March 11, 2014

Recovering Know It All

There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
- Hamlet (1.5.167-8), Hamlet to Horatio 


I am a recovering "know it all." I became afflicted with this around my 16th birthday when I suddenly decided my parents didn't have a clue. It lasted right up till the time my own children decided that I didn't have a clue. Karma can be cruel!


With the above quote in mind, I want to tell you about someone who, at one time, would never have fit into "my philosophy." (The older I get the more fluid my philosophy becomes.)

There was a time when I believed that "western medicine" was the only real treatment option and that those poor souls, who were not born in a place where it was practiced, were sadly unfortunate. Those days are happily behind me. I'm finally old enough to be comfortable with knowing that I don't know everything. Instead, I've become ignorance on fire with the world as my laboratory.

Western Medicine knows some things, but even they will be the first to tell you they don't know everything.  It's been my experience that what western medicine knows best is how to prescribe pharmaceuticals to treat a myriad of symptoms and as one doctor pointed out  "None of them are without possible side effects." 

Another medical doctor offered this:  "Everything is considered a clinical trial. We try one thing and if that doesn't work, then we try something else. That's why it's called practicing medicine." 

My grandmother was fond of saying "There's more than one way to skin a cat!" (Why anyone would want to skin a cat was never discussed) and so it goes with treating ailments.

Over the years I've had great experience with chiropractic, "old wives tales," essential oils, and homeopathy, for handling a variety of discomforts. I even got rid of gallstones without surgery...but that's another tale altogether.

Today I want to introduce you to a man named Clyde. Clyde has a gift for "discerning" medical conditions and offering natural remedies. Hooey you might say...and at one time I would have agreed.


If you met Clyde on the street, you would be mostly unimpressed.  He's a humble man without an ounce of pretense.  He's small in stature with a quick smile and eyes that  sparkle.  He has a quick wit and a way of putting you instantly at ease.  

Along with intuition, Clyde uses kinesiology to help locate the physical malady that lies at the cause of the symptoms and treats that cause to eliminate the symptoms. It's SPOOKY sometimes how he can tell what someone has been suffering from with without a word having been uttered about it. Last week I called him on the phone to tell him I wasn't feeling quite myself. 

He told me "You have a cold."  I replied "But I'm not coughing, sneezing, or feeling like I have a cold."  He answered..."Well, I can't help that, you still have a cold. Start taking Elderberry right now."  

Within 8 hours all the cold symptoms hit like a ton of bricks. 

There is no doubt in my mind that Clyde is a gifted healer. I've taken too many people and seen too much to believe otherwise, but I'm not writing about Clyde today to extoll his methods over another - and I'm especially not writing to convince any non believers to believe. 

I'm writing out of gratitude.  I'm grateful for Clyde and the way he's dedicated his life to helping those who can't find relief from "main stream" medicine.  But what I'm even more grateful for is the way my mind has cracked wide open to allow space for new ideas, points of view, and experiences. I believe we really stop living when we come to believe we can no longer learn anything more.

Life is so much more exciting now that I've given up the notion of "knowing it all" There's amazement around every corner!



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