@roamer_1, I thought you might be particularly interested in this one. It provides an explanation as to why western medication might work well for some and not so much for others. Pretty interesting if you can make it through the dense prose of a NYT article.
“We’re dancing with the devil here,†Kaptchuk once told me, by way of demonstrating that he was aware of the risks he’s taking in using science to investigate a phenomenon it defined only to exclude.
Good morning
@Sanguine It is a beautiful day here in NW Montana - Blowy and snowy... and not much for sun this morning while I took my coffee outside... An act which has bearing upon this article, as I will explain later...
Thanks for the ping.
Indeed, it’s exactly that yearning that sickness seems to awaken and that our healers, imbued with the power of science, purport to provide, no imagination required. Armed with our confidence in them, we’re pleased to give ourselves over to their ministrations, and pleased to believe that it’s the molecules, and the molecules alone, that are healing us. People do like to be cheated, after all.
It is amusing to me that the 'dense prose' (neatly described, btw) of the article all but avoided the one thing they are attempting to describe - Faith - Which is in all likelihood, more of a healer than the molecules they'd prefer. That would neither surprise me, nor would it be particularly unexpected... Faith is always ignored by Man, more so since the supposed enlightenment.
Some things, I would posit, are effected by the very act of scrutiny.
As an aside, I did find quite a bit of humor in the description of acupuncture as a placebo - A practice which has proven effective for a thousand years, preemptively assumed to be placebo - The hubris of these people leads them astray. Like unto chiropractic care which, while unmentioned by this article, is also described as quackery, but which is a practice that anyone who works for a living can readily attest to as massively effective. In part, I would propose, that blinding hubris is passively described, and massively attested in this work.
I am however, mildly attracted to the notion of ritual as healing... I think there is something to that.
In my last business, the stress was killing me. I woke up every morning barfing blood, and donned the pressure of that job every day. It was desperately debilitating... But I found the oddest thing:
Every day, at precisely 10 am, I would find a pretty place in my travels, shut off my phone, remove my watch, retrieve my gear, and retire to the tailgate. There I would prepare something akin to high tea, in its more rudimentary sense. It wasn't about taking a break ~Time ceased~ It was about lighting off the stove... and then the boil... and then the steep... and then the cooling... Even the fancy cookie (strictly limited to one or two) had its place. I found such peace in this little ritual that my health improved dramatically, and the stresses of my daily work became manageable.
Likewise today - Since my illness, I have had the worst time maintaining circadian rhythm. Pain has wholly removed it from me, too sore to sleep when I should, leading to a crash-and-burn in the middle of the day... treating this medically has been unproductive to say the least. What has treated it is again, ritual. There is something healing in an old routine I have recently rediscovered.
Up sometime between 6 and 7am, the coffee is on (another ritual thing, that making of coffee in the morning), There is peace in putting on winter gear - something I have done a million times - stepping into my muks like I always have (walking out to the barn for chores most of my life) - And me and the dog stepping out into the brisk pre-dawn... He for his morning constitutional, and me to sit on the tailgate and watch the sun come up. Turns out this simple thing, so often practiced, has been the only thing to anchor my rhythm. and what a wonderful, peaceful time.
I wonder if that is why I find natural medicines to be far more effective - The preparation, somewhat like the anticipation being the first 'bite' of cookies when you smell them in the oven - Perhaps that preparation adds authenticity to the medicine that merely opening a pill bottle does not fulfill.
I don't think that is exactly right - A healer would tell you that the medicine gives the body the tools it needs, but it is the spirit (faith) that does the healing. Something I intuitively understand, the way I was raised up.