Day 10-11 Ayurvedic India: The messenger pulse diagnosis meeting Einstein ( Part 3-last part)

IMG-20140216-00767_Fotor It has been a bit of a D-tour to get you here ( I had to post part 1: to get you ready for the topic. Remember the staring story?and part 2: to get you to the next level, click on the numbers if you did not read them yet and have some spare minutes), but finally today we are going to put the Messenger Pulse to the test.

I heard about this MP technic from patients in the waiting room at the clinic. The place, if you ever consider to go to the Raju Clinic, where you hear about all ins and out of mind blowing Ayurvedic India. It is something key to do when you are there, cause what is so obvious Indians, for us totally sounds from another planet.

Back to the waiting room. The vaidya called me in and checked my pulse ( just like the other times when he discovered already crazy things about myself). Till this far it was a ” Been there, Done that”

I was now ready for the Deus Ex Machina, the topping on the ice cake of all pulse checks. He would now via my pulse get into contact with someone on an other continent ( If you feel a strong disbelief coming up, you must not have read part 1 that I wrote just for the disbelievers. Click and come back later)

At first I had my own disbelief moment myself, but “seeing is believing” so here I was. The Vaidya would check out the health of 2 of my friends that were in Europe. He asked me to bring pictures and a good rested mood ( this is why after the Dementor night I could not do it and had to postpone).

The pictures needed to be: 1. one frontal of the whole body 2. one from the side and 3. close up of the face.

The person on the picture should wear only underwear or bikini ( bear in mind you are being checked by an Indian doctor, so skip for the occasion your favourite Brazilian string, but be there more in your warm and cosy Marks and Spencer/Hema/Wall Mart set that you only wear when alone or want to get divorced)

I did not reveal anything about the person and showed him the pictures. The vaidya asked me to close my eyes and think profoundly of this person while he was holding my pulse. What he told me about that person was on the spot. But a vicious voice inside me said: “Come on! You can see clearly it is an older person and look at the hands…the odds he had arthritis were simply a matter of mathematics”.

I hoped the vaidya did not feel my vicious voice through my pulse. But I had to confess that for my next friend I was even more curious what he would say. This person was young,totally in shape and may I say HOT. No diseases nothing to guess from a picture. But just few weeks before, he had been recovered with heart problems at the emergency department.

Again here, the same procedure and again the diagnosis was astonishing. He not only identified that there was something with his heart. But, as if he was teaching me an universal lesson, he topped up saying there was something with his neck. Something, from a long time ago, like if he got hit. He said  that the person involved was actually neglecting it too much.He should get physiotherapy.

I totally forgot, but indeed this person once got hit with a baseball in his neck when he was kidnapped a dozen of years ago and was constantly complaining about his necks, but not doing much about it.

Of course all this is very astonishing. But what was more astonishing was that I came to understand something that took me 41 years to get there. The simple words below that seemed till yesterday “just nice”, today were there as magical words to help me understand something so simple, so simple I overlooked it.

a26171a447ec4a3da7711c40fd1dad7f The fact that a simply thought of something (or somebody) could influence my body, to an extent that it is capable of giving signals over such big reach and going back in time, was to say the least ,shocking and a true wake up call for me. ( better late then never)

If a simple thought of a few seconds could do this. What had decades of hammering of my own life motto” what does not kills you makes you stronger” and “I am the owner of my own destiny”  done to my body all that time then?

I had hung deeply on my two beliefs. They have brought me so far, made “impossible things possible” and showed me the world.  But although it brought me somewhere, it came with a price. I, together with my body, we were exhausted and I was questioning if I should start to give up on my biggest dream.

Perhaps what I was going through had nothing to do with “giving up”. Maybe it was just a simple result of the message my mind was giving to my body and as a ripple effect to the universe as a whole. The message was out there and so they kept their ” universal” doors closed ,at my own request, and they said: “Mrs “This is My life”, just like the song of Shirley Bassey, was going to going to do it her own way, so be it.”

The fact that I was getting so tired, likely had nothing to do with the end of my capacities or strength but was merely a result of years and years of swimming against the stream. Who would not get tired?

The penny dropped here today, in India with the pulse diagnosis. I just had to relax, like with the pulse diagnosis, think profoundly of what I wanted without doing or trying anything else, trusting things have their own ways beyond my understanding…..and allow somebody (be it the Vaidya, the universe, God or Einstein’s energy) to open gates for miracles to happen, change my body and my life into true happy matters…Einstein’s theory E=MC2 ( energy becomes matter) meeting Ayurvedic Pulse diagnosis.

So this weekend re-check which motto of life you are actually living by and rethink twice what your true wish is in life. Be careful what you wish for it might become true, give energy to the right matter, E=MC2…tattoo it on your pulse ASAP! 032c729e1dbb7564ff969cc89dcbe780 For myself, from now on, I was going to float in this river and see where the  streaming would bring me. For sure much further than where I got till this far. 1b6b8448159a699b406ad8e14defda73

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