Feeling angry?  Up in arms about something?  Seething at your core?

I have learned over my almost six decades the futility of ‘feeding the beast’.

By this I mean, having a rant about something that you have no intention of doing anything about.

I see posts ad nauseum on Facebook, with people in their indignation sprouting on about some darstadly injustice, perpetrated by governments, organisations, or just people in general. How shocking! How unbelievable! How incredible!

So what do they do next?

Nothing is the usual answer.

It’s our ego minds at play here. The ego says, ‘I’ll report some injustices, I’m important! I have a view on this! Look at me!!’

Think carefully. What you give your energy to feeds that thing. If you wanted true change, you would be imploring people to take action, not AGAINST something, but FOR something. Something that will change the status quo.

Mother Teresa said, ‘Ask me to an Anti-War rally, and I won’t come. Ask me to a Peace rally, and I’l be there.’

This impacted on my life long ago, and I love her for steering my energy in a different direction.

However, today I found myself reverting to how I used to be, where I’d get angry over things that were out of my control.

I visited an 84 year old aunty in hospital. I love her intensely, not only has she been an amazing aunty, but a friend who has accompanied me through my life for 60 years.  Her wish today, when she spoke to me, was to transition to the next world. Her body is letting her down and she is in excruciating pain most of the time.  She has always been a fighter.  But her future holds nothing that she wants. 

I have seen people dying before, my mother, my father, and various friends who I have loved.  I now recognise when they have decided that it is their time to depart the planet.  They look ‘smaller’, their skin looks different, their breathing is different, they have an ‘acceptance’ about them, they are fading from this earth, wanting to be released into the next one.  This was my Aunty today.

Anyway, back to the story.

I was in the hallway of the hospital, shamelessly eavesdropping on a conversation that was taking place between my cousin (My Aunt’s daughter) and the ‘aged care specialist’ appointed to my Aunty. This is what I heard.

‘I think we need to address your mother’s depression. What I’m suggesting is that we put your mother on a regime of anti depressants, and in two months, let’s re-asses her situation.’  All due credit to my cousin Robbie, who continued to listen. ‘And I think we need to talk about where she’s going next.’  

Well, I knew where my Aunt was going next, but this woman was talking about bricks and mortar. ‘I think she needs to go into high level care.’

I’m not a rude person, but now I wanted to smack this woman. Was she blind, deaf and dumb? She had heard the patients requests over and over to let her die. She had seen the patient, who clearly was not going anywhere, ever again. And she was suggesting anti depressants? I think I’d be feeling a tad depressed if I was about to depart from this earthly life and all the people I love.

I think the Western Medical System’s way of dealing with death is ridiculous. I sat in a room with my mother for a week and watched as her life leaked out of her day in day out, when a simple shot of morphine could have done the trick and saved both her, and all of us kids a lot of excruciating emotional pain. My memories are recent and crystal clear so you can understand that a very large button in me was being pushed today at the hospital.

Anyway, here’s the point of the story.   I chose to let go of my anger. My anger wasn’t going to change anything. I had to turn it into love.

As soon as I decided that, I sat beside my Aunty’s bed and held her hand.  I channelled all the love I could summons to her. I sent it to her body, I sent it to her heart. After a few minutes she fluttered her eyes open and said, ‘I love you Jule,’ and a tear trickled down her face. I’m so glad I made the choice to let go of that futile anger, so I could focus my energy on where it should have been going.   I am so grateful for that moment. Yes. I am happy with that goodbye.

Anger’s not a bad thing, that’s not what I’m saying. You need to acknowledge anger, absolutely. But what you do from that point on is completely within your control. Seethe with rage and waste your precious energy? Or take some steps to change that thing that enrages you so much.

I guess my work with EFT is my small way of educating people about claiming power over their own health, and that’ll do for me right now. As for euthanising patients in the Western Medical system when they’re at death’s door, that’s for someone with a lot more time and energy than I have. So I have to let it go and trust that their will be other beings on the planet to take up that cause.

I’d love your feedback on this post. I’d be interested to hear your views on anger. I’d love to hear if you’ve spent energy on anger when you’re powerless to make that thing change. Do you think anger helps in some ways?  I’m wondering if you paid attention to your anger for one day, if you’d let more of it go after reading this?  I appreciate you joining the discussion, always!

With love,

Julie Zommers, Happiness Warrior


About Julie Zommers

Emotional Freedom Techniques (EFT) and Matrix Re-imprinting Transformational Practitioner, Workshop Presenter & Published Author. TrulyMadlyDeeplyHappy.com
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