Planet ISKCON

Listening to a series of lectures by Sacinandana Swami. He makes a point that I need to heed a little more.

(Based on Sridara Swami's maxim: "Be yourself and contribute.")

"When you are tired, then you need to rest. This is so simple. I remember Prabhupada used to send devotees to bed to rest. When you are tired you become miserable, can't understand anything even in the nicest seminars, develop water in the feet when you become older because the heart doesn't work correctly, etc. When we are tired we can rest a little bit more.

This point is so natural. When you are tired, this means that you are tried. It took me my fiftieth birthday to discover this. It is not maya, or anything else. This is my honest opinion. If you are tired: sleep!"

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I had my post-1st-year transfer-interview interview today. My supervisors were very pleased with the corrections and additions I made since the interview. Now I've utterly and completely passed my first year. Finally, the axe that has been floating over my head for the last 3 months has been lifted away completely.

Speaking with Rahil, a fellow PhD student, she said that it took her about a month to get back into what she was actually supposed to be doing. It takes a while for the fog-of-uncertainty to lift.

I had my post-1st-year transfer-interview interview today. My supervisors were very pleased with the corrections and additions I made since the interview. Now I've utterly and completely passed my first year. Finally, the axe that has been floating over my head for the last 3 months has been lifted away completely.

Speaking with Rahil, a fellow PhD student, she said that it took her about a month to get back into what she was actually supposed to be doing. It takes a while for the fog-of-uncertainty to lift.

I've uploaded the recordings of all the lectures and talks from my recent tour of Germany and Swansea. Please feel free to download and listen. You can find them here.

I've uploaded the recordings of all the lectures and talks from my recent tour of Germany and Swansea. Please feel free to download and listen. You can find them here.

Having gotten back from my tour of Germany I had an appointment with my doctor, Philip Weeks. I wasn't feeling too bad, so I decided to cancel. I really didn't feel like more traveling. I can't imagine how travel weary the ever-traveling Swamis must be.

Anyway, I found an answering machine message request that I keep my appointment anyway, even if I'm feeling better. Oh well, I thought, I'll go, after all, it's only 5 more hours of train riding. (I'm lucky to have a doctor who actually cares about his patients.)

Dr. Phil asked how I was doing, took my six pulses and refreshed the acupuncture treatment he has given me a few weeks before. Apparently, it had held quite well, though treatments do tend to fade away with time.

After some more diagnostics he decided to apply two more needles. This time in my armpits. The effect was far out: The weird tingling feeling that occurs when a needle connects with an acupuncture point shot down all the way to my hand, paralyzing my arm for about half a minute. Philip had triggered some major shifts of energy in my body.

The next day I felt a little better: digestion seemed to be working.

The day after I felt even better: I could once again digest rice. Oh happy day!

Ah, material happiness = relief from distress. Up and down I go. I hope this experience will prepare me to be more tolerant of the next "down". I'll still need to practice not to be too elated with this temporary "up". Good training for death, in any case.

Having gotten back from my tour of Germany I had an appointment with my doctor, Philip Weeks. I wasn't feeling too bad, so I decided to cancel. I really didn't feel like more traveling. I can't imagine how travel weary the ever-traveling Swamis must be.

Anyway, I found an answering machine message request that I keep my appointment anyway, even if I'm feeling better. Oh well, I thought, I'll go, after all, it's only 5 more hours of train riding. (I'm lucky to have a doctor who actually cares about his patients.)

Dr. Phil asked how I was doing, took my six pulses and refreshed the acupuncture treatment he has given me a few weeks before. Apparently, it had held quite well, though treatments do tend to fade away with time.

After some more diagnostics he decided to apply two more needles. This time in my armpits. The effect was far out: The weird tingling feeling that occurs when a needle connects with an acupuncture point shot down all the way to my hand, paralyzing my arm for about half a minute. Philip had triggered some major shifts of energy in my body.

The next day I felt a little better: digestion seemed to be working.

The day after I felt even better: I could once again digest rice. Oh happy day!

Ah, material happiness = relief from distress. Up and down I go. I hope this experience will prepare me to be more tolerant of the next "down". I'll still need to practice not to be too elated with this temporary "up". Good training for death, in any case.

