useful. Ruby asked me if I could make an essence that would help people direct their anger into useful channels. I answered in the affirmative.

So, that was my directive. The essence “Bee-have” was birthed that weekend. The essence is helpful in directing anger correctly and an aid to working together for the benefit of the whole hive, like the bees.

More recently, Ruby and I had questions about the purpose of anger, so we put the question to our guides and this was the response:

What is the purpose of anger and how do we handle it?

Anger is necessary so we are not crushed by the will of other people.

Ruby and Bonnie – For you, it is a sense of defiance not retaliation. This is not about getting even. It’s about bringing inappropriate actions by other people to a halt.

Bonnie — your previously uncontrolled indignation is not running wild. You are doing better with it.

The thought associated with righteous anger is, “I don’t think so!” As in, I see what you are doing and that is NOT okay.

An honest immediate outburst stating facts and inequalities is the appropriate response to feeling anger.

Say “that’s wrong, NO” An expression of dismay and not holding it. There is to be no returning to it — no seething, smoldering rage.

Anger not expressed and released gets into the tissue of the body and eats away.

You don’t need to confront — just release. You don’t have to confront the offending party directly. Make your statement of what is wrong and let it go.

There is no need to be compliant or complacent — take action to rectify a situation.

Anger is a trigger. It means pay attention. As pain is to an injury or insult in the body.

Anger is not to be feared — use it. Many in the “New Age” movement of love, light and fluffy, fear anger and so they stuff it in their bodies. Do not hold onto anger. Do not deny anger. It will not make you a better person to deny that sometimes you are angry. Just make sure you handle it correctly.

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One Response to But What About Anger

  1. Dena says:

    Anger not expressed and released gets into the tissue of the body and eats away.

    You don’t need to confront — just release. You don’t have to confront the offending party directly. Make your statement of what is wrong and let it go.

    Well said!

    “There is no need to be compliant or complacent — take action to rectify a situation.

    Anger is a trigger. It means pay attention. As pain is to an injury or insult in the body.

    Anger is not to be feared — use it….. Just make sure you handle it correctly.”

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