Not too long ago I noticed a little bump appearing on the back of my neck, right on my spine, half-way between the base of my neck and the base of my skull. I didn’t think much of it, I thought it was a spot, maybe an irritated hair follicle.
Knowing there is a reason for everything and it wasn’t ‘just’ a spot or an accident, it did cross my mind as to wonder why I had a spot there. I treated it with some tea tree oil, which is a good antibacterial oil, but then realised after a week or two that it was bigger and not going away as a spot usually would.
Rather than dismiss it, I went to the doctor rather than letting things go or thinking it’s no big deal, as I feel it is important to get any medical support we require. What it transpired to be was a small cyst; I was curious as to why, what causes it from a medical perspective, but I also know that our body is constantly telling us everything, and never lies. There was more to this than just being a small cyst, that needed to be cut out and removed, there was the root cause energy behind it, how had I been living that the body needed to clear it with this bump on my neck. This is where the magic of Esoteric Medicine comes in, it works in perfect unison with Western Medicine to look at the whole, it comes from the inside out and Western Medicine meets the issue, illness, ailments, disease from the outside, and together they support one another. Continue reading “The body never lies”
By Anonymous, UK
In January 2018 I was diagnosed with an anal fistula. A fistula is a tunnel that has formed with an opening at either end, one outside the anal entrance and one – or more, as in my experience I had two – inside. It becomes increasingly painful to sit, poo and move around and then very painful 24/7. It can be caused by Crohn’s disease, diverticulitis or certain other bowel conditions. It can develop as a consequence of an abscess forming and then bursting, and often is accompanied by constipation initially. It is notable for the pain experienced.
The main form of treatment is surgery. The fistula or the tunnel can be opened up from one end to the other all in one go or in stages. There is a risk of incontinence in some types of fistula that involve the anal sphincters if they are opened all at once. An alternative approach is to insert a Seton suture – which is usually a length of plastic which is put through the tunnel and tied in a loop and this helps to drain the fistula and it can then be opened up gradually over a number of weeks rather than all at once.
My symptoms had started with what seemed like faecal incontinence which only happened after I had passed stool. I left this alone for a while to see if it would stop on its own, like many of us do. It didn’t, I was leaking poo through the fistula, leaving me sore, uncomfortable, inflamed and concerned. I had bleeding from my anus and a lot of pain. As time went on my anus became swollen and bright red most of the time, looking and feeling a lot like bad sunburn. I didn’t however have an abscess or any other bowel condition, though I regularly had constipation. Continue reading “Anal Fistula – Holding On … Is it Worth it?”
by Anon, 42, UK
Osteoporosis is not just an illness for ‘old people’; I know, because I was diagnosed with Osteoporosis at the age of 39.
Most people think of Osteoporosis as an illness that women get when they are older, when their bones become weak and fragile, but it can occur in much younger women, and in men too.
My periods had stopped when I was in my late thirties for around 12 months. When I was being investigated for this, I had a bone density scan and I was told I was on the borderline for having Osteoporosis. Recently I wanted to know if it had gotten worse over the last three years and asked to have another scan. It was then the doctor said I had already been diagnosed with it on the previous scan!
In my search for answers and healing during those three years I used both Esoteric Medicine and Western Medicine together, to support my health and healing, and to get a deeper understanding of the energetic root cause of my illnesses, including looking at what energy I was living in, allowing and choosing that resulted in me being ill. Basically my healing process was a marriage of both Western and Esoteric medicine, one from the outside, the other from the inside, to get to the whole truth of what was going on.
Continue reading “Osteoporosis: it’s not just an illness for ‘old people’”
by Amparo Lorente Cháfer, Special Needs Educator, Alicante, Spain
As a result of everything that is happening around us with corona virus disease, I have begun to get in contact with my lungs and all the delicacy that this area hosts within me. The exquisite fragility of each in breath and the enormous beauty with which my body restfully assimilates the air that enters inside me.
Now that I stop to observe this area, I feel something very sacred there. I feel as if there is a temple in my body, and that it resides in my chest, in the area of the heart and lungs and the way to access it is from repose.
When I stop my perpetual motion and surrender to repose, and deeply rest, and connect with the temple within, it is a space that expands with my presence, a pulse that connects me to life. A thread that reflects my connection to the universe and shows the fragility of my existence. Continue reading “The delicacy of my lungs.”
by Ingrid Ward, New Zealand.
When I stop and observe the health of people around me and humanity’s health in general, it seems to me that we have come to accept many things in the medical field as ‘normal’ when actually, they are not. We have come to accept that it’s normal to feel tired, to have indigestion, to have a consistently runny nose, just as a few examples. And for much of my life I was one who considered these conditions to be normal, simply the way my body was. It’s taken a deep commitment to changing my lifestyle, the way I am living, eating and working, to now know that these accepted ‘normals’ are actually making us sick.
A couple of months ago I had an experience of another, but slightly unusual, accepted normal. I had a health issue that took me to my doctor’s surgery but this time to another doctor in the practice. He was in his 60’s and so had been dispensing his medical skills for several decades. In the course of the appointment he examined my abdomen, palpating gently wherever he went. Then he stopped over my midriff and the palpating became a little more focussed so I felt to ask him what he was looking for. The conversation then unfolded like this. Continue reading “Reclaiming a medical normal.”
by Anon, UK
I have come to realise over the past few years the hardness I carry in my body as a protection; I would say I learnt this as a little girl when my tenderness, light, and delicateness was abused, not in a sexual way, but simply the reflection of the world, my home, the education system telling me it wasn’t safe or okay to show this and live like this. I grew up learning to harden and be tough, to do everything by myself; showing I don’t need any support as a way to get through the world. This is the complete opposite of everything I now feel and know myself to be.
