Illness

In the old days, when the spirit left someone, when the will to live and to be whole and perfect left him, he just died.

While treatment provides symptom relief, it is therapy that therefore provides the ultimate cure.

Disease starts in the mind, Paracelsus proclaimed. But so very few physical treaters even consider this fact – let alone attempt to alleviate.

Chi is everywhere – Heaven’s Breath. Around us everywhere as etheric chi. When inspired into the body it is transmuted into bodily chi by the thymus, the controller of the acupuncture system. From there it flows through the meridians in a definite sequence, bestowing this energy, this “love,” on every organ and tissue. Then finally exiting to rejoin the etheric chi.

As a doctor, my work was to help, to encourage, to treat, perhaps even at times to heal. Always underneath is a degree, often a large degree, of preaching, of fear-mongering: “Do this – or else.” The other day I overheard a (lay) “healer” telling a “patient” that he could possibly come to need a colostomy. Telling – terrorizing.

For years I had to use a faulty electric hand drier in the toilet of an office building I visit very frequently. Sometimes it would turn on when, as instructed, I placed my hands under the nozzle, or if I hit it – just so. But next time in the same place, it would not.

Over my many years in clinical practice, I have increasingly come to the conclusion that all of us are suffering from a condition more basic, any more fundamental, than any illness. And we all are afflicted by it, whether apparently healthy or not. This I call anguish, the anguish

Many years ago, the Immigration Department required me to provide a routine chest X-ray. I went to the X-ray department at the prestigious hospital where I was employed and had the X-ray taken. The next day as I walked into my office, I saw the X-ray in an envelope on my desk. Pinned to the