Donald Trump’s Homeopathic Remedy, a Postscript. Does he need Benzene petroleum?

When a client asks me, “What have you got for sinus congestion?” or “what can you do for headaches?” a stock rejoinder is “you are not a car!” I can replace a car’s exhaust system without having any effect on its starter system (and vice versa). You, on the other hand, are an organic entity within which all functions are connected. Your sinuses or your head won’t be dealt with separately by a homeopath such as myself.  A better outcome can be expected from taking your case in comprehensive mind/body fashion.

But fess up. You, me, every one of us at times considers the feelings of a beloved car.

Let’s start with those pangs of guilt experienced upon surrendering my old and worn out car. It’s an extension of myself after all, one that for years has faithfully conveyed me to work, to weddings, on vacation sojourns, through dead of the night emergency visits to the doctor, to reconnections with distant friends, on visits to my daughter at colleges. TRADING IT IN? Are you kidding me? For some shiny, show-offy, metal sleekster that can’t hold a spark plug to my old 2004 Impreza? Give me a break!

Anyhow, glad to find out it’s not just me: http://www.citylab.com/navigator/2014/08/its-just-not-that-easy-to-get-rid-of-your-car/379082/

Am casting back to a wonderful old 1988 tank of a Volvo I once drove. With minimal coaxing from me could squeeze itself into the tiniest of parking spaces, intimidate other vehicles with its bulk to make me feel comfortable on the road. Behind the wheel was like being in the cocoon-like cockpit of a Boeing 707. Just to prove its loyalty the big lug decided to hate my then girlfriend. Short-circuited its lights and radio, refused to start, deflated one of its tires the moment she put herself behind the wheel.  Not have feelings, indeed!

And then there was the business with the psychic I hired. She asked for a personal possession of mine to hold when requesting spiritual assistance in locating a missing address book. Emerging from her trance, she dreamily looked at me and confessed “I have no idea where your address book is. But your car loves you!” That was right on. The item she was clutching was the ignition key for my 1971 Volkswagen Bug with 180,000 miles that I maintained in impeccable fashion, mostly out of gratitude for its having delivered me from a hellish existence in New York City to a new life in the city I now call home.

What accounts for any of this? Firstly, in extending our capabilities our technology generates and inhabits a highly personal force field pulsating with our will and emotions.  When encountering the field of a stranger’s force field, that of my girlfriend’s for example, it  understandably takes umbrage.

Less surprising then, eh? When the loss of my long-term car companion needs be grieved? It’s a piece of myself being given up after all. Will take a while before my new car and I once again achieve that kind of rapport. Guess I’ll give it a chance though….

As a homeopath I have yet to treat anyone for grief after the loss of his or her car. But a related issue is found among other individuals such as those prone to hoarding. Troubled backgrounds and pathological bereavement then lends itself to homeopathic remedy prescriptions such as Nat Mur, Ignatia, or Phosphoric Acid.

Interestingly, two of the most important remedies for inconsolability relating to lost possession (albeit usually under humiliating conditions), Kali Brom and Aurum address spiritually disconsolate version of grief. Being deprived of objects in which we find ourselves invested thus can stoke feelings that we have displeased (Aurum) or been abandoned by God (Kali Brom) .

Grieving the surrender of a car is nothing to be ashamed of since within every grief it is ourselves for whom we mourn. All loss contains a spiritual challenge. Talk to your homeopath about it!

Hi! Let’s get started!

Come with me. We are heading in the direction of the salon.

So now first thing, get your foot in the door. Yikes, it’s crowded in here!

As a warm up roll your eyes, raise an eyebrow or two and sniff, disdainfully if you like. Here we go, let’s elbow our way into the room.

Okay, time to stand out! One, two keep your chin up! Three four curl that upper lip. Four five hold your head up high.

No one’s paying any attention! Six, seven, raise your hackles!

Arrgh, there’s that awful Agnes over at the refreshment station.

Eight nine, keep abreast!.

Ten eleven, put your lips into a pout. You’re doing fine!

Twelve thirteen, hold your haunches! She’s heading over here toting way too many water bottles.

Fourteen fifteen, lift a finger to help!

Whew! You’ve had enough?

Ok, but reach down deep and give me one more!

Sixteen seventeen,

Put your foot down!

You know all those 2.7 million Chevy cars that have to be recalled? As a homeopath, could have told you that Cobalt is an unfortunate name for a car: the word derives from a German word, Kobold meaning “evil sprite,” reflecting the undesirability of the metal that had been discovered.  The homeopathic  remedy made from Cobalt heals individuals who feel like they are guilty of a notorious crime and that their sinful act is public. Exactly the fate that befell GM after news of the company’s faulty ignition system could no longer be suppressed and became widely known.