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5:00am - all the devotees crowd into a house from a cold and windy mid-summer street in Swansea. The occasion: a pure devotee was departing. Devamrita Swami drove off as we all looked on.

Next stop for him: Finland.
Next stop for me: Manchester.

(also: I've post the pictures I took during the trip: take a look)

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5:00am - all the devotees crowd into a house from a cold and windy mid-summer street in Swansea. The occasion: a pure devotee was departing. Devamrita Swami drove off as we all looked on.

Next stop for him: Finland.
Next stop for me: Manchester.

(also: I've post the pictures I took during the trip: take a look)

I had recovered somewhat from exhaustion of the journey. Today was learning time. After the morning program I drove with my spiritual master to Dharmasetu's house where he was staying. While there I took instruction from both Vrikash and his wife. They are Indian (Gujarati) devotees who council young devotees in male/female issues. Time for me to learn to understand my emotional side, as deeply buried under my hard technical shell that it is. Also, some lessons in ironing.

A japa-walk on the beach, Sunday Feast program and good spiritual food (prasadam) and it was time to wrap things up. I, of course, apologies for all my stupidities, space-outs and offenses as I was accompanying my spiritual master. DS's response: "oh, you've committed no offenses!"

I had recovered somewhat from exhaustion of the journey. Today was learning time. After the morning program I drove with my spiritual master to Dharmasetu's house where he was staying. While there I took instruction from both Vrikash and his wife. They are Indian (Gujarati) devotees who council young devotees in male/female issues. Time for me to learn to understand my emotional side, as deeply buried under my hard technical shell that it is. Also, some lessons in ironing.

A japa-walk on the beach, Sunday Feast program and good spiritual food (prasadam) and it was time to wrap things up. I, of course, apologies for all my stupidities, space-outs and offenses as I was accompanying my spiritual master. DS's response: "oh, you've committed no offenses!"

Swansea was a veritable reunion. Many disciples and aspiring disciples magically materialized in Wales for our brief visit. Kishore Muri das, Simon (ex-yacht captain for the ultra-rich), Stambha Bhava das ("the right kind of ecstasy"), Simon (ex-carpenter who almost single-handedly built/is-building the new Cardiff soul centre), as well as ex-Manchesterites Dave and Hitesh were all present.

Very enthusiastic singing and dancing (kirtan). More rest for me. My health isn't what it used to be (back in 1994 when times were good - yeah right).

Devamrita Swami talked about the ISKCON organization and how people nowadays don't want to "join" a spiritual organization. Organized religion is an oxymoron. The folk notion is that: "only you can know what is right for your spiritual life". We therefore shouldn't hit people over the head with this notion of "joining-up", which might have been cool in the '70s, but doesn't strike a cord in today's world.

Swansea was a veritable reunion. Many disciples and aspiring disciples magically materialized in Wales for our brief visit. Kishore Muri das, Simon (ex-yacht captain for the ultra-rich), Stambha Bhava das ("the right kind of ecstasy"), Simon (ex-carpenter who almost single-handedly built/is-building the new Cardiff soul centre), as well as ex-Manchesterites Dave and Hitesh were all present.

Very enthusiastic singing and dancing (kirtan). More rest for me. My health isn't what it used to be (back in 1994 when times were good - yeah right).

Devamrita Swami talked about the ISKCON organization and how people nowadays don't want to "join" a spiritual organization. Organized religion is an oxymoron. The folk notion is that: "only you can know what is right for your spiritual life". We therefore shouldn't hit people over the head with this notion of "joining-up", which might have been cool in the '70s, but doesn't strike a cord in today's world.

Today we traveled by train to Cardiff, Wales. Vrikash and his wife picked us up from there and we drove on to Swansea. Dharmasetu and Karana Karana took very good care of Devamrita Swami. I could get some much needed rest.

Today we traveled by train to Cardiff, Wales. Vrikash and his wife picked us up from there and we drove on to Swansea. Dharmasetu and Karana Karana took very good care of Devamrita Swami. I could get some much needed rest.

