IF we consider the vast number of people we know, and know of, who acknowledge day by day that they are anything but fit, and require “healing”, it would appear that they have learnt “How not to do it” to perfection. The strange thing about it is, however, that the majority appear unconscious of the fact that they have ever done anything to either deserve or bring about their ill health, or that it is possible for them to do anything themselves to assist or prevent Nature in doing the healing.
If it is a cold they happen to have “caught it through getting wet”. If lumbago, ” it came on through stooping to lace up their shoes”. If rheumatic fever, it was “the damp bed they slept in”. If indigestion, “the cooking was at fault”. If constipation is the trouble they cannot understand it for they have “eaten nothing to bring it about.” The cause of their ill health appears to be as little to do with themselves as the fact that the temperature we had on a certain day recently was more like that of mid- summer than mid-winter.
All this provides the necessary conditions to make self-healing impossible. There is only one way of obtaining anything that is worth having in this world, and that is to want and strive after that particular thing. If it is considered that good health is worth striving for, this is the goal at which we must aim. If we think otherwise we have license (usually mistaken for liberty) to do anything and everything detrimental to health, and that will make self-healing impossible.
A very good way to make it impossible to “Heal Thyself” is to create all kinds of unnatural desires that “one cannot live without” and then spend ones life trying to satisfy the desires thus created. The smoking habit provides a good illustration. We first have to create the habit that may eventually enslave us. The nearest the writer ever got to the first step was at school, at about the age of ten years.
None of us boys had the money to buy tobacco so we tried smoking elm root. I got my tongue burnt and I have never had any inclination or desire to smoke since. The torture I have since seen others suffer through being minus a match, and the ill health smoking has brought to many,is sufficient, it would appear, to convince any non- smoker that to “Heal Thyself” is not made easy by smoking.
I came on contact with a man recently who would be much better if he left the drink alone. He wished to know how he could become fit, and said he had paid a lot of money to a Homoeopathic Physician but he was worse rather than better. I pointed out to him that it was not always the physician who was to blame for such results. His reply was, “Well, you recommend Homoeopathy dont you ?” My reply was, “I am convinced it would be beneficial to you if you would practise it.”
“In what way can minute Homoeopathic quantities of medicine do me any good?” he enquired. My reply was, “Well, you like brandy and water, dont you, and you think it is a good medicine?” He was straight- forward enough to admit he was fond of it, and other spirits also. My recommendation was to treat them all alike. “Your mistake in the past has been in the mixing”, I said.
“In future you should take one thimbleful of brandy, whisky or any spirit you like, and mix it with a bucket of water. Drink as much as you like between meals, drink nothing besides and it will do more that all else to enable you to Heal Thyself” Needless to say he preferred to continue in the way “how not to do it.”.
I found one way “how not to do it” many years ago. A motor accident in which I got damaged more or less from head to heel, resulted in my finding myself in hospital. The doctor then found I had a heart which proved to be a weak spot still, although I thought it had been made into one of the strongest links in a non-troublesome body twenty-five years earlier. Under the new conditions, however, the doctors found that it was still a weak spot.
They considered that brandy and champagne would provide the necessary stimulant to remedy matters, but as the patient held a different opinion, and results proved he was right, strong black coffee was accepted as a compromise, but as this proved but very little, if any, better, all such things were abandoned together with white bread and tea, which appeared to be considered the staple food for all patients alike.
As the doctors found they had a very stubborn and troublesome patient to deal with, he was soon given permission to look after his own stomach, with the result that he had fresh fruit in the form of ripe black grapes brought daily into the hospital, which he was informed by the nurses was against all rules and regulations. This fruit, however, provided him with all the solid and liquid food he desired as long as he was kept in the hospital where he felt there was only one thing to do, viz. die — under such depressing conditions.