Menory Lane; Divergence

All of us, it is to be supposed, can look back over life and see definite markers along the way, which relate to times of upheaval, change, or simply a strong and worthwhile memory. Those few of you who have been keen on the MacHistory will have noted that the markers of this particular life have pretty much all been about health, or about the spirit.

The previous of these posts left you with the indication that there was a major marker approaching regarding health. This was not a false flag. However, during the process of the next change in life, spirit also played its part more strongly and eventually, there was a kind of merging. ... but let's not get ahead.

Six months into my time with Siemens, the body was really - and I mean REALLY - jamming up. A colleague pointed me in the direction of a medical practice where not only an orthodox approach, but a fully integrative and holistic treatment would be available.  At that point I had no idea really what this meant. I had of course experienced herbal medicine and gained some positive results with regard to the Rheumatoid Arthritis, but beyond that I was quite ignorant of 'foreign' health modalities. The doctor with whom I had the appointment was something of a celebrity. She had a spot on national radio and was often at odds with the establishment, as she pushed for the availability of complimentary medicines on Medicare (National Health). It was quite the experience, that first visit. I, being the well brung up chick that I am, landed there ten minutes ahead of my appointment time.

In any organised reception, it might perhaps have been expected that I would have been told to go away and come back again as doctor was not actually on the premises. Instead, I was asked to take a seat ... and proceeded to remain seated for two and a half hours.

TWO. AND. A. HALF. HOURS.


Doctor swanned in and the line of patients were duly peeled off their chairs and into her room. I was busy wondering whether anyone who was clearly so out of sync with the clock could be of any possible use to me when it was my turn to unstick. Dr Robyn was all charm and business. Aside from the usual checks, she held my wrist for the Chinese style diagnosis. Not that I knew this at the time, I just thought she couldn't find my pulse.  It had been a long time since brekky.

Then she suggested a blood test. That's fine, done that few times before. No. Not the usual. A live-blood analysis. This was only available (at that time) through a Macquarie Street (city centre) laboratory [nowadays it has become one of those trendy 'market stall' gimmicks and I would be sceptical, but this was a proper scientific setup]. Actually having just put that aside in, I was quite sceptical even then... but also intensely curious and, after all, conventional methods had not proven of any help whatsoever. Then it was back to Dr Robyn and I had given her the benefit of the doubt regarding that first appointment fiasco.

Silly me. Though this time it was not quite two hours wait.

She looked over the results. "It confirms what I had suspected from the wrist diagnosis... your adrenal push is extremely high and your liver is in such a depleted state, I would not even wish to provide herbals at this stage. Your body would just pass them out without benefit. Let me refer you to a colleague for acupuncture first."

It was organised there and then. No having to go away and come again another day. Before I could see Martine, though, I was to have a further refinement of diagnosis through Iridology. Crikey, I was on a steep learning curve of all the possible ways to assess health!!!

A young lady shone a light in my eyes and mapped out the iris and confirmed not just what was already known at this stage, but picked up on historical stuff I had not mentioned till now. The asthma and the tinnitus, for example. I was intrigued. It was also this girl who wondered if Dr Robyn had asked for a urine sample. Being told not, she went off and consulted there and came back with that request. Then I was introduced to Martine, the acupuncturist. A lady of French birth who had spent many years in China for training and who immediately instilled a level of calm and confidence that all would be well again. There was very little talk; but again with the wrist diagnosis, looking at the tongue, reading the eye charts her assistant had made.

At that time, with the little knowledge I had of acupuncture, I was a tad concerned of being made a pin cushion. However, only five needles were used and all of them were below the knees. Additionally, Martine placed her hands somewhere round my head. Not on. Just around.

Half an hour later I was back in Dr Robyn's room, having also furnished the requested sample. Another appointment was set up.

She had sent the sample off not to the usual place or for all the expected stuff of sugars, proteins and such like. It had gone to Newcastle University (NSW) where there was significant research being started into the 'yuppie flu'. It turned out that the young iridologist had seen something about my immune system that made her ask and Dr Robyn agreed it was quite possible. Sure enough, the report which came back from the uni department was that there were markers suggesting the presence of what they were now calling Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS).  A set of five weekly sessions with Martine were set up.  At the end of that time another blood analysis was taken.

Even my untrained eye could see the difference.

Dr Robyn said that my body was highly receptive to the energetic form of treatment and that perhaps, rather than herbs, I ought to stick to the acupuncture. Fine with me. I knew there was still a way to go, but could feel energy returning that had been gone so long I had forgotten it was ever there.

I grew curious about what Martine was doing with my head. She was not touching it, yet I knew there was something going on. The Radiance Technique. Mention of energy flow and centring captivated me. Deep inside I knew this was a tool I wanted for myself.  Martine was running a course within two weeks of my asking, so I enrolled. During my treatments with her also, there came a point where she offered me some drops as further support to my general system. Bach Flower Essences.

Within two days of starting that medicine, another one of the little miracles which have peppered my life occurred. There came such a clarity of mind and purpose it was almost frightening. I resigned from Siemens and began researching courses in ancillary medicine.