Reprogramming

As part of my Work on Self today, I did a reprogramming of a very nice and once-useful cyberbot (nanobot, if you prefer) which has now gone off to a well-earned holiday, and very happy he was to do so.

I queried the mechanics of the forever coming to the edge of disaster, oblivion, financial ruin,  health crisis, suicidal ideation in this life, and being half-rescued (enough to sustain life but not actually thriving, thus making it difficult for me to do what I came here to do.)

The feeling associated with this was of 'playing chicken', when I want smooth sailing, an outwardly calm waters- life (ha, pardon the pun from this Watters daughter), with an inward 'rich and strange' existence.

This bot was set into motion in coming back into the body from my last infant NDE at 4 months [which is the actual origin of my life circumstances always going south in July], being resuscitated (rescued) into a body that was always going to be 'delicate' due to prematurity [lung problems, asthma, bronchitis, pneumonia, chemical sensitivity, adrenal disorder, etc.]The conclusion made, by the infant consciousness was that 'life must always be a series of spectacular ups and downs' (because for the first year, it was.) The bot took it as its job to 'keep [me] alert for danger' and to 'alert the adults that attention was needed to this body and psyche'. This worked well enough as an infant and child. It wasn't the bot's fault that the adults appeared to have forgotten that this body had problems that would never go away and needed medical attention.

I thanked the bot for its long good work, and let it know that I am a capable adult now and no longer required six-alarm fires every several months, no longer needed my health, psyche, or material well-being sent into crisis mode to get the attention of rescuers. I let him know that until further notice I only needed him to remind me to take my adrenal supplements and extra salt (not to miss a day) and meditate. I explained that the crashes are actually creating what he is trying to help me  avoid.

He was very cute. In a C3PO, flustered sort of way, he was appalled and astonished, then overjoyed that he 'could now take a holiday?!' I had to repeat this several times. Yes, you can relax. The poor little dude was practically turning handsprings. So he joyfully agreed to sent me updates (like email, texts or tweets) if I appeared to have missed one or the other of these necessary therapies, otherwise he was free to be on holiday for the rest of his (our) life.

All's well that ends well.
We'll see the effect of this.