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.
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.
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.
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”→
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;
We have a phenomenon called ‘evidence-based’ which we use in medicine, research, science, and other communities. Some herald this evidence-based approach, and whilst it can have value, what if the traditional, scientific, randomised control type evidence is not the only valid form of evidence, and what if there is a far greater wisdom we can draw from? The evidence of our bodies.
I work in environments e.g. health, and universities where when you make a statement or comment, people often say ‘where is the evidence for that?’ This attitude can actually suppress us from saying what we think and feel, for fear of not having the ‘evidence’. I know in my earlier years of working in those environments I felt small and stupid if I didn’t have evidence to back up something I said. There was an air of ‘superiority’ in some people who wouldn’t listen unless there was this particular type of ‘evidence’.
Some time ago I had a diagnosis of a fungal infection on my skin. This started out as a red mark, a rash on one of my breasts, which I initially thought may have been something to do with breast cancer or an early warning sign of it and this really scared me. I went for a check-up and was told it was a ringworm, a common fungal infection, which I could have contracted from touching animals, and then passing it from my fingers or nails onto my skin. The doctor gave me cream to help it clear, which it did.
Then about a month later, I noticed a few red dots around my hips, something that could have potentially been there for over a year, as I have seen them before, but dismissed them. I thought it was just from my skin reacting to the metal of the buttons on the inside of my jeans, as they would come and go, and be in roughly the same place where the inside of the buttons touched my skin. Then these dots got worse and spread all over my hips, up the inside of my ribs, just under where my arms hang down the side of the body, onto my tummy, under and onto my chest, and then parts of my back.
When I noticed how bad this was, I decided to call the doctor to book an appointment, and at the suggestion of my partner, asked if they had an appointment for the same day.
What is wisdom and what is intelligence… how do we define and refer to these words and what is their relevance for us?
Are we living with a very restricted definition and relationship with the word intelligence? Caught up in the cerebral, educational celebration of mental prowess and factual recall that leaves us bereft of a much richer, fuller experience of life?
We tend to think that our intelligence comes from and resides in our heads, that it is ours and that we own it, and we pride ourselves on it.
I have grown up most of my teenage years and adult life with an eating dis-order. This has not been outwardly obvious to people as in being anorexic, as mainly people commented on how good I looked, how great my body was and how slim I am. I have never physically stuck my fingers down my throat to be sick, nor hidden food to binge eat later, but I did eat in a way that was very obsessive and controlling, and at times worked out how and what to eat and drink in a way that would make me be sick after I ate something I knew wasn’t good for my body.
The reason I had an eating dis-order is because of the lack of self-worth and self-loathing I had for myself. I have come to know that I also eat to not feel all that I do, I eat to fight my sensitivity (awareness). I didn’t and at times still don’t want to feel what’s going on around me, as it means I would have to speak up and be more responsible.
Over the years my body has shared many things I knew and know I shouldn’t be doing. Like being in abusive and un-loving relationships, saying yes to things or people when everything in me was saying no, to not wanting to feel jealousy from others, this is a big one for me. I now know this is all okay to feel as I am learning to respond, observe and not react to what I feel. I now know that what I feel is not wrong and there’s nothing wrong with feeling all that I do. The key is observing it and not absorbing it, to live my truth.