Medicine

I count on my fingers….22 years of working in western healthcare- and how that has wounded me. I came to the work with the intention- the calling as a healer. But there is nothing healing about tying people to a bed, Squishing their pills into sauce and trying to get them to swallow, or even now- as I wtrite these prescriptions for hydroxyzine.

The obession that my patients have had about seeking a disgnosis and the cooresponding medication to treat the title of their illness has to be one of the most clever marketing campaigns by the pharmceutical industry. How we are condioned by fear and subjecated to ongoing chronic tramua to become this wounded race with no skills to heal our own selves.

Many people have little interest in gettting. better- because it is hard work- it is looking inside the wreckage of your own neglected spirit. To really listen to yourself. It is not something anyone else can do, there is no pill for that- there is only you.

Have I stood there and helped gudie people to the doorway to their soul? Yes- but it is rare when many want to continue on- as the framework I work in- is within a stiff and clositered setting- a place that forces us to hurry and not listen.

That “helathcare” denies the sovernity of the people. That fear of death and disease is called “health”

Lets change the paridgm- open ourselves- find the richness within your neglected soil.