Stopping and Changing Direction
At what point along the road to health do we abandon a remedy protocol and try something new?
For vitiligo, the Banerji Protocols have been shown to alleviate this problem in a certain number of people, but it is generally a very long process with slow results. In musical terms, it might be called adagio adagio … that is, a snail’s pace.
But, when we look at something like eczema, now we see a pace of recovery that is often commensurate with the length of time the person has suffered from the problem. It’s often the pace of adagio, particularly in milder cases.
Here’s how it often fleshes out (pun intended). (more…)
One can’t help but notice that allopathic medicine has a distinct aversion to natural methods yet gets giddy over shiny new objects: a novel imitation food instead of breast milk, the up-to-the-minute new vaccine, the latest pain reliever. I call it magpie medicine. (more…)
Originally, I planned this to be a two-part series, but I discovered that it required more. My goal is to give you as much on this subject as possible; hence this is Part 2 of a three-part series.
Last week in Part 1, I wrote about the kind of results one should look for when using homeopathy to address acute situations, such as fever, otitis media, sore throat, bee stings, etc.
Acute problems are relatively straightforward compared with what to expect when dealing with chronic conditions.
Nonetheless, when using homeopathy for chronics, there are also signs along the road that we can look for to reassure us that we are on the correct path or to redirect us if we are on the wrong path. (more…)
I get asked a lot of questions that demonstrate beginners’ confusion about what kinds of results to expect when they start relying on homeopathic methods.
People want to know how long they ought to continue with a particular remedy, how many times to administer it, how to tell if they have chosen the correct remedy or protocol and what kinds of obstacles might be preventing results.
Sometimes people make the mistake of not sticking with a protocol long enough, other times the mistake is sticking with a protocol too long.
I’d like to lay out some guidelines to help you have a clearer idea of what to expect. (more…)
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“Mom! Mom! Stop driving so fast. You’re scaring us!” The van was bobbing and weaving in the late afternoon traffic. Colleen was on the verge of cutting off the Jeep ahead because he just wouldn’t yield. She hollered out the window, “I’ve got a roast in the oven that will soon be glorified char, an orthodontist appointment at seven, and those insipid cookies to bake for tomorrow’s meeting. What the #!%#* are you doing ahead of me?”
One hand grasped the wheel; the other clutched her fourth latte of the day.
“Mom, you’re overwhelmed. You’re going to get us all killed,” breathed the voice of reason from the back seat. It was Colleen’s fourteen-year-old who always saw things clearly. “Overwhelmed?!! Overwhelmed?!!” (more…)
Lucy Jones is sixteen, but you’d swear she was half that age by her behavior sometimes. The dramatics always ramped up around the time of her menses, but her mother noticed that she was irritable and discontented at other times as well.
Most of the time, Lucy was a focused teen, who volunteered in student council and the church choir, all while earning high grades. Because of this generally well-balanced lifestyle, it took a while for her family to recognize that she was becoming increasingly more difficult to live with.
This notion came alive, however, at the time of her sweet sixteen birthday party. (more…)
“I love color,” Isobel said. “As a child I adored pink, yet as I’ve aged, red has enchanted me.
It’s the color of blood, especially in the sense of the healthy blush of vitality. Yet it also expresses the splendor of Christmas and even the racy color of sports cars.”
Isobel was 60, had raised a brood of five well-adjusted kids and was married to the same man for more than 35 years. (“He’s one happy guy,” she says, but she discreetly does not go into the details about that part.)
Isobel’s verve was expressed in her language, her dress, her home and her relationships. Nothing about this post-menopausal woman was boring. She had a firm hand on the tiller of her life. (more…)