I used to suffer food cravings, too. After a day full of serving patients and my family, I used to finally sit down (well after the sun had gone down) and enjoy a morsel of dark chocolate. Often times, it was well beyond a morsel!
It was like a negative spiral as then I’d have trouble sleeping or be up a time or two to urinate in the night which did not help my feeling of being rested the next day. I was stuck in a loop of need without emotional fulfillment.
The bottom line was that the more I needed the chocolate, the less I felt rested. I was living to eat, not eating to live.
The Cancer state of mind actually craves chocolate. In fact, stay out of their way when they’re en route to their fix, as they’ll slay dragons bare handed to get it. Sound familiar?
The Cancer state of mind is one where you rescue others to the exclusion of self, are living the unlived life, and are feeling resigned that this is your fate from here on in. That was my story too. The chocolate gave me a tiny illusion, just for the moment that this wasn’t true.
It seemed like much more energy to resolve my plight outright than I had. I knew more fats would help, I also knew more tender acts of self-love and fulfillment were also key. But where to start?
That is when I took a dose of Carcinosin and Chocolatum and made a list of what I needed more of in my life. I went after “the feeling.” If I was going to do this thing called life, long-term, how would I imagine a better state of grace for myself?
Well the answer to this has spanned many blogs, a couple of books, and a decade. Give us a call as we’re happy to share the answers we found with you, verbally, based on your own struggles. It’s what we do for our patients, but not to the exclusion of having solved it for ourselves first. Are you ready?
*The following excerpt has been reprinted here with permission from LivingWhole.org…..
The FDA is a joke. There’s really no nicer way to say it. By now you’ve probably heard that instead of cracking down on the drugs fueling the opioid epidemic, they are attempting to regulate homeopathic remedies, which is kind of funny because they supposedly contain no active ingredients whatsoever and cause about zero deaths each year. (Except when we’re making stuff up to scare people into believing there’s a sudden need to regulate something there’s no need to regulate.)
Why are they doing this, you ask? And I quote, “In light In light of the growth of the industry…” We can stop there because we all know where this is going.
Read the rest of the article here…. https://www.livingwhole.org/what-you-need-to-know-about-the-fdas-war-on-homeopathy/
A dozen or so years ago, I lived on a farm with my husband (fellow Heilkünstler, Jeff Korentayer) and my two children, Jordan and Adie. Jeff and I saw patients regularly in our home. He worked from the office upstairs and I had two chairs set up in an enclosed space on the main floor. We both saw in-person patients as well as working by phone and Skype.
Often the kids, ages 12, (Jordan) and 9, (Adie), were around outside or in the house while we were working, however, they had a stash of snacks and water and knew to remain in the summer kitchen or their rooms while we were working. Often they were out playing in the 7,000 square foot barn, or out somewhere on the 6 acre property. They were fairly self-sufficient in many respects and we encouraged their autonomy and sovereignty, especially while we were working.
One Sunday, in the early evening, the children and I were upstairs reading in the master bedroom when we heard a car pull onto the large gravel, semi-circular driveway. I stopped reading to them as we all craned our necks to look out the window to see who might be coming up the drive? We weren’t expecting anyone and so we were curious as to the hour and the nature of our visitor’s intent.
Working on my nighttime photography for my on-line course. Not usually my thing at all, but this balmy evening in Fredericton, N.B. was very forgiving. Shot on my Nikon D3100 with my 18-55mm lens.
Jeff answered the doorbell and I overheard the familiar voice of one of my in-person patients. Some of his key words floated up the stairwell to the bedroom the kids and I were in. We heard, “emergency, hospital, nebulizer, drugs, and breathing issues” followed by his daughter’s name; also a patient of mine.
I had been working on issues of reflux with her and we were in the early stages of Heilkunst treatment. She also had been diagnosed with a congenital heart defect shortly after her birth that resulted from an 8mm hole through the muscle.
I headed down the stairs with Jordan and Adie in tow. I greeted the Father (I’ll call him G.) and then went to the car to see his wife (also a patient) and their 3 year old (Who we’ll call K), in the back seat. She was crying inconsolably which indicated a lack of respiratory problems. The first thing I suggested was that we release her from the restriction of the car seat and get her into her parents’ arms.
