DISCUSSIONS OF THE THEORY AND PRINCIPLES OF HOMOEOTHERAPEUTICS AND RELATED MEDICAL TOPICS


These experiences brought me gradually to the realization that the poet Longfellow was right when he sand, “There is no death! What seems so is transition”; that the current, morbid idea of death is a figment of mans perverted imagination grounded in ignorance and fear; that in truth, as St. Paul said, “Christ has abolished death and brought life and immortality to light.


THE SUPREME MOMENT.

Be still Dear Heart and rest;

It is not death, but Birth

Into that larger life

That frees the soul from earth.

The air is purer there,

Perfumed with odors rare;

So sweet and rich, at first,

That one must breathe with care.

Be still Sweetheart and learn;

The lesson will be brief:

Our loved ones help, and soon

Will come Divine relief.

With vision clarified

And ears attuned to joy.

New scenes will meet the eye,

Now tasks the hand employ.

Fear not Beloved, wait;

I hold your hand and pray,

Resigning you to Him –

The Truth, the Life, the Way.

S.C.

The appearance of serious poetry in a medical magazine is unusual, of course, but it is hoped that none of my readers will be unable to rally from the shock of this unconventional procedure, since there are certain phases of the subject which lend themselves naturally to poetic expression and cannot as adequately be expressed, at least by me, in any other literary form.

Mrs. Sherrill reminiscently, but without indicating the source of her main idea, bravely touched upon a subject which is commonly neglected or avoided by medical writers. Beyond exercising their peculiar and exclusive prerogative of writing death certificates and signing autopsy reports, which, however important they may be, do not require any extraordinary degree of literary ability, doctors are, for the most, silent on the subject. The crowning event of life, “The Great Adventure,” is shunned, camouflaged, kept in the background, or alluded to only covertly.

Death, an event which inevitably comes to all, is subject to a “Conspiracy of Silence.” Little or no attempt is made to see or understand what death really is, how it fits into the general scheme of things, nor what its purpose is. As a process it is commonly viewed only from the mechanical or pathological side. The physiology of death has received scant notice from medical men. Its psychological and spiritual phases have been left to the clergy. From them, varying according to their theological bias and prepossessions, most of us have received our more or less nebulous ideas about death.

It is not to be denied that we are greatly indebted to the clergy for, in spite of their differences, some of them perceived that there is something beneficent about death, and that it may be, after all, a part of the Divine Plan of the Universe, fulfiling an infinitely wise, loving and constructive purpose. Generally, death is regarded as alien to God, and man, an interloper and enemy to be fought “to the last ditch”.

It is from the poets, philosophers, prophets and seers of all ages, that we have received the highest and clearest insight into the mystery of death. They have spoken of what has been revealed to them spiritually in moments of high inspiration. To them have been accorded glimpses behind the veil that hides from carnal eyes the glories of the spiritual world. It would seem, therefore, that death is a subject to which medical thinkers might well give their attention. Undoubtedly there is much which, if learned, might be of great practical value in modifying, correcting or improving medical and psychological treatment of the sick, and in bringing about a more rational and comfortable state of mind generally.

THE GREAT DELUSION

What is this Thing that men call Death –

Which flits across the path of life

In robes of solemn mystery –

This thing of fear and doubt and strife?

Is it a friend, disguised but true,

Who leads us on to realms of light?

Or is it what it grimly seems-

A deadly foe, to fear and fight?.

“A solemn, silent, soulless void,

A vacuum, perfect, unemployed.

No light, no sound, no motion there,

Bleak night, and darkness of despair.

Vibration, action, rhythm none,

No thought, no work nor action done.

All matter, energy and thought

Extinguished, quenched and brought to nought.

Inertia, equilibrium,

Negation, absolute and dumb”.

“And that,” they darkly say, “is Death!”

Who speak the word with bated breath.

By reason, faith and science know

That death is neither friend nor foe.

Tis but a name and nothing more,

A non-existent, viewless shore;

A nothingness conceived in thought,

A spectre which dull ear hath wrought.

Death hath no substance, power or place,

No form or shape in time or space.

Throughout the whole extent of space

There is no rest, nor any place

Where rhythmic motion is not found;

Yet death, they say, is rest profound!

The Ether, vibrant, luminous,

With space is all coterminous.

No space is left unoccupied,

There is no place for death to hide:.

NO energy is unemployed,

No particle can be destroyed.

Stuart Close
Stuart M. Close (1860-1929)
Dr. Close was born November 24, 1860 and came to study homeopathy after the death of his father in 1879. His mother remarried a homoeopathic physician who turned Close's interests from law to medicine.

His stepfather helped him study the Organon and he attended medical school in California for two years. Finishing his studies at New York Homeopathic College he graduated in 1885. Completing his homeopathic education. Close preceptored with B. Fincke and P. P. Wells.

Setting up practice in Brooklyn, Dr. Close went on to found the Brooklyn Homoeopathic Union in 1897. This group devoted itself to the study of pure Hahnemannian homeopathy.

In 1905 Dr. Close was elected president of the International Hahnemannian Association. He was also the editor of the Department of Homeopathic Philosophy for the Homeopathic Recorder. Dr. Close taught homeopathic philosophy at New York Homeopathic Medical College from 1909-1913.

Dr. Close's lectures at New York Homeopathic were first published in the Homeopathic Recorder and later formed the basis for his masterpiece on homeopathic philosophy, The Genius of Homeopathy.

Dr. Close passed away on June 26, 1929 after a full and productive career in homeopathy.