“Maharsi” (the great stage) Hahnemann is no more with us. Who will inform us of the come and go? Calamities come in train. Teufelsdroch, the inimitable associated of the philosopher Carlyle, is already transported to heaven. The news of passing by is a voluminous Bradshaw.
One information about the passing by s left by “Mahamati” (the great mind) Kent. Disease, usually speechless and of short hearing, found a language in symptoms which revealed to the face of the remedy. Through the action of the remedial impetus upon the vital field, the “Mahamati” observed much of the agitation, suggestiveness and rhythm of passing by. How many old friends- friends or foes I do not know exactly-in the garb of so many symptoms started to appear in the background.
Some only touched it and left in hesitating steps; some commenced shamelessly and unhesitatingly to give forth speech, ideas and discourse; others were startled at the shadow of their own lean shapes and quickly departed from the bounds of the disease picture. The “Mahamati ” said: “A storm of disorder is on the sweep, in the wake of remedial impetus; it will not last longer; in no time will arrive the opportune moment of peace and relief, when will flash up joy, hope and aspiration in the mind of the human being lashed with disease, while ease, relief and diminution of disease permeate his physique.
Order or disorder, I do not know, but what is shown here is the moving around of a complex of varied symptoms interlinked-a dance of shadows in witch-craft. How many come and how many go!”.
Another passing by was observed by “Mahapran” (the great soul) Hering, pursuing by was subtle suggestions of the “Maharsi.” That passing by is an unprecedented happening that goes to the fundamentals of the mystery of creation. Underneath this mystery lurks a desire-a will-for unfolding and development, a desire for the creative principle innate in the universe, for fruition in beauty of form, bliss, fragrance, rhythm and grace. This desire evolves into symbols and portraits. Whatever is a gift of Nature, whatever of it we experience and come in contact with, is a symbolic evolution of that desire.
The “Maharsi” observed in course of provings that the innate nature of a drug initiates in the flow of the vital principle a new surge, a new consciousness of varied existence, that seek to be embodied in the image of symptoms. So the manifestation of symptoms is from “IN TO OUT.” from mind to body, from the depth to the surface. “Mahapran” Hering observed the same process in the field of cure. So many latent, concealed and unseen symptoms are revealed by the urge, inspiration and secondary elaboration initiated by similar drugs. Symptoms on the way to cure, therefore, proceed outwards, towards the surface, from darkness to light, from the domain of the unmanifest to the manifest. But is that all?
At one end of creation is dawn, at another is dusk; one chapter of it is day, another is night; one side is white, the reverse is dark. It is the embrace of “Hari”, the dark complexioned God of preservation of the Universe and “Hara”, the white complexioned God of destructive forces in the Universe, it is the swinging together of “Krishna”, Lord “Hari” and “Radhika”, his consort, the Goddess of eternal love and celestial beauty, and the pivotal force for all creation. The desire that lurks in the womb of creation manifests itself in symbols, but terminates in removal, destruction and death. Those that come in the way of beauty of form, bliss, fragrance, rhythm and grace, go back the way they came as they recede.
The day merges into the night, hope falls to the dust at feet of disappointment, the dawn disappears behind the dust, “hari” and “Hara” unite in the fury of “Maheshwar”, Hara, who shows His fury in the final annihilation of the Universe, the death-dealer. The way to come along is the way to go back. The dust is to take life and life falls to the dusty gray path. It was precisely observed by the “Mahapran” that at the urge of medicine, the symptoms of disease go the way of destruction, in that they recede and go back the way they came.
Not only this, but in sequence, intensity, and duration they go back the way of their own developing. What is true collectively is so individually, and there is no exception to this rule. But how cruel it is that what has come last is to go first, what has come in the morning is to go in the evening. What a static, fixed principle of coming and going!.
The “Maharsi” lived long enough to see much of passing by-the coming and going of thousands of symptoms in the prover. The desire of the drug takes form in the shape of symptoms through the vital energy of the prover. so much of abstractions, sensations, sequences, order, disorder, concord, discord, sides, no-sides, time and no-time are embodied in symptoms. Two unending albums of orderly pictures we find in The Materia Medica Pura and The Chronic Diseases.
Limitless coming and going is observed by a physician who is a master in etiology and has the fortune to raise high the banner of success. His penetrating eyes discern at a glance where and how many are the ideas and figures in a crowd of patients. There is a successive flow of Calcarea, Nux Vomica, Lachesis, Lycopodium, Medorrhinum, Sulphur, Thuja, the Potassium. Tuberculinum and what not. How many living beings come and go, carrying a tradition, touch or cadence of so many varied times, seasons, ancestors, environments and disasters. Pictures of drugs are manifested in them.
There do flash, again, before his eyes a numberless train of intriguing pictures: storm-battered Aconite; bewildered Arsenic with pangs of separation felt in a limitless midsummer noon; Ignatia with suppressed grief; Conium with suppressed sex-desire; Staphysagria with reserved displeasure; insolent and miserly Lycopodium; loquacious Lachesis; Platina with a superiority complex; Syphilinum with terrors of night; oblivious Medorrhinum; brittle Thuja; wandering Tuberculinum and many others. Hundreds of figures of drugs peep out of every nook and corner of his mind. a shadow takes a tangible form and is seen to pass and by pass.
Those who are present today will depart tomorrow. This flowing world is moving in the rhythm of coming and going. Hippocrates, the first teacher of Homoeopathy, is not more with us. It is the same with “Maharsi” Hahnemann, the creator of Homoeopathy. All of the flock of great men, great in mind and heart, have departed, leaving behind only a massive heap of charred wood in a crematorium, as it were.
This thought saddens and benumbs us. Is the Homoeopathy that we do today the Homoeopathy of bygone days? It is only a regurgitation of the past and an effervescence in the whirlpool of the days gone by. But there is a hope in that rhythm of coming and going and a hope in the crystal-white torrents in the quick stream of Homoeopathy.
Those who are present today will depart tomorrow. This flowing world is moving in the rhythm of coming and going. Hippocrates, the first teacher of Homoeopathy, is no more with us. It is the same with “Maharsi” Hahnemann, the creator of Homoeopathy. All of the flock of great men, great in mind and heart, have departed, leaving behind only a massive heap of charred wood in a crematorium, as it were.
This thought saddens and benumbs in a crematorium, as it were. This thought saddens and benumbs us. Is the Homoeopathy that we do today the past and an effervescence in the whirlpool of the days gone by. But there is a hope in that rhythm of coming and going and a hope in the crystal-white torrents in the quick stream of Homoeopathy.
Disease is taking a zigzag course in the creation and assembly of newer and newer symptoms. It is running parallel to the continuous variations in thought, feeling, deeds, social conditions and environments of human life. But is the store of Mother Earth depleted? So many various drugs fall at her feet in the hope of development. But who will rouse their latent powers? Who will fulfil their aspirations? Who will apply a balm to the accumulated aches of mankind? “Maharsi”, it is ripe that we should remember you.
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