Why allopathic medicine gets a bad rep

I pride myself on being a bridge between worlds and people and groups of people. Many of my colleagues are rabidly anti-allopathic (Western) medicine. I prefer to take a more measured position, reasoning that if my appendix is ready to burst, it would not serve me to "tap" on myself as the remedy. Doctors have their place, as does surgery.

All that said, I wanted to scream yesterday when I heard the following story. "T" is a vibrant, dynamic powerhouse of a woman in her mid-sixties. She owns her own company and leads a very spirit-centered life.

It has been determined that "T" has "pre-cancerous cells in her cervix" which have a "30% chance of becoming cancerous." Every medical practitioner she has consulted with has recommended that she have a total hysterectomy. When she asked about keeping her ovaries, she was told that most women don't ask those kinds of questions and why does she want to keep equipment in her body that she no longer needs. Even her homeopath -- who also happens to be an MD -- counseled her in this direction.

"T" is telling me that she has a great resistance to the surgery, especially to the removal of her ovaries. She feels as though her doctors (and she can afford the best) are simply checking off boxes on a list marked "What to do for women over 60 having 'women's problems'" rather than actually assessing her individual situation. Her questions have been met with increasing impatience and condescension.

Using deep relaxation techniques, I facilitated a conversation between her, an angel protector she encountered in the course of the journey, and her body. The angel told her that she's been under so much stress that her body is acting up. Her being out of balance has put her body out of balance.

When I guided her to look at her cervix, she saw it was clear. Her uterous was clear. Her ovaries were clear.

Unfortunately, with the entire medical community filling her head with dire images of cancer spreading throughout her body, trusting her own wisdom seems foolhardy rather than the way to go. She's already postponed the surgery twice and is fearful of a backlash from her doctors if she postpones it yet again.

What's wrong with this picture?

Before we parted, I suggested that she shift her prayers to something along the lines of, "Show me with crystal clarity the path I need to take; I'd like a billboard telling me clearly what to do."

I leave today for four days of intensive advanced training with Dr. Vimala Rodgers. Vimala has a unique perspective on handwriting as a tool for personal, professional and spiritual excellence.

It is sometimes a challenge to keep up with Vimala. She is truly a visionary and as such, is often far ahead of what most people -- including me -- can grasp. She is Mensa-level brilliant and has no use for most of what we might call our "modern world." She had never heard of a Wii until faced with one at a Christmas gathering last year. The reality of such an invention puzzled her. Why would anyone want to participate in life through such a filter? If you want to play a game, go play the game! Why play a game that plays the game?

I have been working with The Vimala System of Handwriting for 15 years. I never would have imagined the changes in my outlook and reactions to life that my daily handwriting practice has solidified in me. And yet, among all the tools I offer to clients (and even speak about to family and friends), The Vimala System creates the most resistance and skepticism. At times I've crossed over into that camp. But the results in my life bring me back to this extraordinary tool.

Trainings with Vimala are usually non-stop. They take place at retreat centers -- but there is very little "retreating." Instead, we're usually in class every moment we aren't eating or sleeping. It can be grueling. Still, we return, again and again. What magic might we miss out on otherwise?

I'll let you know how "Sacred Symbols" goes.

Part of my problem with having a blog is the name "blog." It sounds suspiciously like a Lewis Carroll invention marrying, say, "bleah" with "slog." Anyway, certainly not something worth someone actually taking the time to read, let alone write.

Yes, I know I sound like a cranky old woman. I AM a cranky old woman when it comes to certain things -- and it's tough to let you readers see that side of me because who wants to work with a cranky hypnotherapist?

Hypnotherapists must be perfect, without vices, right? After all, if I don't have my life totally together, what gall to suggest that I can help you get your life together? So, it's very challenging for me to reveal that I have a favorite punctuation mark (I love semicolons and trust me, they are woefully underused). I'm a nut I am about grammar ("lay" needs an object, folks, and should never be followed by a preposition -- "lay down" makes me cringe like nails on a blackboard); and I'm addicted to Mamy Susan, an obscure form of Solitaire on my computer. I realize that these things don't just make me sound pleasantly quirky, they make me sound like a vintage Saturday Night Live charicature.

'Twas brillig and the slithy toves ...

This work is never boring.

The day began with a 15-year-old soccer player who wanted to improve his ability to manipulate the soccer ball with greater control. I made a custom hypnotherapy CD for him that he can listen to either during the day or at bedtime.

My second client has been working with me to regain her sense of balance after her husband announced he doesn't love her anymore.

After lunch with Linda Schwan, a wonderful cranial-sacral massage therapist in Walnut Creek, an awesome session with a client I haven't seen in a year and a half. She's been unable to stay asleep in spite of a variety of natural/herbal remedies. I used touch hypnosis to help her relax very deeply and she was able to go to a Sacred Space in her mind and speak with her Inner Wisdom. Her Inner Wisdom told her the reasons for the insomnia and suggested she write a list of gratitudes every day to shift her mind to the more positive place she needs to cultivate.

Better and better and better. Better and better every day, better and better in every way ... as all is moving toward the good. And so it is.