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I had come here to listen to a doctor about Ayurveda. It was an ancient Indian holistic science and at its foundation stood the three humors. One was like sludge. One was like fire. The last one was like wind. These three humors were in everybody. I had them. We all have them. But in different mixes. The thing then was to find your mix. See how unbalanced you were and put things back into balance. You did it with herbs, the right diet, and the right life-style. Even the environment you lived in was critical. So were the people you were associated with. It was this all-encompassing science of well-being. It really was.

I mean there was so much to explore here. This doc was a spell-binder. He even talked in a sing-song way to you. At times he would get agitated, but he would quickly correct himself. We all looked at our tongues and learned to take our pulses to discover the humor mix in each of us.

Yeah, there were a lot of desperate people at this little talk. The message seemed to be that emotional problems generated imbalances between the humors. It was important to love the body and let the process of healing become an emotional one. All stress led to imbalance. Duh. This often lead to a subtle dis-ease. Dis-ease generated a lot of toxins in the body and they could spread all over it. It was critical to localize and then release them. Most dis-ease was pretty self-regulating, if caught in time. That's what meditation and herbs were all about.

It was really important to know your limits. The humor mix told you these limits in a very personal way. Most wind illnesses involved toxins in the colon. Poorly digested food often turned toxic and blocked the colon. Thus food actually could turn into poison. This was kind of scary. The big C was a wind derangement. It was repressed emotion in a most lethal form. This weakened the immune system and allowed toxins to accumulate in the organs. But it was more complicated than that. Junk emotions were a form of psychic pollution and eating in a lousy mood often harmed the digestive process. Turning often pretty good food into physical pollution. Most people were on a slow suicide trip.

Financial speculation was a wind deranged activity. Our very culture was wind deranged. Our culture moved too fast. We had now created a technological dark age. The pace seemed to enflame our psycho-emotional constitutions. On a subconscious level I had already exited the market. This action would ultimately manifest in about nine months and I would be back with the doc again. This guy had put the final nail in the options coffin. He really did.

But the doc wasn't finished. He urged all of us to identify emotions as they came up and then quickly detach yourself from them. Repressing them was suicide. It was important to listen to the body. If you were hungry it was important not to eat too much. If you weren't it was important not to snack. If you were tired then it was important to rest. RELEASE was the buzz word. Blow your nose! Fart! Belch! Piss! Shit! Don't keep it in! Social etiquette be damned. It was more important not to accumulate toxins in the body and psyche. It was kind of like vipassana. Let every emotion come up. Identify, experience, and release it.

The doc talked about relationships as well. As far as he was concerned, they were sacred mirrors. All conflict was an opportunity for an intense learning experience. Emotions needed to be resolved. That's what life experience was for. Intimacy needed clarity. Clarity brought compassion and love. Love was never blind. Only fixation was. Love brought ultimate healing. Unresolved emotions brought up problems.

Love of life was the law of life. This wasn't really Buddhist. I think the Hindus are a hell of a lot more like us. Ah, well, anyway. Fear and anxiety led to judgment. This blocked love. All conflict implied a lack of communication. Communication was possible if both partners could learn to listen with an empty mind. This wasn't easy. Listening with an empty mind was an art. If listening was not clear, all metaphysical practice was just circus. You had to forgive. This was like a final forgetting. So forget and live the next moment. Real togetherness was real perception. Not mechanical routines, you know what I mean?



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