K.’s eyes were glistening, her cheeks red, and she was looking very stressed with sweat dripping around her hairline. G. said that both he and his wife wished they’d not taken her to the hospital as it didn’t help, they were all stressed, upset and feeling guilty and wondering, would I be able to help? Also, they inserted that they were sorry to have just come here to our home during our personal time, but they didn’t know what else to do.
I let them know that with breathing issues, it is always best to go to the emergency room as that is the right jurisdiction for such medical conditions. When they asked if I could help, I stalled for a second as it was a bit like asking a general practitioner to step into an emergency room. Our speciality is chronic disease — we clear traumas from our patient’s timeline in a civilized way, consistently, one month apart by previously established appointment.
As I fumbled for a moment, not having had my Clinician’s hat on in several days, I began to think of what to do. The next thing I heard was Jordan’s voice, “Well Mom, if you ask me, you’ve got to clear out those drugs from her body as they will just be in the way of her trying to get better,” and then from Adie, “Yeah, Mom, clear the drugs and then you can deal with the root cause for why she’s having trouble breathing.”
All of us adults turned our heads to look at them both. G. started to laugh. I was still a little startled and realized that is precisely what was warranted and so I thanked both the kids for their wisdom. I asked Jeff to make up the rx for this very recent timeline event staring us all in the face, “Cort., Penecill., Benedryl, O2, Am-carb., Ars., Sulph., Nux-v.” in ascending potencies while I went to check K.’s chart to see what we’d last treated.
As it turned out, we were clearing an event when she was having trouble breathing shortly after birth. This was a healing reaction, not the disease matrix anchored to the Genetic Miasm Medhorrinum. (See our blog articles on Healing Reactions and Genetic Miasms; including Med.) I breathed my own huge sigh of relief.
We just needed to clear this recent iatrogenic event knowing that K.’s breathing mechanism would naturally restore on its own. We also talked about using peppermint essential oils and salt inhalations with steaming water, that had been removed from the stove by draping her head over the bowl, in order to support, and not suppress the life forces’ trajectory to heal for the curative rx that was provided two weeks prior.
Our job at this phase was to support the healing reaction. I also told them that if she was struggling with any further breathing issues where they felt alarm, to get back to the hospital asap.
A Year Later …
Fast forward a year and bit — K. never had another breathing issue. Also, her reflux was cured. The other amazing thing is that when they took her to the surgeon to schedule surgery to repair the hole in her heart, the MRI indicated that it was already gone!
The cardiologist wanted to have a conversation with me by phone as he’d never seen such a significant hole completely disappear before. (See our success stories page for more success stories from our patients). It is fair to say that he had trouble pronouncing “Heilkunst.”
That next summer, I applied to be the medic at a children’s camp, with Jordan and Adie in tow, in order to become more proficient in first aid prescribing. The parents were asked for their permission for me to treat their kids using homeopathic principles along with standard Red Cross first aid. I had epi-pens along with oxygen tanks and a humongous first aid kit.
I treated bee stings, rashes, headaches, a couple of fevers, homesickness and even a child coming to terms with the fact that they might be gay. It was a great time of learning and resulted in our Webinar course on First Aid prescribing.
Jordan and Adie
My Waldorf/Homeschooled kids, Jordan and Adie, are all grown up now. My son Jordan, (now 23), is a trampoline acrobat, and Bowen Practitioner, working mostly with children and youth as well as managing a staff of twenty plus. He uses his Saint John Ambulance first aid training constantly; once even for a woman suffering a compound fracture where the bone punched through the skin. He was level-headed and stabilized the limb until the paramedics arrived.
My daughter, Adie (now 20), is planning to study medicine, too. I am so proud of her as I know that her patients will so appreciate her level head and kind, compassionate heart and she will prove to be brilliantly knowledgeable in this area of medicine.
You never know when a homeschooling moment might factor as consequences to someone’s greater unfolding in the future. It feels like my own learning has certainly paralleled and activated something innate in both of them. I love this path that we continue to share, now at a distance, but so connected through our hearts and the compassion for our fellow humans along the way.
The reason being surmised is that the frosty weather, time off over the holidays and the urge to merge just seems to take us when we’re not working so hard at our day jobs. Perhaps we get a little free babysitting thrown into the mix, with extended family, and the next thing we know, we’re due in late August or September.
