World Summit of Indigenous Cultures and True Healing

Later this week, I will realize a dream.
It's funny how that happens when we aren't looking.

It leads me to contemplate Herman Hesse's Siddhartha and the passage about seeking and finding. When one is seeking, one does not find because seeking means we have a goal in mind. It could well be that we then overlook what we need to encounter:-)

I received a last minute invitation to speak at the World Summit of Indigenous Cultures in Taiwan and the assistance to do so.

It is an unbelievable honour, but more an honour to share, to learn, to interact with indigenous peoples from five continents to collaborate, participate in the process of collective knowledge and wisdom.

My focus will, of course, highlight the global public discourse on health and healing, the pressing questions, the quests for more than mere alleviation of suffering and true healing, the role of traditional/indigenous healers, knowledge and wisdom and areas of study and application.

As I penned that paper rather hurriedly, I became truly aware of the many pathways of healers and patients, the quests for cures, the curious way in which we are all connected--today increasingly so.

Moreover, I felt as if I retraced the footsteps of my life--the illness that has led me through the Native Americans, the Sioux, the Cherokee, the Navajo, and many others, through indigenous peoples of Mexico, the Maya, to the medicine in Laos and Sierra Leone, Ethiopian, Egyptian and Malaysian healers, Unani, Reiki, Energy, Tibetan and Quranic medicine, and to the diversity within Chinese medicine, informed by region, minority, multiple disciplines and practice. The last of these has more fully consumed my time and life, yet each medicine pulls me in, draws me, inexplicably. I submit, willingly partake of the ritual interaction, the multi-faceted engagement and imbibe the knowledge and experience humbly, appreciatively.

Indeed, each healing modality and medicine share similarities and commonalities. They also offer different ways to live, to experience, to engage and see life!

It has been a lengthy journey shared with many, informed and enriched by those encountered along the way and I thank each and every one of you for sharing it with me, for adding to it by giving the gifts of YOU!

Indeed, there is so much work to be done and so much work in progress--healing on every level.

Perhaps, in totality, it is the "magic Kool-Aid" as my daughter Sabrina would say.
It could well be that the phrase I so often utter is also true...
~One man's magic is another man's medicine.

More clearly, more concretely, the more I see I become more aware of all I do NOT. Yet, one thing is clear...Healing worlds on all levels is being uplifted!

Upon the ancients' shoulders we stand as the Ancients watch over us, whispering in our ears, nudging...waiting for our stillness to listen.

As I travel to Taiwan later this week, partake in the rituals, open my heart/mind and travel to the indigenous villages, I will carry you all within my heart. Together, we will share, learn.
Love and hugs to you all!
http://indigenous.pristine.net/events/2008/wsic/presentations/debra_hayes_en.html

Namaste, 湘君

Pondering Directions and Ix Chel

Within the waves of global public discourse............
between and among healers,
healer to patient,
patient to patient, healer to scientist/researcher and/or M.D.,
so much chatter and musings fill the air.

In the midst of all this, I contemplate, reflect.
During a similar period of time this summer, a book sitting on my bookshelf called to me.
From within it, the light emanated. It revived my soul and spoke to me on so many levels.

After reading SASTUN by Dr. Rosita Arvigo, I had decided that she was and is one of the most amazing healers. It is not surprising that she and don Eligio Panti, the Mayan Healer who taught her entered my paper for presentation next weekend in Taiwan.

Read a bit of her interview from Whole Earth Review, Summer, 1992, by Nadine Epstein and see what enters your streams of consciousness.

FindArticles - Mayan medicine: lunch with Rosita Arvigo, shaman from Chicago - woman from Chicago, Illinois apprentices with Indian healer; includes information on ethnobotany and a list of useful herbs.

More about Rosita and Mayan Healing Quest for Ancient Home Remedies

Picture and further information from Student Rainforest Fund

Namaste, IX Chel (The Goddess of Medicine)

SARS, Comparative Epidemiology and Jewels for the World

"Every time I think I'm out, they keep pulling me back in!"

I'm sure that many of you recognize this line from the Godfather III.
Yet, it seems so apropos here.

As I penned the previous post, I silently thought to myself that somehow I would be sharing this quote and the thought that Drug Resistant TB would pull me back into the arena. Sure enough, I guess the quest continues. Throughout so much of my life, in my search and exploration of Lupus across culture, time and space, I have been led. Thankfully, I must admit, the wolf prints have led me along so many paths, elicited introductions I could never have imagined and exposed me to "Comparative Epidemiology." Granted, this is not on the traditional sense as written about in most scientific articles presently. Nevertheless, it exists!

