The heart is one of the two major organs in the body, and one that can stop beating with seeming no notice, or at the very least slow the beating down to an alarming level. Which is what happened to me on 17th June 2025.
I have been unusually quiet with my writing, doing absolutely none for almost a week as a result of having a heart attack. I woke up that morning feeling perfectly fine, as I had been feeling for the previous few days. Objectively, there was no warning sign, and physically, I felt healthy. It was a normal Tuesday morning, and as a family we went about our usual Tuesday routine. It is one of the days I work outside of the house so I took my husband to his work and then made my way to a nearby Costa coffee shop because once a week, my son and I have a treat. We have breakfast together, just the two of us, and we sit and chat. Everything remained fine until I got to a certain part of the journey where I began to feel ill. After a couple of minutes, I realised I was having chest pains and the thought slipped into my mind that I was having a heart attack. To cut a rather long story short, I ended up on the floor of a toilet in a large supermarket being tended by the amazing staff there as we waited for an ambulance.
Fortunately, the supermarket is close to where my parent’s live, and after the supermarket staff had informed my husband, he contacted my parents who rushed down with my mother coming to help me, and my father going to my son’s side. I will be eternally grateful that I had the presence of mind to ask my son to remain in the car while I sought help so he did not see any of what happened. He did not see me in what was an extreme amount of pain and, frankly, anguish. Yes, he knew something was wrong and for that I am sorry, but he didn’t see the fullest extent of it. He is a mature boy, but he is still only 12.
There were a lot of fortunate things that happened that day. I was lucky to get an amazing ambulance crew, I was incredibly fortunate to be accepted by one of the top heart hospitals in the world – Royal Papworth Hospital in Cambridge, England – and I was very lucky that it is a relatively short distance from where I was. I was lucky that the ambulance crew spent the entire journey feeding information to the team at the hospital who were waiting for me on arrival and performed the stent procedure immediately with a calm reassurance that helped keep me calm. I know in the greater things of what they do – transplants and the like – my procedure was completely routine to them. But it wasn’t to me, and they recognised that fact all the way through. They were amazing, and I am more grateful for all the medical care I received than I can ever express though I have tried to in giving everyone glowing feedback.
I also learned a huge amount about myself during the whole experience and in the immediate aftermath. I learned that I am incredibly strong – I knew at one point I was on the verge of passing out, and that would not be a good thing. So, I literally willed myself to remain conscious. I put my hands on the closest solid structure around me, and focused my attention on that while steadfastly refusing to close my eyes. I told myself over and over again that I was not going to pass out, that I was going to stay conscious and alive. I repeated over and over in my head – I am going to live, I have too much to do in my life to die now. And there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to survive. No doubts at all, though my heart rate was slowing. Even I could see that from the feedback on my FitBit watch. My willpower, something I have questioned in myself at times, was in full force and it showed me unfailingly that when I call upon it, it works. Well.
I have learned that I am lucky because if something like this had to happen – and it did, to teach me these lessons – then it happened in the best possible way. It happened in a way that meant my son hasn’t been traumatised, in a way that meant he wasn’t home alone with me having to deal with it on his own, that meant from start to finish the whole experience was four hours long so there is little to no damage to my heart, and that I got to go to the best hospital in my country for treatment and will continue to do so. In fact, I recovered so well, I was allowed to leave the hospital after 48 hours. Really, no time at all.
I have also learned – again – that life is precious. That I am incredibly loved both by spirit and here in the 3D realm. That I have a wonderful family whom I cherish and am cherished by. That experiences will always be more valuable than ‘stuff’ but that there are certain things I am going to bring into my life because I want them, it is as simple as that.
I have also learned that I am a master manifester. And this is the really interesting part.
As anyone who has read my work will know, I am intensely spiritual. That I believe in spirit, I believe in connection, and that I believe we create our own lives. And this experience has proven it to me. About a week before my heart attack, I was feeling upset and stressed about a situation and I said to a friend of mine that I was a ‘walking heart attack’. I was experiencing no symptoms of a heart attack and I don’t recall thinking about the phrase before I said it. It just came out of my mouth, and then left my mind again. I know, and my friend reinforced this belief, that I spoke the heart attack into existence. That my spirit team made it happen in a way that it was meant to – a ‘gentle’ dose if you like. We co-created the heart attack. But in so doing, my spirit team also guided me. A week before the attack, on a journey I do pretty much daily I saw the numbers ‘639’ on the numberplate of a car I drive past pretty much daily and which I hadn’t noticed before. And the thought hit me that these numbers were important. Over and again the reminder hit me – ‘639’ are important numbers. What are they? On the Solfeggio frequency, 639Hz represents the heart chakra. So, my soul team are also helping me to identify the ways to heal my heart chakra.
So, on that basis, there is nothing I cannot speak into existence as I have reflected on all the other things I have spoken into existence over the years. And from now on, it will only be the things I really want that I am going to speak into existence.
I have a healing journey to undertake. I am resting and recuperating currently, and it hasn’t always been easy. There is a lot for my conscious mind to come to terms with, another 3D trauma for my subconscious mind to contend with. But this time, I know how to approach this. I know there are lessons to be learned from it, and I am taking the learning. I know there are ways in which I can change my life and I am doing so. And I know there are a tonne of positives to take from it, and I will.
I know this experience has been about reinforcing my faith, and it has done so immeasurably. There is a lot in a heartbeat, and I am going to be grateful to every one of them now and forever more.
Louisa Simpson 