Our blogs are focused this month on “The Pill” and also “Where Do Babies Come From.” You may be surprised that there’s a new thing or two to learn since grade 10 health class. We aim to bring you the latest truths that often exploit the party line on health and sexuality.
Jeff and I are getting ready to head over to Cancun early February to spend some time seaside with our son Jordan. He’s flying down to meet us from Ottawa and we’re excited to take him snorkeling in Puerto Morelos, the second largest barrier reef in the world. We also want to show him the spawning centre for sea turtles on Isla Mujeres.
Cozumel has a handmade chocolate factory that we love and the hot chili chocolate is mindblowing. We will rent a ragtop beetle from another era … okay from when I was a kid and tour the island. There’s a restaurant with mind-blowing ceviche and you can wiggle your toes in the sand while eating and watching the waves crash on the shore. I love to swim there after a late lunch.
Our hope is that you’re all keeping warm, or perhaps escaping to a hotter spot, too, this Winter. Either way, if you’re due in September, we’ll know that you created your own heat wherever you are.
All of us are under stress. Regularly we can suffer feelings of disappointment, frustration, anxiety, and guilt. It’s pretty much a function of being alive just as having air in our lungs and a beating heart in our chest. The NSOL combination is designed to mitigate these stronger feelings and reactions.
At Arcanum Wholistic Clinic, we supply our patients with supportive dropper bottles (and timeline remedies) to help lap away at both emotional and physical distortions as a preventative measure. These are generally prescribed on a daily basis in your NSOL (Emotional Support Dropper Bottle) with instructions to sip on as needed in your water to help mitigate issues as they present in your daily life.
This is a big part of the ‘wholistic’ aspect of your treatment plan, as you go through sequential therapy using Heilkunst principles. NSOL addresses the most common emotions that we can experience regularly as human beings, that can skew our healthy life experience. Sometimes these emotions are also more intense during the healing reactions of certain timeline events.
This remedy helps to also soften and release of any of these accumulated feelings, in addition to events that occur in the present, making it easier for the individual to bear the emotional load more expediently, by speeding healing. The secondary action of this combination helps to mobilize these strong feelings for release on the curative law of nature, “like cures like”, which is homeopathic law; preventing more trauma from being incurred in the present.
Here’s the breakdown to each rx in our NSOL combo and the links for you to read about each remedy separately if you wish:
S – Staphysagria is for frustration, anger, humiliation, betrayal, and feelings of being victimized.
O – Opium * or Papaver is for feelings of fear, anxiety, and lack of initiative.
L – Lachesis is for guilt, shame, resentment (violations of trust) and jealousy.
It is important to note that by taking your emotional support dropper with “NSOL”, you won’t become numb or complacent to life; they don’t stop you from feeling the richness of life’s offerings. The height and breadth of feeling will remain intact. However, folks often tell us that they have better dominion and choice over how they want to act on those feelings after having the remedy at hand.
We also hear from our clients that the remedies have helped them to burn off much of the past grief, anger, fear, guilt, and resentment so that reacting to issues in the present feels more appropriate to the moment, instead of dredging up a myriad of unresolved content from their lives. Internally, they become more self-reliant and emotionally stable, an internal beacon to one’s own self. We know this ourselves to be true as NSOL offers a kind of liberty to be able to discern how we want to react in the present without all the historical baggage.
*Note: Just a reminder that no remedy has chemical residue from any of these bio-energetic remedies. If they were sent off to a chemist’s lab, they’d deem them “placebo.” We know that the high attenuations are actually effective, which speaks to the millions of patients worldwide seeking homeopathic treatment.
My hope is that this missive finds you well and enjoying the last weeks of summer.
Early morning fog burning off the Kennebecasis River
It finally warmed up and stopped raining here in Maritime Canada and we made it into the brackish waters of the Kennebecasis River for many swims. Building our Tiny House and clearing our land of many fallen trees and brush has been a big job. You should see us working together with the chainsaw and axe to get our Fall/Spring supply of wood to cut and dried before the season. We’re both much fitter and leaner from all the physical work!
Casa Pequeña both inside and out
We’re expecting six loads of clean fill in the next few weeks in order to start working on leveling the hill that we’re on for our food forest. We’ve already got some raspberry bushes, lavender, mint and wild roses planted. I’m (Ally) in seventh heaven with being able to craft my own land into a rejuvenating ecosystem. The plan is to have enough flowering plants and fruit trees in order to sustain a number of hives of bees. It’s a work in progress and we’re learning much about permaculture principles.