Comparative epidemiology is essentially why SARS was overcome in China with so few people actually stricken by SARS itself. Culture and Chinese Medicine played a very major role in the elimination of SARS. By examining the case studies from centuries and Millenia past, the Herbal Doctors designed several formulas as preventatives, based on constitution, symptoms, etc. Of course, they also treated those affected and were the first to achieve favorable results.
Vis-a-vis Western medicine, Chinese medicine harmonized the body more effectively.
On the preventative side, its flexibility allowed for quick moderations to address changes in symptoms, presentation thereof and a person's constitution type--meaning how certain people would react or not react to certain kinds of medicines and environmental factors.

Perhaps, the most important lesson for the world contained within SARS was the viability, modernity and applicability of Chinese Medicine within the face of a Pandemic. Of course, Chinese Medicine has also risen to meet the challenges of Drug-resistant Malaria. Artemnesia, wormwood, was used in China for more than 2, 000 years to treat Malaria. It is based on the Mawangdui scrolls that many have benefited.

Today, I believe, more than ever that the answers to the most pressing health problems lie within the tomes of case studies and the seemingly simplistic principles of Chinese Medicine and other systems of medicine, many of them ancient. Albeit, the body and classification of diseases are seen through different lenses. Nevertheless, they serve as a series of lenses through which to discriminate and discern a condition. Sometimes, they intersect those known within Western science. Sometimes, they simply elude of supercede them for more reasons than I can post within these few paragraphs. Yet, one thing is clear........we need more mutual respect, comparative epidemiology, more collaboration across medicines and more valuation of each other's medicines and worldviews. Hierarchy has no place when compared to the value of a life.

Crossroads for true healing and discernment

Dear All,

The Time of Discernment has arrived........

After many months of seemingly insurmountable opposition, personal and professional sacrifices and challenges, the quest for a homeland for "True Healing" may have reached its end.

It may well be someone else's work to unite healers and bridge knowledge. I just don't know. It certainly requires more courageous people dedicated to truth and integrity, willing to share, to give of time and talent and perhaps more importantly to listen.

There are so many things I wish I could share with you and so much I wish were different. In the end, it doesn't matter. It is what it is.

As I pen this, I am curiously reminded of the crossroads a friend of mine faced with his site dedicated to remembering the Holocaust and reuniting families and survivors. (It was a project I am honored to have shared.) As I ponder the uncertainty of the path ahead, I recall reading his letter. In brief, it stated that perhaps he was the Emperor minus the fancy clothes, naked before the world and that he felt that the project might indeed be like the sand Mandala ready to be swept away and cast back into the water. It still gives me chills when I recall his words and feelings, even though that was six years ago.

So, too, I have thought about that letter for months and the feeling behind it. Each time, it has struck a deeper chord and resonated more loudly. I realize his love for the project and his willingness to let it go emanated from the same love in his heart. (After some time away, my friend found strength and resources to carry it forward:)

Energy and time are short. For more than twenty years, I have dedicated whatever I could, always painfully aware that even my best efforts were short of what was needed.

True healing may have reached an impasse, a new beginning or an end awaiting someone else's insight, inspiration, energy and love to bring into the world today or in the future. Perhaps, it was the " impossible dream," simple grains of sand collected carefully, painstakingly drawn only to be swept away and given back to the universe.

A little more time and distance might yield more answers. Unlike my friend, I have no other "me" to man the office in my absence. In the meantime, this warrior must find refuge, true rest, or a sanctuary somewhere. I'll have to trust that Divine intervention will somehow step in and the answer will shine through. Namaste

Illness is a journey....

Anyone who has ever faced a long-chronic and/or life threatening illness through personal experience or close relations with someone affected, perhaps, knows this best.

Challenged by life alterations and accommodations, one looks into life's mirror and asks many questions. For some, illness seems like a betrayal. For others it is a fact of life. For some, it seems like punishment and for others it is a gift-- an opportunity to open to life, to love, courage, acceptance, a chance to grow, to explore, to be.

Indeed, illness has been all of these things for me at different times. Having battled lupus (SLE) and struggled to find balance with the "wolf" accompanied by other conditions such as scleroderma for more than forty years and realizing the miraculous cure of my Multiple Sclerosis (MS), I understand how these viewpoints, these facets, comprise a cycle. Release is attainable.

It is a journey of the soul, of the spirit of the heart and mind.

