A question that comes up very frequently is where did I develop the healing powers that I use to help people get better fast?
A few important experiences led me to learning how to be a healer. I already had it in me but had no idea what to do with it. I started out, believe it or not, by trying to help people in the street.
Many many years ago I found an epileptic lying on the street having a seizure--I helped him and within a year or so after that time I began martial art.
My first experience with healing was with a fellow student who had been kicked and fell and hit his head on the concrete floor. With no training whatsoever I did what came instinctively. All the students and the teacher in that class became hysterical because this student was convulsing.
His head and neck were the same size. He stopped breathing; he was turning purple and I did the only thing that seemed to make sense--I pounded on his chest, which in reality was CPR and the following day the paramedic that removed him from the school came back and told my teacher that the person that worked on him the day before, which was me, saved his life. That was the start of my healing career.
Shortly after, I started Tai Chi. Within a year or two of starting Tai Chi, I returned to my first martial art teacher because I knew that he knew an acupuncturist who was teaching students.
Acupuncture was kept "secret" in those days and my acupuncture teacher made me promise I would use what he taught me "professionally." After careful questioning of my character and intentions, my acupuncture teacher started studying Tai Chi with me and a year or so later, I started studying acupuncture with him.
Then in 1979, a few years later, I learned one of the early Chiropractic techniques from a famous Chiropractic teacher named Dr. Lamar Rosquist from Salt Lake City, Utah. He took me under his wing and taught me orthomolecular nutrition, muscle response testing (Kinesiology), Chiropractic manipulation and many other diversified techniques.
When I met Dr. Rosquist, I was already practicing acupuncture and teaching Tai Chi for a living. I was able to infuse my newly learned technical training into my patient treatment repertoire.
Through Dr. Rosquist I was introduced to his partner of many years, Dr. Gary Whitley, the best Chiropractor I know. Dr. Whitley is a "genius" and a "true healer." He is as proficient in his art, Chiropractic, as I am in mine.
Dr. Whitley has become one of my best friends. Gary Whitley tries to teach me to be compassionate whenever he gets a chance--we're both winning.
I retired as of November 1985 from the healing profession and no longer accept or treat patients or clients. (Correction: I now have an Illinois State Acupuncture License and have come out of my "Treatment Closet.")
I now help people in much larger ways than before. I now specialize in my "Energy Work."
Teaching through PERSONAL POWER TRAINING enables me to help people in more important ways than if I were a Chiropractor. With every Chiropractor that I train in my art (Chi Kung), I can now indirectly help thousands of other people. This is more important.
MEDICINE MAN MEETS MEDICINE MAN
In September on 1979, on an Indian reservation called the White Mountain Fort Apache Reservation, in a town called Cibecue, a senior Medicine Man of the Apache tribe named Nick
Thompson, age 69, suffered a stroke leaving him paralyzed on the right side. He could not walk, could not see out of his right eye, and had a "total sensory deficit" on the right side.
About two weeks after he suffered the stroke, a friend of Nick's, a white man, went home to visit his family in southern Illinois. He then spent some time in Chicago visiting a friend who was a student of mine at The Chicago Tai Chi Academy, where an ancient Chinese martial art for health and self defense is taught. While here, he asked me, because of my experience in acupuncture and other healing arts, whether there was any hope for the old man.
There were no promises given, but arrangements were made for me to travel to the reservation to spend possibly up to three weeks with Nick. I left right away and spent two and a half weeks living on the reservation, treating him daily.
When I first got there, he was just coming down with what appeared to be pneumonia. So the first thing I had to do was alleviate the threat of pneumonia, which would complicate things considerably if allowed to continue.
After a few days, the respiratory problem cleared up and muscle testing and other diagnostic techniques were begun to determine the cause of the stroke. According to acupuncture theory, there are about 18 possible categories of stroke. Nick's symptoms fit a "classic" type. From conversations with his family, it was clear that Nick had a liver and heart related stroke. This was confirmed by pulse diagnosis (not the same as Western medicine), indicating excesses and deficiencies in each acupuncture meridian, 14 in all.
First, I applied an "emergency treatment" to balance his body and open channels for treatment to occur more efficiently. After that, I treated specifically for the type of stroke that Nick had. After about five of six days, Nick began to show slight movement in his paralyzed leg. Within the first week, we helped him walk, supporting him on our shoulders.
The treatments were composed of daily massage, acupuncture treatments and therapy to increase his activity, circulation, and range of motion. The second week, his sense of humor improved and his strength increased.
Sight returned to his right eye, swelling at the side of his head disappeared, he was able to hear more clearly, and he was able to speak understandable English. When I first arrived, his own family could not understand him when he spoke Apache, let alone English. Toward the end of the second week, he promised me that in two days he would be walking alone, without
assistance. A couple of days before this promise, his wife had to come and get me early in the morning to get Nick up off the floor.
He had been practicing walking with his cane, fell down in the middle of the room, and was unable to get up. His wife was unable to lift his 175 pounds and I had to struggle to get him back to bed.
Because of their poverty, people on the reservation have a diet consisting largely of white flour, white sugar and corn meal. Most of them were extremely overweight and had many health problems. I was able to influence some of Nick's younger relatives to improve their diet, but not Nick himself.
Two days after his promise, Nick walked on his own with a cane. I was scheduled to return home in two days after this. The day before I left, I gave Nick the final treatment. This consisted of touching with our hands important points on each of the acupuncture meridians, all at the same time, with the help of eight of Nick's relatives and friends, with the intention of "pooling and transferring" their energy into Nick's weak body so that his progress would continue after I had gone.
At the time of the last treatment, he had become strong enough and independent enough to resist us. After some convincing on my part, he accepted the treatment from myself and his relatives.
Arrangements were made for me to fly back for three days of treatment in the middle of January 1980 to continue his recovery. Shortly before I was to leave, Nick's son told me by telephone that it was not necessary to make the trip because Nick had regained use of his paralyzed right arm.
This was the goal of the cumulative acupuncture treatments.
While I was there, I also treated other members of Nick's family. One was a 16 year old girl weighing 260 pounds. After two treatments with instructions on self treatment using her own hands, she lost about 30 pounds by January. Her father, who had been severely burned on his arm and hand from insecticides five years earlier, received two treatments and reported in January that the residual rash from these burns had completely been alleviated.
Many of the Indians were afraid that I was practicing magic or witchcraft and a lot of time was spent with them explaining what acupuncture was and how it can work. They expected that an old Chinese doctor was coming to heal their medicine man. Boy, were they surprised to see me!
It was a most rewarding experience to be accepted and trusted by an Apache family in such extreme conditions. Nick told me that I was closer to him than most of his relatives, because I came such a long distance to try to help.
At the time of the last communication with Nick's friends, Nick was riding his horse again as of early 1988.