(A True Account)
Both myrrh and castor oil have been used for centuries to treat pain. According to Dr. Axe, myrrh is actually mentioned 152 times in the Bible, and is recorded in Matthew 2:11 as one of the gifts (along with frankincense and gold) that the wise men brought to Jesus when they first met Him as a child.
Castor oil, especially Jamaican black castor oil, is widely used in the global hair and skin-care cosmetics industry. It is also reported to be a top anti-inflammatory oil, especially useful for arthritis, general joint pain, and sore muscles. Found effective in breaking up cysts, fibroids, and cancerous growths in the body, it has given birth to a burgeoning ‘castor oil pack’ industry, which offers various styles and sizes suitable for the waist, chest, neck, knees, and hands.
I had no such castor oil pack the day I realised that the pain in my wrist was now a crisis, though. It had been ‘nenge-nengeing’ me for more than a week, having started three days after I had done some int
ense ploughing of the garden and mulching widely in an effort to retain moisture in the soil. It took me a while to link the two because the pain didn’t manifest right away, but once it did, it settled nicely into my wrist, slowly gaining momentum, until one evening I realised that my hand was heavily uncomfortable hanging by my side.
This was now a serious problem.
I had felt pain like this before when I had injured my knee dismounting the Blue Mountain, (and I had used an aloe vera wrap for that excruciating experience). Also, I had felt this kind of pain, days after I had slammed my finger in a car door, so I knew that this throbbing warranted immediate attention.
WHAT DID I DO?
Before getting a quick shower, I placed the bottles of myrrh essential oil and castor oil atop a thick old sock on the bed. I made sure everything was perfectly in order for me not to leave the area for a while—it was around 7 p.m. To a teaspoon of castor oil, I added about 12 drops of myrrh and rubbed it all over my wrist and beyond. I think it got all the way up to my elbow, but by this time, I was feeling a bit confused by the pain. So, although the sock was too short and dangling half-way down my hand, I ignored both it and the fact that the sheet would most likely get soiled. Mumbling a jumbled prayer, it was seconds before slumber triumphed.
So did the myrrh and castor oil over the pain.
The sock slipped out of sight during the night, and, can I tell you, it was well into the following day that I remembered about the pain?! It had completely disappeared! I had to laugh at myself that ‘post-op’ day though; for once I remembered the details of the night, I started handling my wrist with kid-glove, afraid that I would undo the healing.
That night, I repeated the combo, applying it this time only to the area covered by the sock, which was kept in place with a rubber band this time. Again, I slept like a cherub, and the result was and remains the same three weeks on.
Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty…He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth” – Psalm 104:1&14.
