Lost opportunities

I am not sure how each of you view dying, or how you mourn the loss of someone that played a central role in your life. I only know how difficult it is and has been for me in the past and now.

I was not there at the moment of dad’s death, but before my father died I had had the oppurtunity to regain a currentness with him, that I felt that I had lost. I had, mixed with self centered feelings of loss and guilt, a sense of guilt filled relief that he would no longer have to suffer and was finally allowed to go home in his true form no longer by tortured by a body that had ceased to be an appropriate vehicle for his true self. I did not have this chance with my uncle.

I wished I had taken the time to tell him, when I saw him the last time, How important he had been in my life and that I loved and respected him. I wished that I had taken the time to vist him and my aunt the last time that I was in Boston, or the time before or the time before, but I did’nt. I wished that I had not let so much time pass without re-establishing contact and renewing a relationship that though sometimes difficult was very important in my childhood and adolescence.

But honestly I never thought the time would come when he was not there.
Even though we know it, each of us chooses in their own way to deny the inevitable. That life means transformation and one of these is what we call death. I am no different in this respect.

I don’t know who my uncle really was, but I know what he is, a part of the Divine that touched and continous to grace my life. Perfect in his imperfection. To say that he was a father a brother a husband, friend, uncle is not the complete truth. It only describes the location that he occupied in our lives, but it is not a complete description of him. To say that he did the best he could with what he had is also not the complete truth either. He was much more than that. He was and is a peice of divinty that touched my life in the most unexpected manner, at the most unexpected moments, in a way that I will probably first understand when I go home as he has.

Each of us wants to be loved, and to know that he is loved. Each one of us spends a major part of our life in the pursuit of our own unique form of happiness and love, and tries to avoid as much as possible those things that cause pain, sorrow, sadness or discomfort to ourselves or our loved ones. It is as if we really believe that by living a certain way and following certain rules that we will be spared. But it is not so. In loving we cause pain, it is unavoidable. In trying to be helpful we cause pain, it is unavoidable. In growing into adulthood we are the source of pain because we are loved and love, it is unavoidable. And in the middle of loss we inadvertently cause pain, it is unavoidable.

Love without pain only exists in the Divine corner of our hearts where we can love without possession, without controlling without demanding to be loved in return. Like the sun shines without making any distinction between those receiving its rays of warm and light. It shines because that is its true Nature.

In this sometimes, or all too often secret corner of our hearts where love truly exist, is also the place where all of those who have given us, sometimes unconsciously, even one small moment of unconditional, love reside. They are there and are part of the inexhaustible fountain of love that we call God, the Divine, Master or the true Self. They are there in all of the splendor and glory that exist in creation. They are God’s face as are the flowers in the field or the lilies in the valley. And they are in this form free from all that that prevents us from seeing the divine in them. And yet we wait until it is too late, or almost too late to tell them that they are loved and acknowledged for what they are.

We identify ourselves in a manner that is exclusive, a manner that prevents that which is present from unfolding, touching and enriching our lives

We often spend time nourishing our pain and hurts, justifying our behavior toward others based on those hurts and in doing so we rob ourselves of yet another opportunity to experience the wonder and awe of His multifold manifestations in our lives.

If I could be with you in person in your time of sorrow I would say that we should all take just a few moments too close our eyes and visit that place in our hearts where He dwells. To experience His presence quietly in our lives. To marvel at His miracle of constant transformation that we experience as life and to rejoice in its glory, and then rejoicing to open our eyes and see Him in those around us as they really are.

Each of us has the same spark of the divine in him, and each of us is as totally unaware of the role that we play in the lives of those around us because of it. I rejoice in my uncle’s memory, mourn him, am thankful that I knew him and am grateful for the light that he unknowingly brought into my life. May he find his way home. I’ll miss him.

(the original was written on the occasion of the death of my uncle 2005)

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Charlottesville 2017

We are experiencing a moral, spiritual, social and political crisis whose magnitude has not been seen before. As someone who has spent the all of my adult life involved in healing at an individual and societal, level, I cannot allow my deepening pain, outrage and concern over the developments in the United States and the recent events in Charlottesville Virginia and the administration and Donald Trump’s response to go uncommented.