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I spent the night at my parent's house and picked up my German driver's license in the morning. It had been quite an endeavor to get it exchanged for my US military license.

Devamrita Swami and I departed back to England. Dina Sarani departed back to Burg Hohenstein. Carana Renu had departed back to Slovenia the day before.

After a short flight, having arrived back in Manchester, I lost my keys in the taxi from the airport to my flat. Terrible embarrassment: there I was outside my door with my spiritual master unable to let him in. Luckily, my landlord was in town and arrived 30-minutes later, letting us in.

A quick lunch had to be prepared and DS requested Kurma's Pasta Salad (Great Vegetarian Dishes: page 77), which he had greatly enjoyed as lunch on the flight to Germany. This time it didn't turn out so well. Hint 1: use less lemon juice, the dressing needs to be thick. Hint 2: let it sit for a while to allow the flavors to seep into the vegetables.

(also: I've posted the pictures from the Germany trip: have a look, if you like.)

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I spent the night at my parent's house and picked up my German driver's license in the morning. It had been quite an endeavor to get it exchanged for my US military license.

Devamrita Swami and I departed back to England. Dina Sarani departed back to Burg Hohenstein. Carana Renu had departed back to Slovenia the day before.

After a short flight, having arrived back in Manchester, I lost my keys in the taxi from the airport to my flat. Terrible embarrassment: there I was outside my door with my spiritual master unable to let him in. Luckily, my landlord was in town and arrived 30-minutes later, letting us in.

A quick lunch had to be prepared and DS requested Kurma's Pasta Salad (Great Vegetarian Dishes: page 77), which he had greatly enjoyed as lunch on the flight to Germany. This time it didn't turn out so well. Hint 1: use less lemon juice, the dressing needs to be thick. Hint 2: let it sit for a while to allow the flavors to seep into the vegetables.

(also: I've posted the pictures from the Germany trip: have a look, if you like.)

Enthusiastic morning program at Goloka Dhama. Among other things, DS talked about how to attract more people to Krishna consciousness. Scores of Germans start practicing KC in New Zealand, but no new devotees seem to come forth in Germany (in fact: another one emailed DS just the day before). What is different in New Zealand? Why can't the German temples spark interest in the German people?

Goloka Dhama is located in the Hunsr? 1/4 ck region of Germany. It is always windy and cold, even in the summer. The heating in the temple doesn't seem to work that well either. The result: all of us caught a cold. I'm still getting over it.

Bala Gopala das initiated me into Reiki healing (level 1). I can now harness the energy of the Bhramajyoti and heal people by laying-on of hands. I'm skeptical, of course. I don't tend to be very much into the more subtle (non-computer science like) sciences, but, then again, anything is possible. It can't hurt, in any case.

Around noon we then set off (in a much too small car) to Heidelberg. After a grueling car trip we arrived in the small temple that my father visits every other weekend. Heidelberg used to be the main, hip and happening, place-to-be, guns-blazing, new-devotee-generating-machine temple of Germany. However, for various reasons, the prime, inner-city temple building became too expensive to continue renting and the preaching fizzled out. The current temple is a two-story apartment in a suburb of Heidelberg. (It does have very good internet access though. Lots of iMac and Powerbook users in Heidelberg temple, it seems)

Sacinandana Swami arrived in time for the evening program. He encouraged Devamrita Swami to speak whereupon he launched into an almost two-hour long soliloquy on how to heal the German yatra. He actually intended to speak about how the same old boring thing keeps going on-and-on in cyclical-time, day after day of Brahma, but Krishna had other plans, it seems.

Enthusiastic morning program at Goloka Dhama. Among other things, DS talked about how to attract more people to Krishna consciousness. Scores of Germans start practicing KC in New Zealand, but no new devotees seem to come forth in Germany (in fact: another one emailed DS just the day before). What is different in New Zealand? Why can't the German temples spark interest in the German people?

Goloka Dhama is located in the Hunsr? 1/4 ck region of Germany. It is always windy and cold, even in the summer. The heating in the temple doesn't seem to work that well either. The result: all of us caught a cold. I'm still getting over it.