This week, the solar array is being installed. We’ve been doing most of the work ourselves with the help of our friends, however, we’ve found an electrician who works with her carpenter husband to get the solar panels mounted on the roof and the battery, charger and inverter installed.
The view looking up from the Kennebecasis towards our densely treed property
We’ll be putting in the 120 amp wiring ourselves as our friend, Marla, worked for Bell Canada in Toronto and wired houses and offices with fibre-op for decades. Thankfully Diane is keeping the front lines at Arcanum in toe as we’ve literally been jumping in our clinic seats after a quick hosing off in the shower!
We’re pretty excited as later this month, our children are coming for a visit with their partners. It’s been 3 years since were all together and we can not wait to spend the week together. There will be a good ol’ lobster boil, bonfires and sausage roasts for sure!
We’re heading up to the Tiny House for the evening. Jeff has promised to play his classical guitar for me as the sun goes down. Life is so good!
Contemplation or meditation is about developing the sight of God. It can’t be termed anything else. When we speak of “seeing” as a bodily organ, we are more often alluding to perception or proprioception, discerning the essence of a thing.
When I looked at the sunset in this image , above, I heard the sound of the waves and felt my bare feet in the black volcanic sand. I aimed my camera west at the cascading light of the mountains that surrounded Puerto Vallarta. I also felt culture shock. The image brings back that feeling of thawing from the cold, wet, rain of the west. I drove thousands of kilometres to arrive at the taking of this image that thawed my feelings of shock. When I put on my proprioceptive goggles, I might have discerned some feelings of grief and fear that were in me and in the image. You might relate to that image similarly, sensing my mood at the time or perhaps conjuring up a time when you felt similar feelings.
Vision or being “sighted” has so much less to do with “seeing” than it does with an epistemological event swathed with feelings that are soaked with impressions (feelings, functions and sensations) sourced both from inside and outside our bodies. Reality, as it lives in me, and in you, can be subjective (as in Kantian terms.) We can actually begin to develop an objective science of sight, so to speak, and render those sensed impressions into to a science of spirit: Rudolf Steiner’s epistemology.
In essence, this is the arm of Heilkunst; termed Anthroposophical Science; or the study of man. When we achieve unicity between God and man through our“soul seeing,” we can begin to sort out what is a function of disease and what is health. We can see or more accurately apperceive, discern and diagnose, based on certain qualities of feelings, functions and sensations (the Physician’s response)- trusting more in our inner soul’s function to “see” and apprehend phenomena.
This is why, as Heilkünstlers, we have no issues working with patients by phone. Our organs have been honed over the last twenty years to be able to “see” with all our faculties – not just with our eyes. A change in tone, a sudden in breath, a pause, or even a swallow inserted at the right time will enable us to perceive what we can not see. It feels like a transcendental meditation, adopting the spiritual sight, a departure from ordinary cognition.
In essence, your soul wants my soul to obtain the truth about you, so that you can be whole. It reaches out to me through nuances in symptoms so refined at times that you may not even be consciously aware of them . The soul is entirely intact, and it’s job is to push discrepancies out into our midst so they can be fully apprehended – their meaning sucked clean from the bone and annihilated. For us, this is the functional nature of the “seeing” phenomena for proper discernment.
Rudolf Steiner states, “Just as in the body, eye and ear develop as organs of perception, as senses for bodily processes, so does a man develop in himself soul and spiritual organs of perception through which the soul and spiritual worlds are opened to him. For those who do not have such higher senses, these worlds are dark and silent, just as the bodily world is dark and silent for a being without eyes and ears.”
In this month’s articles, we speak about eyes and the meaning behind the “ocular” block as per Dr. Wilhelm Reich. Why don’t you take a look and see if you can wholly apprehend the phenomena around the meaning behind “pink eye” and why we don’t always use our eyes to “see” – when we are trying to avoid engaging with something in our lives.
This month we’re talking about what is rejuvenating to us as far as lifestyle goes. When I was still suffering lots of my own illnesses, I had the belief that I had to have a house, a mortgage, leave my kids in daycare, drive to work in traffic, work several hours a day (including over-time), drive home, pick up the kids, make dinner and go to bed.
