Acupuncture


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Acupuncture has always worked well for me.

I went to see a new guy yesterday who was highly recommended by someone I respect highly.

It was a whole different deal.

The nurturance factor was almost enough to have made it worth it.

His touch was warm and I asked if this temperature was what human beings are supposed to feel like when everything is working perfectly?

I am always cold.

Due to circulation issues my right hand and foot are often blue.

I am used to it but it takes people aback.

This man’s presence with me was startlingly THERE.

I have spoken before about my experience of many, many healer-types not having attended to their sexual boundaries very well and I can feel that leakiness in the room which makes me feel unsafe.

This guy had done his work in that arena.

So I could really relax.

He did not just stick me with a bunch of needles but used MOXA.

Approaching the various points with heat instead of metal.

He spoke to me the whole time and behaved almost like a ballet dancer in his controlled and purposeful movements around the table as he kept taking my pulse for information and moving on to the next point.

This was Japanese acupuncture.

Not the ‘stick-the-patient-and-leave-her-alone-for-45 minutes’ kind of thing I am familiar with.

I asked this lovely man what the two framed calligraphy pieces on the wall meant as they were both hung with a sense of import and honor.

One said: “ACUPUNCTURE IS LOVE”

The other: ACUPUNCTURE IS HUMAN”

“Both say the same thing” he told me.

“Acupuncture is an art. It is the thing that takes place in the space between the client and practitioner. It really has nothing to do with the needles.” I could be using a stick or pen and it would be the same. It is the intention behind one person
and all they are meeting in another.

Each moment in this man’s company felt healing to me.

Because of the quality of the Self of his self he has cultivated.

No stickiness or weird bumps in the road.

Pure healing intent and the skill and (whatever it is) to go with it.

All I could say when I left was: “AMEN.”

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