It is always good to receive confirmation of how effective
simple treatment can be. A friend of
mine told me that her husband was feeling so ill and desperate that he could
not work and could not leave the house.
He had problems in breathing which several visits to hospital and
several kinds of medication had not helped.
Would acupuncture help him, she asked me. I referred him to a fellow five element
acupuncturist, Guy Caplan.
This is what she emailed me a few days ago:
“Treatment seems to be going so
well! Three treatments have not helped
his breathing problems but have changed his whole way of being in the world.”
She also told me that a friend had met her husband, and
said, with surprise, that he was “smiling with his face”.
You cannot ask for more from such a few treatments. To be able to “change the whole way of being
in the world” for a patient is what all our work is about.
I asked Guy to tell me what treatments he had done so
far. Here is the list:
Treatment 1: AE drain
(none), Husband-Wife, VI (TH) 4, V (HP) 7
Treatment 2: IV (Ki)
24, VIII – IX (Liv-Lu) block, VI (TH) 3, V (HP) 9
Treatment 3: CV 14,
VI (TH) 3, V (HP) 9
All points with moxa before
needling.
As you can see, the patient is being treated on Outer
Fire. As you can also see, the
treatments have helped the deepest part of him, his spirit. In effect he feels as though resuscitated (an
excellent example of the effectiveness of IV (Ki) 24, Spirit Burial Ground).
This is also a lesson for practitioners not to worry too
much if physical problems persist a little longer. I have no doubt at all that his physical
problems will now gradually clear. If
you treat the deep (the spirit), you cannot fail but treat the more superficial
(the body). But of course this will take
time. He has had his physical problems
for many years.
I give below the text of an article I have just
submitted for publication in the British Acupuncture Council's journal Acu:
“We are not good at lineages
in this country, and we appear to have surprisingly little respect for others’
expertise. In fact, most of our
education system appears to be built, not so much on the idea of learning from
those of greater experience than us, but more of teaching students to discover
things for themselves, almost as if the hard-won knowledge of those preceding
them should be discarded as somehow not so relevant.
I have spent many weeks since 2011 in China, introducing five element acupuncture
to what must now be many hundreds of Chinese acupuncturists, and have learnt
from these visits how much respect they show the lineage of five element
acupuncture which they view me as representing.
This is why, there on the wall of the Tong You San He Centre in Nanning
where I teach, I am greeted - each time with a slight sense of surprise - by a
large panel of photographs, the first showing my teacher, J R Worsley, the
second me and the last showing Mei Long, a student of mine, who initiated my
first contacts with China through Liu Lihong, the Centre’s director. Through his writing he is the person who has
done most to stimulate Chinese traditional medicine’s search for its past roots.
For
the Chinese, the line of transmission extending back to the Nei Jing, and on
through the centuries to reach J R Worsley, then me and beyond, represents what they feel they have lost, a
direct connection to the past. In the
West, on the other hand, we seem to be, if not indifferent to this, then
somewhat disinterested in the routes of transmission, as though we are not
ourselves quite clear what lineage we are heir to. This probably stems from the fact that
generally both in this country and in China there is little clarity about
how to integrate the precepts of traditional medicine with modern attempts to
draw acupuncture closer to Western medicine.
The
display of photographs which confronts me each time I return to China has made
me re-evaluate my own thoughts about the transmission of a lineage, and led me
to a new appreciation of what has been transmitted to me. The way the Chinese view what I bring to them
makes me more aware than before of the precious inheritance which has been
passed down to me, and which the Chinese now clamour for me to pass on to them. Here I am, coming from a far-off land, the
bearer of an unknown treasure, my knowledge of an acupuncture discipline which
fascinates them. And, most importantly,
somebody with thirty or more years’ clinical experience, which is something
they value particularly highly. I bring
them a precious gift, the transmission of what they regard as the esoteric
knowledge contained within the lineage of a particular branch of five element acupuncture
handed down over the centuries from master to pupil. This has found its way through devious routes
to the West and is now finding its way back to its country of origin through
me, an inheritor of this lineage. It is
useful to read Peter Eckman’s In the Footsteps
of the Yellow Emperor, Long River Press 2007, as the best, and in my view,
so far the only, in-depth study to trace these routes of transmission.