It is true that back then, I hated my life. I hated the tax on my capacity to be creative and spontaneous. I had limiting belief that I was stuck, with no options, or risk starvation and the bank calling me if I forfeit on mortgage payments. It was soul destroying.
Lots of folks I know can pull it off, but as I got healthier, I realized that I was not one of them. I had to find a better way. I began to look for work where I could craft my own hours and work from home. I refashioned my resumé to become a financial consultant and for a time, I felt better. However, over a couple more years, that old feeling that it was not enough welled up again.
When I hit my third round of Genetic Miasms left the government, a stale marriage, and took on the Registrar position in the newly formed Hahnemann College for Heilkunst and Homeopathy. I started my four year training as a Heilkunst Practitioner and began writing my first book. This model felt more congruent as I figured out a much more sustainable ethical center for myself.
As time marched on, I became a Practitioner, the kids started going to Waldorf and I fell in love with my soul’s mate, Jeff Korentayer. I loved treating patients, writing books and living on our farm. It was all really hard work, however, I fell into bed at night knowing that I was truly contributing to other’s lives in a meaningful way.
Now, with my kids in pursuit of fulfilling their own desires, and our international practice while also living as digital nomads, I’m truly loving my minimal and rejuvenating lifestyle. I’m learning what it feels like to play again, study the stuff I’m really interested in — like Heilkunst Medicine, Art and Photography, natural building and permaculture.
I find that the more healthy I am, the more rejuvenating my life becomes. Gone are many of the limiting beliefs of 25 years ago. This way of being isn’t just sustaining me, it gives back in patient success stories, photojournalism articles I’m paid for, and the books I write and sell on Amazon. This model of natural living enables me to not just meet my goals but actually thrive. My hope for you is that you give yourself permission to fully self-actualize in your consciously crafted life too.
I’m not really one for New Year’s resolutions. I don’t even start new protocols on a Monday after I realized years ago that I was setting myself up for failure if starting something new with a bang. My resonance organs dictate a mindfulness in motion that begs me to be accountable to myself each and every day; self-love is a continually evolving gesture of self-honour and self-care.
After sitting for three days a week in clinic I typically feel compelled to go on a mini-pilgrimage, usually this takes form as a good 10-12 km romp into the town or hills where I live… and my step counter will show about 17,000 steps by the end of the day. Jeff and I generally enjoy the same jaunt together on the weekend. During the week, I tend to engage in an hour of something each day; I love swimming, hiking the cobbled streets where we live, taking photographs, and enjoying an hour of yoga twice a week to ensure I’m maintaining upper body strength.
I do not love plank poses, although I do love the way they make me feel when I’m regularly engaged with my practice. A thirty minute daily meditation also is part of my regular regimen. You may ask how I find the time… well, it has taken me twenty years to unhook from a life of obligation and now my health soars, with few supplements, by allowing my spirit to be free of living totally out of obligation. A decade ago, my goal was to craft a life that I no longer felt I needed a vacation from, and this goal has most definitely been achieved!
I will take Vitamin D3 in the winter months only if I’m getting insufficient sunlight, although for the last two years we’ve lived in Mexico in winter, so I don’t bother much with this anymore. If I notice any thyroid challenges, I’ll take kelp and nascent iodine to help on those occasions. I also take zinc periodically, as well as some greens powder (spirulina/chlorella). I drink 2-3 litres of spring water a day which helps to keep me feeling clear, calm, and restored. I’ve always been a very thirsty constitutional type and so drinking a lot, especially in the mornings, really helps to set me right for the remainder of the day.
Mostly I eat quite scantily, fasting a couple days a week for most of the day; as I get into my more “senior” years I find that this approach helps keep my mind and body running optimally. At this high altitude of seven thousand feet above sea level, I sleep hard and soundly given the lower oxygen levels, and seven to eight hours a night without waking is beyond restorative to me. The less I eat, the better I sleep!
Being happy and in love with my partner and my life help a lot. We enjoy great recreation such as attending the orchestra, travelling with friends to a spa or organic farm in the country, or just lying around and reading. Having tea and discussing art, photography, principles or the concepts of Heilkunst enthuse me no end and it’s great that I get to do this with Jeff. I’m also adored, nurtured and well loved on, and kissed thoroughly with intent every day. I wish every human being benefitted from this much loving and fulfillment.