Bala Gopala das initiated me into Reiki healing (level 1). I can now harness the energy of the Bhramajyoti and heal people by laying-on of hands. I'm skeptical, of course. I don't tend to be very much into the more subtle (non-computer science like) sciences, but, then again, anything is possible. It can't hurt, in any case.

Around noon we then set off (in a much too small car) to Heidelberg. After a grueling car trip we arrived in the small temple that my father visits every other weekend. Heidelberg used to be the main, hip and happening, place-to-be, guns-blazing, new-devotee-generating-machine temple of Germany. However, for various reasons, the prime, inner-city temple building became too expensive to continue renting and the preaching fizzled out. The current temple is a two-story apartment in a suburb of Heidelberg. (It does have very good internet access though. Lots of iMac and Powerbook users in Heidelberg temple, it seems)

Sacinandana Swami arrived in time for the evening program. He encouraged Devamrita Swami to speak whereupon he launched into an almost two-hour long soliloquy on how to heal the German yatra. He actually intended to speak about how the same old boring thing keeps going on-and-on in cyclical-time, day after day of Brahma, but Krishna had other plans, it seems.

DS rested from the program the night before, so Dina Sarani dd gave the Bhagavatam class in the morning. Afterward we traveled in a (large, well-organized) car to Abentheuer in the Saarland region of Germany. Located there: German Krishna headquarters, Goloka Dhama.

The devotees greeted us very nicely. I felt immediately welcome and at home. Everyone was helpful, personal, welcoming and caring. Lots of families live in and around the temple, but no youth. Everyone is either over 40, or under 10 years old.

The deities (Sri Sri Radha-Madana-Mohana) were transcendentally beautiful. I remember seeing them in a picture at Bhaktivedanta Manor over two years ago and instantly falling in love. Devamrita Swami talked about how he had been under their shelter back in 1978 years ago, when he was preaching in the former east-block communist counties and using Germany as a base. He said how seeing their Lordships again brought back lots of memories.

One first time temple visitor was interested though somewhat cautious. Incidentally, when asked what he thought of the deities, he described how he could not see anything on the alter. After repeated questioning it was clear the Sri Sri Radha-Madana-Mohana had hidden themselves from his vision.

(side node: my spiritual master was situation in Schloss Rettershof temple, a 10-minute drive away from my home town of K??nigstein around the time I was born. Coincidence?)

DS rested from the program the night before, so Dina Sarani dd gave the Bhagavatam class in the morning. Afterward we traveled in a (large, well-organized) car to Abentheuer in the Saarland region of Germany. Located there: German Krishna headquarters, Goloka Dhama.

The devotees greeted us very nicely. I felt immediately welcome and at home. Everyone was helpful, personal, welcoming and caring. Lots of families live in and around the temple, but no youth. Everyone is either over 40, or under 10 years old.

The deities (Sri Sri Radha-Madana-Mohana) were transcendentally beautiful. I remember seeing them in a picture at Bhaktivedanta Manor over two years ago and instantly falling in love. Devamrita Swami talked about how he had been under their shelter back in 1978 years ago, when he was preaching in the former east-block communist counties and using Germany as a base. He said how seeing their Lordships again brought back lots of memories.

One first time temple visitor was interested though somewhat cautious. Incidentally, when asked what he thought of the deities, he described how he could not see anything on the alter. After repeated questioning it was clear the Sri Sri Radha-Madana-Mohana had hidden themselves from his vision.

(side node: my spiritual master was situation in Schloss Rettershof temple, a 10-minute drive away from my home town of K??nigstein around the time I was born. Coincidence?)

A very nice (long) morning class started off the day. Two interested guests talk which DS personally afterwards. He certainly made an impression on them. They both liked his personal nature. "Er ist sehr annehmbar", one Zen-Buddhist/Devotee said.

Carana Renu fixed DS's lunch. Amazingly she (frantically) managed to prepare it in half the time it should have sensibly taken. Good to see things haven't changed with her.

I proceeded to loose my spiritual master's icebreaker merino wool hat in a shopping mall we were walking through. He handed me his jacket and hat, though I didn't realize the hat was part of the package and must have dropped it. A few minutes later, when we noticed, the hat was no where to be found. I am indeed foolish. (I've since ordered him a new hat).