In
this country we often forget how precious the legacy of the past can be,
tending to take this past for granted.
To the modern Chinese, deprived for so many years as they have been of
much of the history of traditional medicine through the traumas of the Cultural
Revolution, anything which helps them trace this past is a gift to be
nurtured. Even though all practitioners
are brought up on rote learning the Nei Jing, they are aware that they have
lost many of the connections between what is in these old texts and their
practice of today. In their eyes, the
branch of five element acupuncture I represent makes these connections clear to
them.
To
the Chinese acupuncturists that I teach, therefore, five element acupuncture
embodies a spiritual tradition which they regard as lacking in much of the
acupuncture now taught in China,
and connects them to a past which they feel they have lost. Its emphasis on ensuring that so much
attention is paid to the spirit is something they respond warmly to. It echoes what they have learnt from the Nei
Jing, but is something which is ignored by the TCM they are taught in their acupuncture
colleges.
To
witness the joy with which they greet all the five element teaching I offer
them is to raise an echo within me of a similar joy that I experienced sitting
on my first day in the classroom at Leamington
more than 30 years ago, and learning about the Fire element with the Heart at
its centre. It seemed to me then, as it
still does, and does, too, to all my Chinese students, that to base an
acupuncture practice upon treatment of the elements was to state a natural
truth about life. Learning from the
Chinese approach to their past, I can now see more clearly than ever that I,
and every other five element acupuncturist, form one link in the unending chain
stretching from the earliest days of the Nei Jing down the years. This path of transmission passed to the West
in the 20th century and is now coming full circle on its return to
its birthplace, China,
in the 21st century. This is
indeed an inheritance to treasure."
Here
is an amusing little observation I made during my morning’s breakfast excursion
to a local café. It was quite full, and
I tried to find a table as far away as possible from anybody else. The place gradually emptied as people
set off for their day’s work, until all that were left were two people at one
table and me at another. A woman then
came in, looked carefully around her for quite some time, before firmly seating
herself at a table a mere few feet next to the one occupied by the couple. I was amused when I saw this, thinking that
the last thing I would have done would have been to settle myself so close to
the few other customers at the café.
I then realised that she had made her choice for exactly the same reasons that I
had made a completely different one. We
were, I thought, both following the dictates of our guardian element, different
as these were.
I
assumed that she was Earth, mainly from her colour, and because she was quite
at ease sitting in such close proximity to other people. Earth likes being surrounded by people,
almost irrespective of who they are. I,
on the other hand, am Fire, and Fire only wants to move close to others when it
feels really comfortable in their presence.
It
is by observing these tiny differences in human behaviour that we learn more
and more about the elements. This
morning’s was another interesting little insight into the differences between
Earth and Fire for me to ponder on. Thus
do we continue to learn.
As
I get older, leaving many years trailing behind me, I am aware that nostalgia
for the past creeps up on me more frequently than it used to. There are so many things now which are
different from what they were, and though some of these differences are
undoubtedly good (though here I have to stop and think hard without for the
life of me being able to come up with even one example), many more appear to my
ageing sight to represent losses which can never be made good.
A
small, apparently insignificant, but to me important, example of this is
something which happens every morning.
As I make my way out to pick up my newspaper and indulge in my early
morning coffee in one of the many coffee shops around here, I step over the wet
pavement outside the front door of a block of flats, and exchange good morning
greetings with a young woman who is busily washing down and sweeping the front
step and pavement outside clear of any rubbish.
She laughed when I told her that this piece of pavement is probably the
only one now in the whole of London where the age-old practice of making sure
that the pavements outside our houses are kept clear for passers-by by their
owners still takes place. Now we leave
all that to the road sweepers.