Lastly, I’m rocking what I’m ordained to be. I used to wake with whole poems in my head as a child. I’ve always loved to write and it is a big part of who I am and the vehicle I use to serve others by crafting books in natural medicine and Heilkunst. I’ve also always been profoundly intuitive and so I use these skills to diagnose my patient’s deeper issues, and then use my knowledge and compassion to help them get to where they’d like to go with regard to the resolution of their chronic ills.
Jeff and I both love hearing your monthly impressions as you work through the tangle of your challenges and wins each month. It is a living model of rejuvenation similar to a fever event, when your child speaks for the first time as they shed the Autism diagnosis. You might now be able to imagine what it means when a patient tells us that she has found the love of her life as a result of going through this system of medicine, and that she no longer suffers chronic fatigue because she also let go of that gnarly day job where her creativity was suppressed.
It is our resolution to be healthy enough to continue to support you in the ways that you expect, exacting the healing and curing principles of Heilkunst Medicine to the very best of our abilities. We love serving you and it means so much to us that you keep coming back monthly and also refer your friends and family. Our hearts are filled with purpose and meaning because of you.
Contained in your Emotional Support Dropper is a combination of homeopathic remedies we call “NSOL.” These letters stand for Natrum Muriaticum (grief), Staphysagria (anger), Opium (fear) and Lachesis (guilt). Opium is derived from the papaver poppy and, like all homeopathics, it in no way contains any of its crude source by the time we prescribe it. All homeopathic rx from Arcanum Wholistic Clinic are above “Avogadro’s Law” meaning that the rx is so highly diluted that chemical science would categorize it as placebo.
As we know, our medical provings are derived from observing someone who has taken a drug in crude form. For example, we’ve studied those who have taken opiates (known as laudanum several decades ago) for extended periods of time, and patients will share with us the effects of post-surgery painkillers like OxyContin, Percocet and methadone. The most active substance in opium is morphine, named after Morpheus, the Greek god of dreams.
A great image that helps to discern the Opium state of mind is that of the Chinese opium den back at the turn of the last century or two, and even earlier to ancient Sumeria where it was considered “the plant of joy.” There have been many rumors that the character Sherlock Holmes was addicted to crude opium and that British author Thomas De Quincey partook, naming it “the celestial drug.” Also, Homer’s Odyssey involved sussing out ‘nepenthe,’ a medicine derived from alcohol and the papaver poppy.
In homeopathic medicine, Opium is the quintessential remedy for curing pervasive fear. Dr. Henry Clarke describes the state of mind in his three-volume set of Materia Medica as at first being very excitable and then succumbing to a dream-like stupor:
Carelessness, or great anxiety and uneasiness.–Inconstancy and fickleness.–Strong tendency to take alarm, and timorous character.–Rash and inconsiderate boldness.–Tranquillity of mind, with agreeable reveries, and forgetfulness of sufferings.–Stupidity and imbecility.–Loss of consciousness.–Great flow of ideas, with gaiety and a disposition to indulge in sublime and profound reflections.–Vivid imagination, exaltation of the mind, increased courage, with stupefaction and dullness.–Very easy comprehension.–Illusions of the imagination.–Mania, with fantastical or fixed ideas; patient believes, contrary to fact, that he is not at home.–Delirium with frightful visions, of mice, scorpions, &c., and with desire to run away.–Mendacity.–Rambling speech.–Loquacious delirium, with open eyes and red face; furious delirium.–Fright with fear; is followed by heat in the head and convulsions.–Grief over insults is followed by convulsions.–Drunkenness with stupor as from smoke on the brain; eyes burning, hot and dry.
About six years ago, we treated a fellow who worked for the local hydro company. He was coming home late one night in his truck, it was foggy, rainy and turning to sleet. In the fresh snow that had accumulated during the day, he noticed the relatively fresh tire tracks of a car that had gone off the road and slid into a ditch down a fairly steep embankment. When he reached the vehicle he found a woman still belted in the front seat; pulling her from the wreckage, he checked for a pulse, called 911 and started CPR. My patient soon realised there was no hope, but continued trying to resuscitate her until the paramedics arrived. When he came to see me, he was in an Opium state and his wife confirmed that he kept having bad dreams and worries of finding others in a similar state at the side of the road. He was still in a state of shock, cycling through fight/flight. He cited that he felt numb to it all.
