Sometimes I am glad humanity has not reached the stage of effortless telepathy yet…
Two days ago, I found myself doing cognitive-behavioural therapy (and subtle energy healing) with a young lady who was suffering from stress-induced headaches. After carefully enquiring what the stress was about, I found out, over about 30 minutes of using every Contact and Listening skill I possess, that she had “shamed” herself by getting physically involved with a man before marriage. That’s a big big thing here.
She started to feel she could trust me to the point where she enquired what might happen on her wedding night with a different man in the future. Would he realise?! Apparently, both the groom’s and bride’s families wait outside the door while the newly-weds do what newly-weds do, and the families want to know if the girl was “pure” or not as soon as it is over. Blimey o’reilly!
I drew her diagrams of how female anatomy is laid out in the appropriate areas, so she could work out to what extent her previous adventure had generated any consequences. This is when I found out she also had a fungal infection, so I suggested the sort of medicine which can be bought over the counter that works for that.
She left the consultation a little while later, saying she felt much better about it all, and having got the hang of the four questions from Katie Byron’s “Work” that I had given her to work through her fears and false beliefs about herself.
Then today, a man I know from previous consultations came to visit, and he showed me some anti-fungal medicines for female private parts. I asked why on earth he had those, and he said his daughter had asked him to buy them on my advice, and he had a couple of questions on how she should apply the creams…
The penny dropped very loudly in my head at that point, and I double-checked and triple-checked every single word that came out of my mouth to make sure I did not reveal anything about her consultation!! And that’s when I was so very relieved that he could not pick up my thoughts or memories about what had been said, as that was pretty much all I could think about – him standing outside the door on her wedding night!!
All a bit of an eye-opener into a very different culture to my own. And I am grateful that my own openness to specific aspects of life makes patients feel at ease asking questions about them!
PS: Could someone tell me what’s going on with all the Emergency visits tonight? I have just had my THIRD emergency, which is a record for one night — so far, a European lady who fell into some nasty thorns and got a painful swollen arm from the poison very quickly, then a chef who sliced his finger open with a newly sharpened fish knife, and just now a grandfather with an acute asthma attack! Saturday night in Shela village 🙂