And
just as we leave it to others to clear the pavements outside our houses, so we
now leave many other things to others, without concerning ourselves with
whether in so doing we are making others’ lives harder or more unpleasant. I notice that if there is something like a
cardboard box in the middle of the road, nobody crosses over to push it to the
side away from the traffic. I remember
my father stopping our car regularly, and getting out to remove some rubbish or
a large stone to the roadside, because, he told us, “A bicycle or motorbike
might not see this when it gets dark, and come a-cropper.” The present reluctance to get involved
extends to people stepping over any obstruction on the pavement, often at some
inconvenience to themselves, rather than pushing it aside to the gutter. Let alone how very rare it is for somebody to
lift up a bike which has fallen over blocking the pavement.
It
seems that more and more people are reluctant to put themselves out in any way,
as though walking round obstacles is always preferable to removing
obstacles. Is this increasingly
selfishness, inattentiveness (everybody talking into their mobile phone – or
taking selfies!) or a fear of litigation, in case their actions cause problems? Whatever, as they say, it seems to me to be a
sad indictment of modern life that less and less people are concerned for the
wellbeing of others and apparently more and more engrossed in their own.
But
am I merely another example of an older person saying that “things were better
in the old days”?
I
have just watched an excellent and important programme on BBC TV (BBC2, 12
August 2015: Dr Michael Mosley: Are Health Tests Really a Good Idea?), which
you can catch up with on BBC i-Player.
As its title indicates, it looked in depth at the value of some of the
many tests well people undergo, and queried how far many of these were
necessary. Importantly, in view of the
enormous costs of providing health care for an increasingly aging population, it
asked whether the vast amount of money allocated to these tests, which are
overwhelmingly directed at the still well, would better be spent on treating
the already ill. The conclusion by two
very eminent physicians, one from the United
States and the other from Britain, summed it all up beautifully. Surely, they said, it is better to direct
resources at where help is needed, which is when a condition has actually revealed
itself, and not spend so much on recommending tests for the well whose results
are often uncertain, if not downright misleading. The case of mammograms, in particular, was
examined here. It was pointed out that
they often lead to needless, harmful and unnecessary interventions (a figure of
9 out of 10 mis-diagnoses was given).
This
is when I heard the very telling and hard-hitting phrase, which underlines
exactly what I think is the wrong direction in which the machinery of health is
heading, and that is that “we are worrying the well”. Once we are given the slightest indication
that there is a slight query about any test result, none of us will be able to
forget this, and it will continue to haunt us.
As I said in my book, The Keepers
of the Soul, “One of the many areas
to be re-assessed is the Western reliance on statistics. The trouble with
statistics is that they are illusory.
They appear to be based on scientific fact, and offer scientific
validity, but they have no meaning whatsoever in the individual case. If a test is said to offer a 60% probability
of establishing that a person is likely to suffer a heart-attack, am I in the
60% category of the sick or in the 40% category of the well? No-one can tell me this, but human nature
being as it is, all 100% of us are unlikely to sleep easily at night with such
a statistic hovering over our heads. And
yet we may never fall ill.”
And
again, “Once in hospital hands, we often
find they never let us go, for one test or another, imperfect as all tests must
be, may surprisingly often yield a slightly ambiguous result which demands a
different test or a further check-up later on, leaving us forever waiting for
what we anticipate may be a dreaded result, as though shackled to a permanent
pathological prognosis. This is a
depressingly frequent occurrence, for no doctor appears to dare sign us off for
fear of future repercussions.”
I
will leave it to the lovely British doctor in the programme to confirm what I
so deeply believe in. “We are frightening well people”, she
said. And what I particularly liked was
her conclusion. “We are seeking technological solutions to existential solutions. We all have to get old, we all have to die,
we all have to lose people we love. We are devoting resources to worrying the
well”. It is rare for anybody in what I call this
medicalized society, particularly a medical practitioner, to state this so
clearly and so baldly. Modern society is
in danger of adopting a mind-set which devotes too much time to searching for
pathological symptoms instead of concentrating upon nurturing the valuable
aspects of our life, and accepting the natural course of life, which may or may not
include illness, but will inevitably conclude in death.
