Even language, thoughts, emotions, conform to the same laws and produce similar patterns. One of the most striking examples of this likeness are the immaterial individualities produced by potentizing material substances. Here we have a science of production and an art of application of similars that affords opportunity for the most discriminating and extended perception and intelligence. I think I have said enough to suggest that homoeopathy is a mental and vital science and art, not a material and mechanical art.
Do not the material experimentalists, alias the modern medical scientists, understand that homoeopathy rests on stable principles? That the principles extend into the creative, immaterial world and that our use of them is therefore creative medicine? Can even the wily phagocyte digest a healthy specimen of natural law? Probably an effect may sometimes gulp down a cause, but such instances are not very common. Why, gentlemen ! when “Modern Medical Science” looks a natural law squarely in the eye it shrivels up as Charlie Chaplins grizzly bear tragically collapsed into a parlor rug when he tapped it with his cane.
I have used the term creative medicine. How easy it is to slide over words without realizing their depth of import. Words are too often used as a convenient bridge to carry ones vision or desires from one familiar point to another without thought of the depths beneath or the possibilities above. Creative medicine ! Does not the poet, the musician, the artist reach heights of vision and depths of emotion from which are expressed harmoniously and beautifully the ecstasy of exaltation of anguish? What is this deep well of being which is somehow compounded with and a part of each self upon which is formed the crust of conscious life ?.
That we cannot know. But we do know that the spirit of man is greater than clay, that even in this pushing, pulsating, sentient suspension called life man may find depths and heights beyond his little residual self, and bring from their energy that which quickens conscious life and enlightens its outlook. It is not mere shuffling of horizontal material, but the range of consciousness from surface to depths or heights that make any art creative.
We may expand this range by sincerity, concentration and independent thought. It is a favorite exclamation of a friend that “we do not know the limits of what homoeopathy may do;” and this friend has a penetrating insight as to what the patients life is, and a deep and fine idea as to what the similimum is.
Creative medicine, then, reaches into and works in the very springs of life. With all just regard for those who with sincerity and persistence have made surface discoveries, inventions and manipulations, we content that this homoeopathic work is more radical and far reaching in its effects. Because if one only works on the surface he will have only surface results or deleterious results.
Samuel Hahnemann, on the contrary, discerned definite and comprehensive principles of vital and medicinal action, built up a system of applying them with direct and specific effect and reared a therapeutic edifice of monumental proportions and permanency– truly, one of the most remarkable achievements of man. Besides being a great achievement in itself there was a stupendous streak of good luck in it for humanity.
Though medical and surgical force and futility still unwittingly cast shadows of disappointment and despair over masses of humanity, yet there are rifts of light in the clouds which shall not be closed in the present round of human existence; not until evolution itself withers and recedes. Homoeopathic organizations may die a more or less well deserved death. But homoeopathy will not die because it is not the more product of a season, or artifice from the hand of man.
It is an elemental and living projection of evolution itself.
Born in Torrington, Litchfield, Connecticut, USA on 20 Oct 1871 to Royal Edmund Hayes and Harriet E Merriman. He had at least 4 sons and 1 daughter with Miriam Martha Phillips. He lived in Torrington, Litchfield, Connecticut, United States in 1880. He died on 20 July 1952, in Waterbury, New Haven, Connecticut, United States, at the age of 80, and was buried in Waterbury, New Haven, Connecticut, United States.