What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire

photo (20)

I have no idea if everything happens for a reason or if life is just simply random and full of possibilities. I do not claim to be an expert in any particular field or subject. All I have to offer you is a testimony of my own experiences. I am a woman in search of the highest expression of herself, and I am discovering more and more every single day exactly what it takes to walk through the fire of life without getting burned.

Six months ago I woke up with a strange and uncomfortable burning sensation that felt like a turbo charged yeast infection on wheels.  I went in to see a doctor as quickly as possible to find out what in the hell was going on. She informed me that I had a bartholin cycst. I was sent home with specific instructions to take at least two sitz baths a day in the hottest water I could stand. I followed her instructions and by the fifth day the pain had reached a level that I didn’t even know was physically possible. I did a shot of whiskey and rushed to the ER. The doctor informed me that I should not have been sent home and that the condition of the cyst now required emergency surgery.

This health care system that is supposed to provide a certain level of trust and comfort truly scares the shit out of me. Thank god for the liquid valium and morphine the kind nurse asked me to snort up my nose because I was about to go completely insane.

Bartholin cyst? WTF? I had absolutely no idea that these tiny, little pea sized glands were about to change my whole world. When I asked the doc to tell me more about them, he just said that they were responsible for providing lubrication. I am a 32 years old, highly sexual woman, being told told that my ability to get wet has been compromised. I wanted to break things! Thankfully, after tons more research,I discovered that the bartholin glands are small change compared to the glands that really make things happen. The happy dance that followed just might go down in history as the happiest of all happy dances, ever!

The doctor who performed the surgery inserted a word catheter into the gland. This is a method that supposedly lowers the risk of recurrence. After a month of waddling around like a mama duck, I had it removed as instructed. Less than a month later another one popped up in the same exact place. My doctor says that these things just happen to some women and that I may just have to learn to live with it. Hmmmmmm…….how about NO FUCKING WAY?!?! 

I spent the next several months searching for natural ways to heal my body. I experimented with everything from homeopathic silicea tablets to medicinal mushrooms. Guided meditation and visualization techniques, along with some energy work and reiki, provided by myself and a very dear friend, proved to be the most helpful. I have been studying and applying natural healing for years, so I knew that I could heal this on my own.

No more surgery! No more doctors who don’t know what the hell they’re doing! 

That stupid saying, ”when it rains, it pours”, has turned out to be true, after all. Two weeks ago another bartholin cyst manifested on the other side, but this one was just as painful as the first one. This time I had a fever and severe body aches as a result of infection. I rushed to the doctor again. She said that she had to do the surgery right then and there with no drugs this time, just lidocain. I felt the entire procedure. Traumatizing would be an understatement! I hope that none of you have ever or will ever have to experience this. But if you do, I can only hope that my journey and the things I am learning along the way can help you through it.


I was starting to slip into a depression again after this last surgery; feeling hopeless, frustrated and angry at the world. Pain meds, antibiotics, isolation….I was losing steam, fast. Then the miracle moment happened. One of my best friends who is going through a nasty divorce called me to talk. The details of her current challenges in life inspired me to tell her the story about the fire walk I did back in December of 2012.

Heather Ash, author and founder of the T.O.C.I center here in Austin, offered a workshop before our walk. During this workshop she shared personal experiences of loss and transformation. She also thought it was important for us to understand, scientifically, how we could walk on hot coals without getting burned. She went on to say that the energy within our body must be higher than the energy of the fire if we are to make it through.

Between the drums, the dancing, clapping and chanting, we were able to raise the energy within ourselves and for each other. Over 100 people walked through the fire that night without getting burned, and I was one of them. My body is challenging me to raise my energy right now, to be higher than the fire of my dis-ease. I’m no longer sad or angry or depressed. I’m becoming a finely tuned machine of power and strength. Hey fire, you clearly don’t know who I am. I suggest you run as fast as you can!


That foot on the right is my pretty, unharmed foot. This pic was taken less than 15 minutes after I walked through fire.The hot coals left an ashy residue and that’s it!

“My body now restores itself to its natural state of perfect health!”

I plan on documenting and sharing as much as I can from here on out about this experience. I have acquired so much support and information that I now feel an overwhelming responsibility to share it. It’s scary and frustrating to find very little useful information that does not include surgery or strong antibiotics. I will do my best in future posts to share the specific methods of healing and the details that are producing the best results.

Many blessing,

Lauren Suzanne


talk to me...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s