Dos amigos se encontraron: “¡Mantén distancia! ¡Cuidado, estoy enfermo!”, gritó el uno. “Pues cuídate bien de mí”, repuso el otro. “Tengo una salud contagiosa!”
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J’ai dit à l’amie « quand tu te réveilleras cette après-midi » l’opération sera passée et le myome sera parti. Tu t’es demandé s’il y a eu un élément déclencheur pour son origine. En fait peu importe ce qu’il y avait à l’origine. Ce que tu peux faire c’est la chose suivante : Rappelle-toi des expériences accablantes et peut-être traumatisantes et d’autres choses que tu veux lâcher et dont tu veux te débarrasser. En pensée, mets tout ce dont tu n’as plus besoin dans le myome. Et quand tu te réveilleras cette après-midi tu les auras toutes envoyées sur le chemin. » L’amie a déclaré plus tard qu’elle avait réalisé la proposition et avait transféré dans le myome ses réactions aux différentes expériences accablantes de son passé. Elle a vécu cette approche comme libératrice. Après l’opération elle s’est vite remise et s’est sentie plus forte et plus active que dans les mois précédents.
Pour cette intervention thérapeutique il y a beaucoup de variations dependant sur la situation unique d’une traitement : On peut mettre le trauma en cas de gastro ou de boulimie dans le contenu de l’estomac, en cas de chimio dans les cheveux, le libérer pendant le passage aux toilettes …
In a land in our time there lived a man, who read a book and found lots of wonderful stories therein. There were true and invented stories, experienced and pensive, enjoyable and painful stories. There were stories which contained stories, and such which were actually not stories. For every story he read, there occurred to him nearly five which he had either experienced or thought up himself. So the thought came to him, that a lot in the world was a story which could be healing for himself and others; he only needed to absorb the healing stories well and to forget the terrible ones immediately. Then he would learn which story he had used when and for what. So he organised his own stories which he knew, and which had become a help to himself and others, or could become so. Sometimes he noted it down when a new story came to his ears and sometimes when a helpful story occurred to him, he memorised it.
Then he saw before him in a picture the storystories of this life arranged in long shelves, as in a large pharmacy. And behind the counter there sat a man who had learnt to listen to himself and others. He was a master of his subjectspecialty. His talent was that he understood how to tell the right thing at the right time to himself and to those who visited him.
He was an experienced physician. “At times it happens”, he reported, “that I cannot give a medication to a patient because it is too expensive or too hard to obtain. How, may I ask, can I provide a remedy made out of lion’s milk? In some of these cases I tell the patients to write the name of the remedy on a sheet of paper, and to have a close look at it. The startling thing is: for those who follow this advice, the effect of the paper is about the same as the effect of the remedy, had it been taken.” A woman who heard this story laughed about it. She had been working for years as a nurse in the intensive care ward of a hospital, and had helped to save more than one patient’s life by giving himthem the right medication at the right time. What would have happened if she had handed himthem a sheet of paper instead, showing the name of histheir medication? Some days after this conversation, she woke up with a severe headache. She knew it was nothing serious, only this well-known pain, which a doctor had once described as being there simply for the sake of being. She knew that she did not have any pills at home. She imagined putting a glass of water next to her bed. She envisioned how she would throw a pill in the water, and how it would dissolve. She pictured herself drinking the water in little sips how the water would be absorbed by her body, and how the medication would become effective.
She fell asleep for a few minutes then woke up again and went to work. Everything was as usual. When she looked back on her day late at night, she noticed that her headache had vanished in the minutes after she had taken the imagined remedy, and that she had completely forgotten about it for the rest of the day.