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The Physician's Home Pharmacy
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Over the time that you're in Heilkunst Treatment, you'll no doubt hear me speak of one healative natural remedy or another when acute issues flare up. I decided to go through my home pharmacy and itemize all of its content for you so that you can ascertain what might be of benefit to you and your family.
As you no doubt know, these supplements aren't going to cure your chronic illnesses, but will help to support your healing power while you're en route to a deeper cure through your Heilkunst treatment.
While I've included images of the types of products we use in our own home, it is only a suggestion, as your local health food store may carry different brands. The principle behind the supplement is more important than the brand that you use. For a more comprehensive First Aid Homeopathy course, see our Webinar here.
Solé Brine - is a miracle remedy derived from Himalayan Rock Salt that you prepare yourself. Taken internally, it washes away infectious matter, keeps the body's pH level at a healthy alkaline, and if bathed in, can eradicate skin issues.
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WFHM Issue #13
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Click below to see the preview of this month's great content.
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Patient's Testimonial
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"I'm trying to strip myself down to my barest essentials so I can figure out where I begin and where the woman the world told me to be begins. I'm going back to the starting line. I wan tto unlearn all the stuff that made me sick and angry. I don't want to xome to the end of my life and discover that I never even knew myself. "
~Glenn Doyle Melton - "Love Warrior"
Arcanum Wholistic Clinic
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I'm not really one for New Year's resolutions. I don't even start new protocols on a Monday after I realized years ago that I was setting myself up for failure if starting something new with a bang. My resonance organs dictate a mindfulness in motion that begs me to be accountable to myself each and every day; self-love is a continually evolving gesture of self-honour and self-care.
After sitting for three days a week in clinic I typically feel compelled to go on a mini-pilgrimage, usually this takes form as a good 10-12 km romp into the town or hills where I live... and my step counter will show about 17,000 steps by the end of the day. Jeff and I generally enjoy the same jaunt together on the weekend. During the week, I tend to engage in an hour of something each day; I love swimming, hiking the cobbled streets where we live, taking photographs, and enjoying an hour of yoga twice a week to ensure I'm maintaining upper body strength.
I do not love plank poses, although I do love the way they make me feel when I'm regularly engaged with my practice. A thirty minute daily meditation also is part of my regular regimen. You may ask how I find the time... well, it has taken me twenty years to unhook from a life of obligation and now my health soars, with few supplements, by allowing my spirit to be free of living totally out of obligation. A decade ago, my goal was to craft a life that I no longer felt I needed a vacation from, and this goal has most definitely been achieved!
Continue reading here...
This month we've included an article on sound regimen practices to assist your efforts, along with a rumination on becoming a whole, juicy woman (or man) of substance.
Much love from here,
Allyson and Jeff
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In Gratitude - 'Tis The Season
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While attending University, way back when, I used to board with a great big Irish Catholic family. Actually, there were once seven children at home but when I arrived on the scene to rent a room, only the mother and one daughter were left at home. The young woman and I both attended the University of Toronto at the same College.
When I came downstairs one day the mother, H. (I'll call her), wearing a surgeon's mask, was stripping the paint from around the oak window casings with a small blow torch and a paint scraper. She was singing softly to herself. I tried to creep by without disturbing her as she seemed so intent on her task. She called out, "Is that you Allyson?" I replied, "Yes, I've come down to make some breakfast."
I recall commenting on the incredible amount of work she was doing and that it might take a year, or more, for her to strip all the windows in the house, including the stained glass ones, and wasn't she afraid of burning the wood or torching the glass? She responded that it was therapy for her after the decades of work at Queen's Park as an assistant to a prominent political member. She was now retired and it seemed stripping windows of their white paint was how she'd decided to best fill her days. At the time, I didn't understand why a retired person wasn't out scuba diving or lunching with a whole gaggle of friends.
She continued, saying that she wove her prayers into the vapour from the torch, that they would be carried heavenward with each bubble of paint that she scraped from the sill. During the hotter summer months, she'd often strip the paint for 8-9 hour stretches in her panties and a loose t-shirt.
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Closing Quote
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Sometimes when you're in a dark place, you think you've been buried, but you've actually been planted
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