I’ve served women who have been in an Opium-like state for many years after suffering some form of emotional, physical or sexual abuse. They have trouble with memory, feel somewhat lost and just can’t seem to fully actualize themselves due to this overwhelming pervasive fear and delirium. If you look at the eyes of many women coming from terror-filled countries where rape by oppressors was (and still is) an instrument of terrorized suppression, you will look into their deadened and staring eyes. There is no worse crime for a woman, with death often being preferable.
“Women and children at the health post of the Sam Ouandja refugee camp” by hdptcar
Dr. Clarke describes the eyes of a person in an opium state suffering chronic fear as:
Eyelids hanging, as if paralysed.–Sensation as if eyeballs were too large.–Eyes red, inflamed.–Quivering of eyes and lids.–Eyes half open and are turned upwards.–Staring look.–Swelling of lower lids.–Eyes fixed, half closed, convulsed, prominent, glassy.–Pupils dilated (insensible to light), and immovable.–Pupils contracted.–Cloudiness of sight.–Sensation of dust in eyes.–Scintillations before eyes.
Years ago, one of my patients had served in Afghanistan in the U.S. army (details changed to protect his identity) and was extremely traumatized by the constant threat of landmines which could explode at any moment. He had also witnessed a close friend succumbing to such a catastrophic fate. When he came to work with me, he was smoking a lot of cannabis, and teaching yoga and meditation as this was the only viable thing he’d found to curtail reliving the shocks and terrors of his experience, courtesy of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). He was in such a reverie that he described it as feeling in a stupor 24/7.
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When we clear this type of trauma on a patient’s timeline, they will describe many strange dreams as being part of the healing reaction. I’ve had patients say that that mid-month after taking the remedy, at the twelve to fifteen day mark, they’ve had vivid dreams of being abducted by aliens, seeing malevolent spirits, being involved in an horrific accident, feeling a presence in their midst…just to have it all disappear by the twenty-eighth day and be replaced with restored clarity of mind.
Humans are not the only beings to suffer such atrocities producing a chronic fear state. Years ago, we rescued a twenty seven year old horse named “Teddy.” He was such an aged Appaloosa that he’d turned completely white, having lost all his characteristic spots. He’d worked all his life in both Western and English barns for children, and was both bit (mouth led) and neck reined (neck led on opposite rein). He wasn’t the horse that we wanted; we were actually buying a young two-year old mare named Baby to train up for my daughter, Adie. The problem was that Teddy and Baby were inseparable and the owner pulled at our heart strings asking that we take both of them. We agreed.
However, shortly after Teddy joined our farm of thirty-six animals, I noticed that he had a persistent film over his eyes, like cobwebs, that I was constantly cleaning out. He also had that characteristic staring-off look with dark congealed tears weeping from the left eye more so than the right. His lids seemed kind of wrinkled over his blue-brown eyes.
I gave old Teddy a drop of Opium 30CH and watched him completely perk up. It was amazing! In fact, Baby proved way too fiery for my daughter so when her horse turned three we hired a trainer for Baby, and Adie learned to ride on Teddy, using the Alexander Technique and no bridle, instead employing just the subtlest of body movements. Teddy learned this whole new approach to riding without a hitch in his elderly step!
My hope is that you have a better idea of what induces an Opium state in yourself or a loved one. I’m going to list a number of events below that we’ve treated in our patients that may be of further assistance as you discern the type of events that can engender a chronic Opium state:
Car accident, ski accident or any near miss with or without bodily injury
Bad news like a death in the family or loss of a dear friend
Shocking event like seeing someone badly injured
Participating in a war
Seeing someone raped
Living in an area with a high rate of crime
Watching the news
Being harmed or abused
Seeing an animal harmed or abused
Watching a horror film
Folks more likely to be in a chronic Opium state, that we’ve successfully treated:
Paramedics, firefighters and first responders
Red Cross volunteer
Emergency Room nurse or doctor
Parents who have suffered a stillbirth, especially the mother
A child prone to nightmares/night terrors
A parent whose child is diagnosed with autism, cancer, MS or other debilitating condition
Being diagnosed with a challenging condition
A victim of war crimes, shootings or bombings
A person who has survived living in a ghetto with a high rate of crime