Tonight, as I ponder this, my thoughts turn to Diana my dear friend in England. She is an incredible gift to everyone she meets, a lighthouse and wellspring of hope, vivacity, courage and love. She embraces the gifts of illness and the path toward healing!

We met in Hunan, Huaihua, China at the International TCM hospital in the summer of 2006 and spent nearly two months together and then again spent time together there in the winter of 2006 and 2007. Her love for her three children and her quest for the cure for MS is clear. She is not afraid to look at her life and understand and learn whatever it teaches her.

I remember so many chats, both serious and schoolgirl in nature. I recall how she organized a viewing of "The Secret" (from thesecret.tv) for all the patients and anyone else who was interested. It is through the shared experience, within the circle of love that the circle of healing shown through.

Through our friendship and shared spaces within the hospital, we became closer. yet, I realize how she never became the the MS or simply let it define her. Over time, her spirit soared. I am privileged to have witnessed this! With every treatment I observed as a student and shared with her because of our friendship, with every ritual, we bonded. I feel her still!

She realized how life events affected her illness and the exacerbation thereof. She sought the path to true healing, always affirming that she would walk again. Yet, perhaps, the most poignant story she told me demonstrates the power of the mind, the spirit.

You see, her brother also suffered from MS. He was a very wealthy man. When he received the diagnosis and prognosis, he immediately set out to buy the best wheelchair money could buy. As she explained, from that day forward, he remained bodily confined within his wheelchair but also mentally and spiritually so for many years until his death just after her return home last year.

In contrast, when I think of Diana, I remember how she struggled to walk with assistance and did so as often as she could and how she overcame the exacerbation I witnessed last summer. I see just the opposite journey of her brother. So, too, I see how she moved passed the self-loathing and self-defeat many of us feel when confronted with an unfavorable prognosis. I see the courage, the acceptance, the softening to love and the opening of the heart/mind to all the riches the quest for her true healing would bring.

This brief glimpse of her, admittedly, doesn't do her justice but it illuminates her spiritual stamina, her inner beauty and the journey of a soul. I appreciate Diana much more than mere words could ever express and wholeheartedly pray this glimpse of her illness and steps toward healing touch your heart or someone else's. Her experience speaks tomes of wisdom and self-love. It not only shows how illness cultivates and frees the soul for the higher purpose.

Diana embodies that and so much more. I love you, Diana, from the bottom of my heart and am so grateful for the precious gift of your friendship and shared journey of illness and healing. Love to you and the kids, my dear. You are an amazing lady.

I hope this helps whomever reads my thoughts and thank-you for sharing a few moments and bridging divides. Wishing all readers and their loved ones love, courage, strength, health, happiness, and, indeed, true healing. Namaste, 湘君

On the precipice of decisions

Decisions.......What to do? In my mind, it sounds like this first--
决定，几个决定 怎么办？

Those of you who know me are probably smiling, knowing my mind is like this middle place for Chinese and English in thought, philosophy, medicine, all things:-)

I cannot apologize for something that just is. Rather, I choose to embrace it with gratitude, knowing there is meaning and purpose both unforeseen and unknown within it.

It is not what I intended but an unexpected and unintended consequence of the journey. Admittedly, is is often a pleasant one I welcome. Yet, when decisions are needed and questions arise considering the path ahead, I am pulled.

My heart lies with learning and discovering more healing while healing others and, of course, concomitantly healing and cultivating myself. For this is the heart of Chinese medicine and, indeed, true healing!

The goals I seek for the world, of course, intersect these thoughts and propel me even further into the global equation and engage learning and sharing on many levels--As Liz would say, "Aggregate wisdom," and Ashis would contend, "Collective knowledge." Both friends are amazing gifts within my life and often reframe the world before me, serving as additional lenses through which to view the world and resources for nearly every aspect. They are also warm islands of friendship and acceptance, love and spirituality--amazing humanitarians with their own paths. (Interesting how all paths lead to one!)

Still, it seems we all ask and meditate on the question, "How can I best serve?"

For me, certainly, many institutions within China beckon, as does the quest for more learning. As China negotiates its place for Chinese Medicine within the official world health system, perhaps, the world of "not only but also" has never called more loudly, more profoundly.

Ideally, I would like to serve as a cross-cultural bridge. In many ways I am, but in many ways I am still becoming. Aren't we all?