I have just come across the phrase
“the discovery of hidden truths” in a video of Liu Lihong, my host in China, on the
website www.classicalchinesemedicine.org
. Once he was introduced to five element
acupuncture, Liu Lihong very quickly
recognized that here was a hidden truth which he wanted me, as an inheritor of
this lineage of acupuncture, to return to China, where up to this moment he
felt it lay buried.
I love the expression
“the discovery of hidden truths”, because I think it reflects something very
fundamental about human nature. We can
all be said to be discoverers of hidden truths, those which lie hidden within
each one of us. The older I get, the
more aware I become of these layers of hidden truths within me, and constantly
surprise myself by the fresh discoveries about myself which life forces me to
make even after all the many years of living which I trail behind me.
Today, for instance, this
phrase stimulated another thought. Could
all our lives be said to be lifelong attempts to discover more and more who
we really are, where the “hidden truth” of ourselves really is? Can we, indeed, ever say that we know
ourselves completely? Here another
quotation, this time from the Bible, springs to my mind: “For now we see
through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then
shall I know even as also I am known.”
Perhaps, indeed, we always peer "through a glass darkly" at life, with only occasional glimpses of all that lies within us, all these hidden truths which age reveals only slowly to us.
What
a very odd term this is, some of my readers may say. It is one I heard for the first time a few
days ago, but is apparently one used by all modern office workers. It appears that it is very common now for
those working in offices to share desk space with others. Presumably the term has something to do with
keeping an office space warm for another person. Office workers are now peripatetic; they are
asked to wander around each day looking for a desk on which to put their
laptop and, presumably, also any personal belongings they have. They stay there only as long as they need to,
placing their things for safekeeping in a personal locker before leaving work.
I
was told of a senior member of staff who had worked from her own office all her
working life, but who now had been told that she, too, needs to take part in
this daily scramble for desk space. She
is appalled by this, and feels totally uprooted. Where can she put the photos of her family
with which she likes to surround herself as she works? And does she have to get rid of her pot
plants which she tenders so lovingly each day?
I
wonder what the thinking behind this is, apart, presumably, to save space. If desk spaces are freed up when people are
out of the office, I assume this makes it possible to cram more people into
ever smaller spaces. But what may be the
human cost of learning to view your office, not as a place where you establish
a second home (your own desk, your own things), but as a public space available
to anybody? Has anybody calculated that?
I wonder whether anybody has thought to
measure the comparative job satisfaction of having a familiar against an
unfamiliar, ever-changing place of work?
Would it not be as though every day you have to search for a new home
which you have to try to make your own? From a five element point of view, what does
this do to office workers’ Earth element, the element which so strongly wants
to make every place where it rests its home?
This
reminds me of a patient of mine who came to me because her ankles had suddenly
swollen so badly that she could hardly walk.
After enquiring carefully about what was happening when this trouble
first appeared, it apparently coincided with when she was promoted and moved to
an office on her own. Aware that she was
Earth, and therefore, as are all Earth people, is happiest in the company of
people, viewing her fellow office workers as a kind of work family who surround
her, I asked her whether she liked this.
It turned out that she hated working on her own in this way. With my knowledge of the Earth element
prompting me, I asked whether she could move somebody else in with her. She was not sure whether this would be
possible, but then, as often happens, the fates intervened. The management wanted to rearrange office
space and asked her whether she minded sharing her room with two others. Of course she agreed. Very soon after this, and with the additional
help of treatment on the Earth element, the swelling on her ankles disappeared.
I
always attributed the rather sudden disappearance of her symptoms to her Earth
element’s relief at no longer working alone.