Is the Blues treatable via homeopathy? Let’s repertorize the problem and find out!

A Case of the Blues
Taken by Jerry M. Kantor, Lic. Ac., CCH, RSHom (NA)

MIND
Blamed but he don’t care.
Certain, ain’t gonna be no one’s dog.
Has got ramblin’ on his mind.
Tired of livin’ but scared of diein’.

Delusion: She can make a dress out of a feedbag, and make a man out of you.
Delusion: Is a poor boy, ‘long way from home.
Delusion: Is getting’ ready for the Cypress Grove.
Delusion: Cannot seem to find his walkin’ shoes.
Delusion: Is a candy man (Merc. Sol).
Delusion: That the Devil made him do it.

RELATIONSHIP
Another mule is kickin’ in his stall.
His wife got a fistful of gimme and a mouth full of much obliged.

FOOD AND DRINK
Everything tastes like the Blues, especially, Blues was in his breakfast and in his bread.
Craves a pig foot and a bottle of beer.

HEAD
Filled with a notion that he should throw himself in the river and drown.

LARYNX
Hollers, (Concomitants: jumps and shouts).

FACE
Cannot show it in town.

MODALITIES
Better from: a spoonful of whiskey; light from the Midnight Special shining down on him.
Worse from: working for the man.

EXTREMITIES
Knee bones shakin’.

VERTIGO
Worse from: being low down and dirty.

CHEST
Downhearted.

CHILL
Every now and then a cold chill comes over him.

MALE
Most of the time has got his mojo workin’. Hoochie Coochie. Full grown man.

FEMALE
Meanest woman in town.

SKIN
Tendency to be buckshot when he stands still, but cut when he runs.

VISION
Some of these Alabama women, they all appear to look like section men.

HEARING
A black snake moan. That his wife done left him, and his girlfriend, too. A lonesome train whistle blows.

Remedy Possibilities: Lachesis, Lycopodeum, Sulphur, Lac Caninum, Mercurius, Kali Brom, Psorinum. But we must accept a real possibility that there just ain’t no cure.

Let’s discuss the well-known Curse of the Bambino.  This refers to the Boston Red Sox’ inability to win a World Series after basically giving away to the New York Yankees, and for a piddling amount of cash, Babe Ruth, who as it would turn out would become widely recognized as the greatest player in the history of baseball. In 2004 with the Red Sox’ miraculous come from behind playoff win against the Yankees, and their subsequent rout of the National League’s St. Louis Cardinals the infamous Curse was finally, and after 86 years was put to rest. How did this come about? Homeopathy provides the answer.

The power of the curse was not mystical. Rather, it represented an entrenched fear and its related behavioral rigidity. States of stuckness of exactly this sort are routinely identified by classical homeopaths as underlying disease states in their patients. But “remedy states” need not be cured by homeopathic remedies alone. Homeopathic “behavior” can also do the trick.

The fear underlying the Curse of the Bambino was that team management might again some day commit an error as serious as giving away Babe Ruth, the great Bambino. The associated rigidity is: beware of making any baseball trades that are even remotely suggestive of this possibility. When installed as a core front office belief a fear such as this delimits managerial flexibility, creativity, and thereby places the team at a disadvantage with respect to other teams in the trading marketplace.

There exists a shibboleth in baseball that the value of even a handful of good players cannot equate that of a single great player. The reason for this is that truly great players are irreplaceable while many even very good players can be readily exchanged for others having equal value. Avoidance of any such trade would be fully in keeping with the fear and associated rigidity of the Bambino Curse. Now, homeopathy teaches that “Like Cures Like.”  Thus, the homeopathically recommended way out of the dilemma is to indeed engage with the original error, but to perpetrate a micro-dosage of the mistake. Yes, facing the demon once and for all is better than doing nothing.

Nomar Garciaparra the Red Sox shortstop had been anointed the greatest Red Sox player since Ted Williams by no less a luminary than Ted Williams himself. Yet in 2004 General Manager Theo Epstein was inspired to trade the inimical and  irreplaceable Garciaparra for three talented but lesser lights: outfielder Dave Roberts, and infielders Orlando Cabrerra and Doug Mentkiewicz. The day on which the trade was announced talk show radio hosts went berserk. The trade was denounced in the newspapers as another Babe Ruth giveaway.

One can of course say that the team’s improved chemistry due to the three new players, each of whom went on to play significant roles in the Red Sox’ 2004 triumph that lifted the Bambino’s curse. I would argue that it was Epstein’s fear-dispelling moxie that did the trick, thereby liberating the team to perform at its optimal level.

The author demonstrating the homeopathic rebound, what goes down must come up! Bungie jumping off of the Bloucrans Gorge Bridge in South Africa, the world’s highest bungie jump launch site!