A Confusing time for Global health part 1

Confusion for global healers

International friends of mine who are healers around the world, distributed throughout every region have recently alerted me to difficulties helping their global patients, especially with regard to naturally occurring substances such as chamomile and evidence reports conducted in countries outside the United States. More importantly, perhaps, every difficulty has pointed to their reference to the International Classification of Diseases (aka ICD), formally adopted by the WHO in 1948 to measure fatalities.

More recently and through the subsequent decades, the ICD has grown to accommodate "new" and emerging diseases. One could argue whether some of these conditions are, indeed, new, when in fact other cultures and civilizations have documented them for hundreds of years and in some cases millenia. Nevertheless, viruses mutate region to region, population to population and over time. Nature responds to every variable, internal and external. Regardless, the ICD has become a recent sore point for many health practitioners around the world, most especially outside the US.

Who owns the ICD?

As determined the Word Health Organization (WHO), it has been the gold standard of diagnosis and foundation for treatment protocol. Accordingly, it was formulated to serve as a "common language" for health workers. Therefore, it was made internationally accessible and translated into the four European languages of the UN at the time. While other medicinal practices have painstakingly researched and classified their more complex patterns of symptoms and classified them into the ICD within their countries, the US refuses or more poignantly refutes these classifications even though they were compiled and formulated according to scientific standards.

What is a health practitioner to do?

For many more persons throughout the world, the question becomes what IS a patient to do?

Indeed, there are as many ways to view illness and disease as there are cultures and ethnicities. No one sees anything exactly the same!

Currently, more and more patients in modern societies find themselves plagued with chronic and difficult conditions and the responsibility of navigating more complex medical information, managing their own healthcare and more often than not, trying to heal while remaining active in society- going to work, family, etc. More and more health practitioners CAM or Western medicine, are required to seek or need a Western diagnosis determined by the ICD. What happens when a diagnosis such as lupus or MS or countless others take years to obtain? What happens to the patient? To where does one turn?

For me, it led me to explore the archives of Sioux and ultimately to Chinese medicine. After all, both had considerable experience with lupus. In China, it was documented for more than two millenia. For many others, the "Alternative" path also calls. If they explore their options and an alternative treatment helps them, then they, too have been restricted with regard to language they can use to relay the results. Other friends of mine, patients, within the US have recently been told they cannot use the ICD terms such as Rheumatoid Arthritis, etc. in whatever they say to support other modalities through lectures, and in some cases, among their friends and family members.

What is a patient, a doctor, a healer, a friend or the global community to do?

The ICD is Internationally shared by the global family.

Accordingly, it is not wholly owned by anyone agency or body but a tool meant to serve the people.

It's all a matter of "translation"--of listening, understanding, valuing the many ways to see:)

Praying forward more global communication and understanding, increasing value of diverse medicinal expertise, health and true healing.

I am eternally grateful to have encountered the people and tools needed along the way to decipher and discern changes, ways to see and understand concepts and ideas and for all those who share so much of their lives and their work with me. I am truly honoured. Thank-you one and all for teaching and friendship. love to you all

On that note, wishing all the readers of my thoughts, health and happiness and a journey of the heart. Thank-you for your time and consideration. Namaste, 湘君

The Path Ahead and Difficult Questions

It seems as if nearly every one of my friends is pondering direction at this point in time

reflecting, meditating, reflecting, open to the universe......

Perhaps, this is inevitable around the holidays and the birth of the New Year.

I, too, find myself pondering not so much the where but how.....

If you would have asked me some time ago what I thought about my journey back to the US to fulfill obligations and do presentations, I would have told you it has been tortuous and had aside from those events, perhaps, emanated mistake. More accurately now, I see that it has raised awareness, focus, determination and infinitely heightened the learning curve. It also encouraged me to step beyond my comfort zone and contact people through an ever expanding, ever revealing game of connect-the dots.

Danger has inevitably lurked all about me as I pressed on. That has been made perfectly clear. Yet, I perhaps more fully hear the voices that resound throughout the other 80% of the world, I feel their hearts, their disappointments, their subjugation at times and lack of self-determination and, of course, more prominently, the cries and tales of experience of the healers and those afflicted and affected by illness that within my mind resound. It is within these moments that my heart feels weighted and the burdens seem so heavy. I cannot turn and walk away and/or turn a blind eye to the value of each tale, each event, occurrence and/or quest. Sometimes, it requires immediate meditation and mediation, lightening and refocusing it on the whole. As I shift my attention once more and question possibilities, I cannot help but think and ask myself in the words of my friend Ashis , "What to do?" (We've traveled the path a while, always joined in spirit. through good and bad times, for which I am eternally grateful. )

Looking back, I need no reminders. As I revisit my experience in China at the Huai Hua Red Cross International TCM hospital and at the Chinese Medicine Academy/ WHO research center in Beijing, the path is clear. All roads lead back to the Motherland. Nearly every day it beckons. It pulls at my heart. There is still so much to be learned, so much knowledge and skill experienced, studied, taught and "translated." There is also the bridge that needs more construction not only between East and West but also between antiquity and present day. The latter of these, perhaps, more clearly elucidates the greatest difficulty.

