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”
by Gabriele Conrad, Goonellabah, NSW.
A few days after the incident with the rogue ‘r’ that didn’t exist and had me running around in circles, as described in https://medicineandsergebenhayon.com/2018/08/05/we-see-what-we-want-to-see/ I was on an early morning walk with a friend on a wall by a river that leads to the ocean.
On the way we had been pointing out the birds and other creatures that graced our way – Willy Wagtails, Bluetongue Lizards, Magpies, even a Kookaburra. When walking back from the very tip of the wall which overlooks the ocean, my friend and I were again aware of the wildlife around us. A beautiful cormorant caught my eye and I pointed him out to her. He was well below us, at the water’s edge, preening himself and taking his time, giving us ample opportunity to admire the sleek lines, the long beak and his settled and sanguine demeanour.
We continued on our walk back to the cars, chatting at times and silent other times, until my friend said, “There’s another one!” Continue reading “We see what we want to see … Part 2”
By Susan Evans, Goonellabah, Retail Manager
When I was growing up in a family of six in Brisbane during the 60’s and 70’s, we had two family doctors who made home visits over a period of 13 years and they came to know the family intimately. They were part of the family, they were trusted, respected and they were an emotional and physical support to my parents with their four young children. I always felt very comfortable with them because of the deep care they showed when treating us. One of the doctors passed away due to old age and the other one eventually retired and it was a difficult time to lose these two special men who had been a part of our lives since we were born.
New doctors came on board and as the population grew, the doctors became busier and the home visits stopped, except in the case of an emergency. General visits to the doctor were about half an hour and appointment times were now either before or after lunch and waiting times became longer as there was no set time for a consultation, if it needed to go over time, nobody minded, they would go and do a task somewhere and pop back later. There was still a strong connection and familiarity between patients and the doctors during this time.
Then came the introduction of Medicare and most Medical Practices bulk-billed their patients, so there was no expense for us financially in the beginning and consultations were still around the half hour mark if needed. Illness and disease was on the rise and then we saw the advent of large practices appearing with multiple doctors and consultations decreased to 15 minute time slots and if you needed longer, you had to book a double appointment. Then many practices stopped bulk billing if you were a new patient and the costs of service increased and have continued to do so to this day.
Doctors became monitored through the system for the number of tests they ordered, as it became a business with levels of corruption that I do not understand but can certainly feel. The connection with the doctors became limited and I always felt rushed with my appointments and the level of care did not feel the same anymore. Continue reading “Medicine Past, Present and Future”
By Julie Matson, UK
I feel blessed every day for the good health I have in my life right now. I have more energy, am up at 4 am to read and write, I am on no medication for illnesses or pain (except the occasional headache), no longer overweight and am eating healthily, working and studying, and enjoying a full life which continues to expand.
This has not always been the case as I, like many women (and men) of my age, was in pain and discomfort from something or other every day, with things like;
- IBS – bloating, diarrhoea, constipation, lethargy, headaches, stomach aches
- Sinusitis – headaches that could last for months, painful swollen cheeks, blocked nose
- Sciatica – sharp pain running down the leg (sometimes both legs) making it difficult to stand or walk
- Chronic lower back pain – started at the age of 30 and became something I lived with and managed
- Asthma – shortness of breath on exercise or hill walking and using an inhaler to control it
- Over weight – three and a half stones over my natural weight for my height, comfort eating with all the wrong foods, legs chafing and obsessive yo-yo dieting
- Chronic fatigue – tiredness on the slightest exertion, painful joints – this lasted for eight years off and on and I was taking high doses of painkillers everyday
- Depression – when the fatigue became too much – people who have experienced the black hole of depression will know all too well what that feels like
- Lock jaw – could not yawn as my jaw would lock, another very painful condition
- Frozen shoulders – right shoulder froze for 24months, left for 10 months and any sudden jolt was excruciating
- Ovarian cyst – burst ovarian cyst which ended up with me in the ER overnight receiving shots of morphine for pain relief
- Neck injury – unable to work for six months and on anti-depressants as pain management
- Mastalgia – years of extremely painful breasts
- Complications giving birth – haemorrhaged during labour
- Knee pain in both knees – three years of pain when I injured both knees whilst doing yoga
- Giving up and resigned to a life of suffering.
Continue reading “Healing a catalogue of illnesses through making different choices”