But we must understand this is not only about Donald Trump, not only about a president who publicly aligns himself with the ultra-right and excuses violence, these are but symptoms of a deep-rooted disease that needs to be spoken to acted against and treated.

Though Right-wing violence is an issue that must be addressed, it is still a symptom. We cannot only treat the symptoms alone without treating the roots if we want to change this dangerous course. Trump, and the silence around him, creates an atmosphere of acceptability for the un-acceptable.

The United States of (north) America is a country whose original social and economic foundations were built upon racism and national and ethnic chauvinism. Nationalism, Racism and the ideology of White Supremacy and Chauvinism is so deeply rooted and so subtly infused in the America and western world that we often only see and respond to current events as tragic unfortunate developments, but business as usual.

For too long have we allowed racial, xenophobic, chauvinistic and nationalistic clichés in small things to color our thinking, humor, politics and social life disguising their roots and playing down the consequences in our daily life. Due to the normalcy of this we often react with a feeling of powerlessness, underestimating the dire need and importance to speak out and act in defense of human life and rights. We have far too often dismissed those who act in this manner as “fringe elements” denying the fact that the very base of our society is infused with this thinking.

We can no longer stand on the sidelines waiting to see how this is going to develop. We cannot continue to see this as in anyway shape or form as justifiable, acceptable or the logical consequence of demographic developments.

We have a moral, political and spiritual responsibility to honestly address this deadly course manifest in the populist, racist, nationalist and xenophobic rhetoric and actions that are taking place in the United States.

By not taking a stand and opposing this development, we become culpable, silent conspirators to these events.

As distressing as all of this is we cannot allow these events to frustrate and paralyze those of us committed to spiritual uplift, social justice and healing.

There is hope, there are many who are standing up and speaking up against this new wave of hatred and violence. Historically there are now more voices speaking up and expressing the true nature and hopes of the United States than ever before. For that I am ever grateful.

Let our voices and actions not disappear in the phony arguments and battles of those who are determined to undermine all that we hold dear.

We have an historic responsibility to lead and set the tenor of this discussion, and ensure that the focus is on the principles of anti-racism and human rights and not allow ourselves to get diverted in to arguments about side issues. Racism, Chauvinism, Nationalism, Xenophobia and White Supremacy in any form and under any name is criminally wrong and unacceptable.

We have to look to our own hearts, not elsewhere, to provide us with the moral and spiritual leadership and clarity necessary in healing our society.

“The Dao of Needling”

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„Qi Bo said: “This is the Dao of needling: to promote the patient’s essence and spirit. If the essence and spirit (jing and shen) are not enhanced, and the will and intent (zhi yi yuan zhi de zhi, yisi de yi) are not controlled, then illness cannot be cured.

“In the present era, people’s essence is ruined and their spirit is gone, the nutritive and the protective qi cannot circulate fully. And why is this? (Because) there is no limit to eating and drinking, and (people ) worry ceaselessly: (Thus) essential qi is ruined, nutritive qi leaks out and protective qi is lost, (and the gradual end) result is loss of spirit and failure of the disease to be cured.”
(Steven Clavey; Fluid Physiology and Pathology in Traditional Chinese Medicine, Chp. 5 Edema, pg. 140; Churchill Livingstone;  Su Wenn Chp. 14 §4)

Who stole the Tan Zhong (dan Zhong) ???? Or did we just forget where it is???

I am not sure if anyone noticed. But the Tan Zhong is missing. It was there in the Su Wen in the eight chapter. But it seems to have vanished in thin air in the meantime.

Strange.

The Tan Zhong is not only an important system concept but also an old friend and companion of the Emperor, and most of the ancient classical acupuncturists. Some of us “younger” clinicians also had the honor of making its aquaintance.

In many of the translations of the Su Wen it has been replaced by a totally different organ without any explanation as to why. Its just gone. It is as if someone switched babys in the hospital.

Maybe that’s why the joy and elation often are missing in many treatments.

If you have any information about its whereabouts please inform your collegues and friends so that we can organize a rescue mission.

I just hope that it is not too late.

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