After sifting through many notebooks and journal entries in Chinese and English and anything in between from the seven plus months I spent in China, midst people from more than 60 countries, the human condition and experience is clear. Suffering exists across cultures and genetics, as do beliefs and healing. Bodies react differently. Within the midst of it all, however, the accommodation and adaptations made by all these patients and their families draw my eye and attention. So, too, shines their courage, their joy, appreciation for the little things, for more open conversations and sharing, for community.

Even now, the hours spent with patients and professors speak tomes to me and continue to teach and enlighten me. Words cannot express my honour and gratitude for sharing in their pathways and for the heart to heart, soul to soul connections this time and work has yielded. It is and has been invaluable.

It is far from complete!

This fact, this truth, of course, propels me onto the path even farther, urges more study, more listening, more bridge building and education and even neutral ground. It requests still with more connectedness not only between and among medical and social science disciplines but also among people themselves. At its deepest level, it asks for us to look into life's mirror and see our own humanity with humility and love.


It begs us to honour the sacred within everyday life, to honour the earth, to honour each other, to honour the interactive human experience within the world, within the elements and with each other. It leads us back to center.

As I continue my exploration of illness and healing, working across cultures, space and time
it is always enlightening and humbling. I appreciate the efforts of so many persons within the Traditional medicine branch of the WHO and so many other branches such as Drug resistant TB for their time and attention, to the efforts large and small directed toward the marriage of healers and medicine so that Health for ONE/ALL will become a reality.

I appreciate the physicians and healers who have opened their minds and hearts, at times, cast aside their worldviews to understand the varied ways to see and treat illness and look forward to more collaboration, honour between professions and the sharing of collective knowledge. As Marissa would say, "Pray it forward."

Hasten the day!

For now, I am merely a weaver of paths of lives, not entirely of my own device but empowered and encouraged by a diverse group of peoples scattered around the world and the Dao/ the source beyond my control. In time, all paths and truths are revealed. This, I know. Waiting merely cultivates faith, hope, and patience and tills the soul. As I ponder the next steps, more specifically my path within China itself, I hold you all within my hearts, wishing you always the best of journeys filled with love and happiness.

Namaste,
湘君

Lessons of the Wolf

I would be remiss if I entered the New year without honouring the wolf, my companion, my teacher, my friend, sometimes, the master of my destruction, yet always leading me along the path, propelling inquiries, discoveries, engaging me in a global conversation and purpose I never intended and, of course, encouraging new levels of thought, of trust, faith. Yet, I cannot contain the smile!

Indeed, the wolf and I have done many battles--the most severe nearly every winter, reaching life threatening levels and harrowing depths. Yet, within the heart of each and every one of them, was embedded a lesson, a beacon, something that pulled me and saved me, despite the Arctic battleground.

At other times, it has rescued me and, inexplicably, allowed me to rest my head on its white paws and rest within the archway of her breast and abdomen.

Standing upon the cliff above, she has often served as a wake up call, summoning me on more than one occasion, somehow foreshadowing the impending danger if I turned and walked the other way.

Yet, one winter some years ago, war-torn and weary, as I struggled to maintain every breath, every heartbeat, fully engaged in meditation, I listened to the call and followed the path of her steps, consciously unaware of the course ahead. After ascending the cliff above, I exhausted my energy. An Arctic storm arose and she dragged me, literally. Nearly lifeless in this world and the next, she dragged me into the ice. Within it, I felt warm.

Nestled midst her cubs, I did not understand. Resting amid them and under them, she stood watch before settling in herself.
It was here, as I opened my eyes for a second or two at a time that I saw the Northern lights brightly streaming through the ice above, gentling filling the den with wondrous light, surrounding the cubs and highlighting the outline of each of them.

It was here within the den, that she nudged me and the sacred pact was made, beneath the twilight of the Northern lights, I found myself making promises, agreeing to tend to the wolf cubs, to nurture them, sustain and protect them along the unknown course. Little did I know we would be leaving so soon and that the next leg of the journey hastened.

