Ok. I met with Ted today. It was a real moment of truth. First time in a month to look at my eyes in a retinascope and see if I had made any progress, and I had. A decent amount actually. Months ago I was over 2 diopters in my left eye and -1.75 in my right. Today I left the doc with a handful of contacts for -0.5 diopters of correction. They measured me at -0.75. Which is a drastic improvement. I honestly was thinking it would be more, but I’m happy with my progress. I can drive and can see over a quarter mile during the day outside. I can tell a little difference at night, and will actively be working to correct that as well.
If the vision is tied to the mind, there is no reason that I cannot see perfectly.
I am currently taking Zoloft and Lamictal, both brain stimulants that have side effects that may cause blurred or double vision. So I’m working with my psychiatrist to help wean me off of these. I feel like this is the closest I’ve ever been to who I’m supposed to be. Or at least in decades. I’ve picked up golf and guitar, and I can see a noticeably faster progression in each since I’ve made strides with my vision. It’s simple: the body has a ground energy state, and you see perfectly at that state. Now go find it. Well, that’s what I’m trying to do.
My sister, a close friend, and a coworker are interested and I have them reading the wikipedia page on the Bates Method. I tried to explain to Rick today about my stance on it all, and as is promised with this type of healing, he acted like I had lost my mind. But that’s fine. I know I have.
I want to help people. We have an entire realm of medicine dedicated to the study and wellness of the eyes, and will agree that we’ve been able to do some amazing things with it. But it doesn’t fix the underlying problem: the brain. What our corrective vision techniques and glasses do is help Joe Schmo live with whatever anxiety or mental ailment causing his vision to go awry, instead of correcting the real issue: his mind.
It’s a scary premise to accept. And it’s not new. Freaking William Bates did all the work humanity needed in the 1920s, and it wasn’t widely accepted. People didn’t see results. Pardon the pun. But here’s the deal: at very least, the man was on to something. And maybe my job here is to finish his theory. Or maybe I need to speak out against optometry. I truly have no idea where I’m supposed to go with this.
I feel like there are going to be some surprising correlations with this research and those with dyslexia and other learning disorders. My mom teaches at a special needs school, and I can’t wait to test some theories on them.
I meet with my psychiatrist next week to work on a plan to wean me off of my meds. I’m nervous, but super excited, because that’s the last piece of the puzzle, or so I hope.
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