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healers digest

Hi Walt. I got an email yesterday from a friend who tells me that she
has now decided she has LGS. Her first bout with symptoms, some
years ago, led her to this possible conclusion, and also led her off on
the same sort of journey many of us who have been to this board
have undergone. In the tradition of the “taking control of your own
health” direction you have always supported, she decided leave the
LGS trail and go out on her own. After many dead ends and wallet
manipulations, she is back on LGS’s doorstep.

So it is that I am sitting in my air conditioned hideaway looking out
across our beautiful valley and musing on my own journey which
began with my first visit to the board, a journey that continues to
lead me to surprising places. There is a dose of profundity in the
saying you hear once in awhile about disease being a gift.
Something about healing leading to truths.

And who’s the helpful culprit here? The gut, of course!  There are so
many gut metaphors.  Their sheer number points to the basic
importance of the digestive system to the whole physical plant called
body, and eventually to that other thing called soul.

The digestive tract is the mother of symptoms and emotions, and an
inevitable fatality to the lack of presence in a life, a lack that is a
major overlooked cause and effect of damaged digestion.  Examine
the word digest (dictionary/thesaurus) and see a whole new round of
existential metaphors.

LGS has multiple causes, not the least of which is over-taxation of
the sensing function (including the bullshit detector), and failure to
listen to what the gut is saying. LGS also has multiple treatments,
not the least of which is mountains of supplements, which may be
helpful, but do not address the basic toxicity of “presence”
deprivation.

SR, by whatever name, has a healing physiological effect, to be sure,
and if carried out successfully, and invoked in the waking state, the
result may also increase awareness, most especially as to the ways
of the mind.

What a piece of work is mind, and pity all the habits and destiny-
creating actions that originate in a mind that has wandered from
presence.  The mind itself has no heart, no presence.  When brought
to presence, the mind loses its sneaky control of actions and falls
into the truthful hands of awareness where it melds with heart (also
a scoundrel when removed from presence), to reveal beauty that has
been there all the time, and promote some sort of habit-breaking
awareness that heals sub-materially. That sounds so gnu-age.

This is what my mind has to say as I sit here munching cold, crunchy
cherries and grapes and commit my words here via the miraculous
Internet. And once again I arrive at the wonder of the healing
possibilities of the Internet.