Then within the den's opening appeared the dark wolf, her mate. Fearing it was the wolf who had previously attacked me, she assured me he was not the same. I stilled to watch and wait, tempering courage with trust. As he neared, i felt his spirit, stared into his eyes and instantly knew. Yet, he arrived with a warning.

Together we left the den and traveled for a while- the pack. Danger impended. Days later, my lovely wolf guardians ventured on, leaving me in charge. The wolf cubs and I tread along. Need I say, the path has never been the same?

I did not understand the depth or gravity of this shamanic journey then but I embraced it anyway. Do we ever fully know anything anyway?

It has been many years since then and I share the stories and their nuances freely, shamanic in nature, indeed. I could never have known where this would lead--that the wolfprints would lead me through lands and culture, across time and space, on a seemingly eternal quest, almost always requiring more than my personal best. It is the journey that is the reward, for it has encouraged and propelled me along to people and places beyond imagination to hearts and souls, experience and compassion and to seeing the world through eyes other than my own.

S'ung Manitu Tanka, I honour you for your strength and wisdom. It is with a sincere, awakened heart and mind that I express profound eternal gratitude for saving me, refining and carving me along the way. Wolfprints...wolfprints in my soul...we travel on to meet more people, touch more lives. Happy 2008!

Namaste,

湘君

Where the Heart Leads.......

Where the heart leads when there is no payoff?

Recently a friend shared this within a rather string of appreciations on http://www.dailyappreciations.net/

Immediately, it led my mind to ponder......

For days it entered my mind. The answer was always the same-
to heal bodies, spirits and minds and bridge divides- HEAL WORLDS

I realize that many persons believe this is too simple.
Perhaps, it is. Yet, I see so many connections. Midst my quest for healing, the discovery
of so many intertwining practices, belief systems and the links extending from antiquity through to present day, I see the invisible, intangible strings of healing and continuity illuminate across time, space and culture. Of course, I realize that technology and methods of production and interventions have also transformed, but more importantly realize that the basic needs of man are constant.

Illness is a journey of the soul. Any illness, whether it is a cold, flu, chronic or acute greatly affects levels of social participation, restorative methods, interactions, beliefs and associated rituals embedded within everyday living. Whether you live in the developed world or lesser developed states, illness is a human experience.

In some respects, I think it has often been my greatest teacher. It has led my mind to ponder the multifaceted, interdependent existence of life. It often turns my thoughts to mutual reciprocity not only as a sacred contract between and among men but also with Mother Nature and the Universe. Then, of course, spirituality resonates within this sacred pact. It plays a significant role of the human existence, of discerning the world relatively unforseeable and unknown to us, of mediating the divide between the tangible and the mysterious and ways of knowing. For many, faith is the light of hope, of love, and of acceptance. it is that which shields, which heals. It is, inexplicably, part of the equation of ways in which we are human.

True healing, as I have learned through my varied studies of traditional healing methods, especially Chinese medicine, zhong yi, perhaps more fully highlights this. It realizes the interactive nature of life, of change and the role of one's constitution/genetics. It explains and understands these changes in ways modern medicine cannot yet express. Yet, I have hope that one day, the marriage of medicines will occur and both the life cultivating, life restorative practices and the doctors who engage them will be equally valued and engaged accordingly.

In my heart of hearts, anyone who knows me, truly knows this. I wish I could alleviate all suffering with the wave of a hand or the magic wand, but alas, I lost that ability long ago. (grin) If any of my experience, however, saves one person undue suffering or levels of illness, then my life has had meaning.

I wish for 2008, a year of more fully engaged True Healing, the networking of healers and appreciation of each other, more fully engaged conversations and exchanges, yielding collective knowledge and valued expertise. I wish more people would listen to the universe and honour the sacred contracts granted with each life. Much more than this, I wish all those afflicted and/or affected by chronic, acute and temporary illnesses realize they are loved, valued and appreciated, and perhaps, even blessed with the journey of illness and quest for recovery. I wish you happiness and health- True healing now and always! I treasure each and every one of you! Namaste

With that, I pass on a New Year's Wish from Dr. Amit K Saiya, an amazing doctor of energy healing in India, wishing you these blessings in 2008 and always :

"May you find eternal peace of mind, prosperity through the year, happiness that multiplies, health for you and yours, fun around every corner, energy to chase your dreams, joy to fill your holiday".

Hugs and love to all of you!
湘君