Perhaps symbolically her swollen ankles were Earth’s way of immobilizing
her, trying to fix a home for her within herself when her actual office home
had become too lonely for her. Once the
office had returned to being a comfortable place peopled by others, it could be
said that her body could now return to its normal shape, no longer needing to
try to find its own stability within itself, which is one way of viewing her
swollen legs. Fanciful though this might
seem to some people, I don’t think it is.
Our physical symptoms always in some way reflect what is going on
emotionally within us.
I thought of this patient today, although she came many years ago, because she is
further evidence to me of how any environment we are in, office as well as
home, will affect our emotional well-being, either positively or
negatively. I suspect office planners
rarely think of this when designing how their office spaces should be used.
The
trouble with being Fire is that I share Fire’s burden of always needing to
communicate with other people wherever I am.
I can do this through speech, of course, but communicating through our
eyes is just as, if not more, powerful.
Yesterday the phrase “I wear people down with my smile” occurred to me
after I had passed another person in the street, and, yet again flashing a smile
at them, realised that they were reluctant to engage with me, indeed looked a
bit dismayed at being asked to respond to my invitation.
Each
element has its own burdens. Fire’s are
associated with its overwhelming need to relate to others. I must now think of those of the other
elements, and will write more about this when I have done a bit more
thinking. It is far easier to write
about what affects our own element.
Imagining oneself in the skin of another element is always more
complicated, even if, like me, one has tried to do this for years.
It's good to hear of
scientific proof that acupuncture works, even if only in rats. In an article in the Guardian (22 July 2015),
researchers in the States found that the acupuncture point St 36 reduced “chronic stress-induced
depressive and anxious behaviour in animals".
But then we know that
acupuncture reduces “stress-induced depressive and anxious behaviour” for many
other conditions, not only in animals but, much more importantly, in humans,
too. And also, that it is not only St
36, but many, many other points which do this.
I wonder whether the rats
used in the experiment might all have had Earth as their guardian element!
There are many ways to learn, but
for me none nicer than to put my feet up in front of the TV and watch
sport. I have a particular affinity for
cricket because of what happened in my childhood. In those days there was no TV, of course, but
sport was brought to us through the radio.
I succumbed to scarlet fever and had to be put in quarantine for six
weeks to protect my younger brothers, because in the days before antibiotics
scarlet fever was considered to be a dangerous illness. So there I was stuck in a bedroom on my own
upstairs away from all the family, and with only the radio to keep me company. As luck would have it, a famous cricket
series between England and Australia was being
played, and there were a lot of exciting matches to listen to. I had no idea about the subtleties of cricket
which I was listening to (what was a “silly mid-off”, for example?), but I got
hooked, and once hooked this interest in cricket has stayed with me all my
life, to the extent that not long ago I went to my first cricket match to experience it at first-hand. It was only then that I realised just how
fast people bowled, and how dangerous a cricket ball could be.
For anybody reading this who may
be interested in cricket, and particularly those in Australia who will be aware that we
are in the midst of an Ashes series, there is a further lesson about the Fire
element which my TV watching is teaching me at the moment. There has been a surprising turn-around in
the fortunes of the two teams, with the English team suddenly transformed from
a rather dour, inhibited group of players into a cheerful, expansive (and
successful) team. And what do TV
commentators, and I, too, attribute this success to? To the injection into the team of some new
Fire people. As one commentator said
about one of them, “It’s good to see a smile on his face.” Looking carefully at the whole team, I
realised that three of its new members appear not only to be Fire, but a very outgoing
kind of Fire, probably with the Three Heater as their dominant official, for
they all seem to be what we could call “the life and soul of the party”, a
Three Heater characteristic.
So if you can catch a few moments
watching cricket on TV over the next couple of months, look out for the
following cricketers for clear evidence of the exuberance of Fire: Joe Root (in particular), Mark Ward and Jos
Buttler. And for Australians reading
this, it is worth looking at their
captain, Michael Clarke, who I think is also Fire, but a much quieter Fire,
probably with its official the Heart Protector rather than the Three Heater.
Thus do I continue to learn
whilst enjoying myself!