Spiritual Action

I got introduced to panic attacks while moving along in a line at LAX. We were getting ready to fly back to my hometown in Oregon.

The panic attack was not caused by my fear of flying! I didn't have any fear of flying.

You see, I was a pilot, and still am. In those early 80's I flew my own aircraft and I really liked it!

The panic attack didn't ask my permission, it just barged right in. By the time I was down the concourse to the planes boarding door I was sweating profusely and making plans to get off that plane!

I wasn't afraid of the plane...I was just purely afraid in general. I thought I was going nuts. In any case I already couldn't stand the idea of having to sit in that little seat with people all around me. I had slipped into my own world of fear and I had no idea what to do. So I took my seat.

I wouldn't look at anybody. I kept my head down. I felt sick, I kept sweating profusely, and the fear kept piling on.

This definitely was not the way I felt normally! A whole new doorway into hell had opened for me and I didn't like going through it! I wanted to be normal again.

I made it through the flight. I practically ran off the plane, straight to the bar for a double whisky. I didn't normally drink whisky but I was desperate to change the way I felt. And it did it!

For the following months and years I had dozens of panic attacks. My attacks were called forth by my fear that I would have a panic attack in my business meetings. I worried about what my associates would think!

At the library and at the bookstores I read about panic attacks and anxiety, ad maybe it helped a little. The years were slipping past.

I was putting an idea together that amounted to, for me, a cure for panic attacks. Almost six years into the ordeal, in my car at an intersection's red light, I had my final encounter with a panic attack.

I was mad, as in angry, and when a panic attack tried to sneak into my consciousness, I just couldn't take it anymore. I threw a fit.

I sort of "looked" at the pernicious panic attack and steeled myself. I had come to envision these horrible bouts of what felt like insanity as an "evil entity"

Loudly, I said something like "I've had it with you! You have ruined my life and it ends now. In the hundred time I have struggled with you, I have never died and I haven't even been harmed. I am no longer afraid of you, and now, you are powerless against me!" And it was. I never had another attack.

In the years following this harrowing six year period I came to understand what had happened and how I finally prevailed. I had become unafraid.

Now, among the professional that deal with this, it is common knowledge that the way to cure panic attacks is to get over the fear of another panic attack coming. It's actually simple.

Today, there are easy to follow, simple instructions that lead you to become unafraid. Once you are no longer afraid of panic attacks you have what amounts to a cure for panic attacks.

I hope you pursue this right away. It really is the answer.

You can get your life back.