By no means have I let all my hardness and protection go; I still carry hardness and protection, not like I used to, but I can still feel it, in my face, my jaw, my body, when I open my eyes to go out into the world I harden, when I anticipate feeling things I don’t want to feel, like the state other people are in and how they feel about me. But the thing is this hardness doesn’t protect me, it makes me ill.
For one it makes me exhausted, my muscles tight and tense, my jaw sore. It keeps people at bay, as I don’t let them in fully, which means I don’t let all their love in and I don’t let all my love out. It stops me from feeling everything I feel, and I know now that is what will truly support me, letting myself just feel all that I feel. Continue reading “How hardness can play out in a woman’s body and affect her health”
by Michael Goodhart, Aircraft Technician, B.A. Psychology, North Carolina, USA
The compound CBD (Cannabidiol) is derived from the marijuana or hemp plant and is currently the newest rage and being touted as the latest ‘cure-all’ in the health and wellbeing industry. The claims made by its proponents cover a broad spectrum of supposed benefits, ranging from a reversal of depression, halting of psychosis and healing PTSD to curing cancer. (1)
In fact, here is a more comprehensive list of claimed benefits now coming from the myriad of companies that are touting CBD as a multi-pronged solution for literally dozens of mental, emotional and physical ailments, including the abilities to: slow Parkinson’s disease, curb anger, prevent anxiety, relieve menstrual cramps, lessen arthritis pain, treat Crohn’s disease, lower blood sugar, rejuvenate skin, heal brain injury, cure insomnia, speed recovery from workouts, calm dogs and stop epilepsy.
Of that entire list, only the limiting of seizures as experienced by people with two rare forms of epilepsy has been medically proven to be somewhat alleviated with the use of CBD oil. (2)
CBD oil is being marketed and sold inside products as far ranging as hamburgers and shampoo to gummy bears in a way to capitalize on a form of created ‘normalcy’ by the companies selling these products, when in fact there are many questions about its legality and efficacy.
Continue reading “Confused. By. Deception. (CBD) – A Modern-Day Snake Oil”
By Steve Matson, UK
Being a guy and having been sent a letter from my doctor years ago, enquiring if I was still alive because they had not seen me for 15 years, speaks volumes with regard to my previous aversion to medical care. My journey of becoming a vampire and becoming allergic to the sun progressed for two years before I made an appointment to ask a doctor what was happening.
I enrolled in a year-long course when I was in my early 50s to learn Kinesiology, a healing modality. Midway through the course I started developing small painful blisters on the back of both of my hands. They were not too dissimilar to a Fire Ant bite or a welding splatter of small molten metal, when it hits unprotected skin. But, they took a long time to heal and were a bit unsightly. I dropped out of the course, for I felt it was based too much in the head and not enough in the body, and my hands were now not that appealing to look at or touch anyone.
‘Fragility of skin’ is an interesting expression, unless it refers to your own skin when exposed to sunlight and then it’s not so interesting. It means, that any skin exposed to the sun breaks down and becomes a scab. If bumped or scratched, the top layer of skin would peel off and cause exudate, which is essentially blood from which the blood cells have been filtered out, leaving a clear fluid to fill the area. You look like a zombie movie extra! Continue reading “I was a vampire”
The website is dedicated to sharing stories of people who have utilised both Western Medicine and Esoteric Medicine to address their health conditions.
This interview tells of the experience of Business Owner, Michael Nicholson, when he had a heart attack and how he utilised both Western Medicine and Esoteric Medicine to help him recover and heal and find a new way of living and working.
Continue reading “Heart Attack – A stop moment in life and a chance for a fresh start.”
By Roberta Himing, Student of Life, Gold Coast, Australia.
From the title “Knee-capped” one would perhaps think I am speaking of a past era just prior to my birth – perhaps of the time of “Prohibition”, the fabled Elliot Ness and the street gangs of Chicago, where sporadically a form of malicious wounding/torture occasioned to the knees was meted out as a punishment to prevent the assailed from easily moving forward. However, this is not the case. It appears it may be more to do with a karmic story and the deepening awareness around my ‘new knee’ experience.
Was I in fact being brought to my knees?
In the 3rd month of 2018 an excruciating and locking pain saw me with X-rays under my arm visiting an orthopaedic surgeon who showed me a model of how a regular and healthy knee would appear. He marvelled at the fact that I was still able to walk after viewing the X-ray I presented to him. Shockingly (to me) I found I was advised to have a knee-replacement surgery. How could this be? I had not been a rugby player or sportsperson of any ilk, though I had worked in a male energy during my adult life, choosing to shut down, toughen up and be hard, rather than staying open, delicate and vulnerable. This male-style energy saw me behaving in an independent or stubborn fashion when a heavy lifting, pushing/pulling or digging job was to be carried out and there was no one else present to offer support, I would expect/demand that my body obey the desire and determination of my will. On reflection not very self-loving at all and certainly not connected to the innate preciousness and sacredness of being a woman.
May Day! May Day! May Day! May 1st – surgery day fast approaching.
Continue reading “KNEE-CAPPED… or… CAPPED BY FEAR”