“Therapeutic Humor”
It was the beginning of a seminar I was conducting in London. I looked at the audience. To nearly all of them I was a stranger as they were to me. I could feel their tension
It was the beginning of a seminar I was conducting in London. I looked at the audience. To nearly all of them I was a stranger as they were to me. I could feel their tension
The humane person, the true philanthropist, is the person of virtue. And what is virtue? Socrates declared that virtue is knowledge. (Conversely, wrongdoing is only due to ignorance – “no one [knowingly] wishes evil,” he declared
William Blake's "mind-forg'd manacles"* instantly cause me to think of obstetric forceps which when applied incorrectly (a common problem, at least in my experience) distort the baby's head and thus its brain. And then I think
The great poet and artist William Blake believed that “we all live surrounded by hosts of spirits, that there is no real division between this world and the next.”[1] Hence, his wife, Catherine, remarked, “I have
To heal is to help the self-concerned sufferer become an altruistic healer. For to suffer is to not love – and to heal is to love. But before the sufferer can love, he must feel loved.
The sufferer does not know that he is Love. And this is the root cause of his anguish. The task of the healer is to feel the Belovedness bestowed on him, and on all, unknowingly by
I have found over many years of clinical experience that there are five criteria, which, when met, can best ensure a satisfactory outcome from the therapeutic relationship with the sufferer. These are: 1. The insightful recognition
A pigeon with one leg hobbles over to him – Knowing more than the medical students. How can they walk past – and not Know?
If we really believed our mothers deeply loved us – if we Knew their Souls – there would be little need to venture beyond her to the Unknown, no need to seek a goddess out There. For she would be as a goddess in the home.
All my work as a healer is basically to do with the mother: reconciling the anguished sufferer – and that’s every one of us – with his mother as Love. For it is this, I believe,