Yin Tang...Hoooooooo...
Ni Hao,
Definitely not sure of the spelling of any of the mandarin phrases used in this post, but I can now officially say that I am a man of many means and talents. Not only am I a computer Jedi, a project management ninja and a fatherhood guru, I am now also in the process of healing and becoming a healer. Yes, my friends, Travis has boldly gone where no man has gone before (and for those fellow healers, I do not mean the dreaded Dumai 1), I have travelled the ancient eastern-medicine road and have lived to tell about it. The photo above is but a glimpse of my healing process. I have a needle smack in the middle of the Yin Tang point. This point is meant to relax (which it is obviously accomplishing) and calm even the most frenetic of energies. This was but one of 25 needles that I had in me at one time. The others needles were all in my stomach. Ohh, did I mention they had 9 million jiga-watts of power surging through them. Enough juice to cause my stomach to convulse. Yet another skill I have mastered, that of focus and serenity in the face of immense distraction and pain. The treatment protocol was one that was performed by my increasingly confident wife who has cleverly brought to the old Angel household these TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine) techniques.
Now, as for me being a healer, hello people, I have not been allowed to touch the needles yet, but will work my way up to that eventually. For now, I am a guasha samurai and a cupping master. I have been taught these arts in a very short time and am quite good. I’m thinking of opening up my own little clinic somewhere and just cupping to my heart’s content. It’s definitely my favorite of the eastern techniques. Let’s be real, it involves alcohol, cotton balls, hemostats, different sized glass fishbowl looking cups, exposed flesh and flame, I mean come on, if that doesn’t say sign me up, I don’t know what does. The best is when you are done being cupped, you have giant hickeys on your back that look like you have had an intensely passionate experience with a troop of blowfish who were confused and became suck-fish. My first experience cupping a patient only saw a few problems, excessive burning of the cotton (which had they burned much longer may have resulted in an inferno), knocking over the alcohol (and being glad the fire didn’t burn too out of control) and the need to quickly cover the exposed flesh after being cupped. But, as I mentioned, I am now a cupping sage, a master, a prodigy.....perhaps I’ve found my calling.
As they say in the TCM homeland.....bai bai.....
Yours in cupping,
Sensei Angel......Hai.....
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