Devamrita Swami's comment: I'm lucky, I could have lost my life.

In the evening we traveled to Aachen for a university program. However, they were unable to book a room at the actual university, so it ended up being held in a nearby flat. The plan was for both Carana Renu (PhD Astrophysics) and me (aspiring PhD Computer Science) to speak in addition to Devamrita Swami. However, it turns out that there were only Hindus at the program, so DS gave a talk trying to get them to actually read the Bhagavad-Gita. They turned out to be quite a lively audience. DS ended up staying much longer than he had planned, answering their questions and arguments.

A very nice (long) morning class started off the day. Two interested guests talk which DS personally afterwards. He certainly made an impression on them. They both liked his personal nature. "Er ist sehr annehmbar", one Zen-Buddhist/Devotee said.

Carana Renu fixed DS's lunch. Amazingly she (frantically) managed to prepare it in half the time it should have sensibly taken. Good to see things haven't changed with her.

I proceeded to loose my spiritual master's icebreaker merino wool hat in a shopping mall we were walking through. He handed me his jacket and hat, though I didn't realize the hat was part of the package and must have dropped it. A few minutes later, when we noticed, the hat was no where to be found. I am indeed foolish. (I've since ordered him a new hat).

Devamrita Swami's comment: I'm lucky, I could have lost my life.

In the evening we traveled to Aachen for a university program. However, they were unable to book a room at the actual university, so it ended up being held in a nearby flat. The plan was for both Carana Renu (PhD Astrophysics) and me (aspiring PhD Computer Science) to speak in addition to Devamrita Swami. However, it turns out that there were only Hindus at the program, so DS gave a talk trying to get them to actually read the Bhagavad-Gita. They turned out to be quite a lively audience. DS ended up staying much longer than he had planned, answering their questions and arguments.

After a small morning program in Burg Hohenstein, breakfast and over two hours of trying to organize suitable cars for travel, we set off for K??ln. When all was said and done everyone arrived just in the for the Sunday Feast program in K??ln. I was surprised at the number of young people in the audience. The program was well organized and very well attended. A full house.

The house itself reminds me of Soho-Street temple. 4 stories, restaurant on the ground floor, temple above that, shop and ashram above that, another ashram above that. However, the temple is located about 5 kilometers from the K??ln city center in a bad part of town. Cheap rent, I guess, but not the best location for attracting people to Krishna consciousness.

Devamrita Swami gave the Sunday Feast talk.

After a small morning program in Burg Hohenstein, breakfast and over two hours of trying to organize suitable cars for travel, we set off for K??ln. When all was said and done everyone arrived just in the for the Sunday Feast program in K??ln. I was surprised at the number of young people in the audience. The program was well organized and very well attended. A full house.

The house itself reminds me of Soho-Street temple. 4 stories, restaurant on the ground floor, temple above that, shop and ashram above that, another ashram above that. However, the temple is located about 5 kilometers from the K??ln city center in a bad part of town. Cheap rent, I guess, but not the best location for attracting people to Krishna consciousness.

Devamrita Swami gave the Sunday Feast talk.

My father, mother and me traveled to an art school in central Wiesbaden. DS was to speak at a program there. The devotees in the Wiesbaden area come together every month for a Saturday-Feast program. Lots of people came. DS talked about the difficulties of being Krishna conscious when dealing with practical matters in the "real world". An old friend of mine, Carana Renu devi dasi, was also there. She would accompany Devamrita Swami, Dina Saranai devi dasi (the GBC for Germany) and me on the tour.

My father, mother and me traveled to an art school in central Wiesbaden. DS was to speak at a program there. The devotees in the Wiesbaden area come together every month for a Saturday-Feast program. Lots of people came. DS talked about the difficulties of being Krishna conscious when dealing with practical matters in the "real world". An old friend of mine, Carana Renu devi dasi, was also there. She would accompany Devamrita Swami, Dina Saranai devi dasi (the GBC for Germany) and me on the tour.

Last week I went on a tour of Germany with my spiritual master (Devamrita Swami).

Arriving in Frankfurt/Main airport we were greeted by Bhakta Marcus and my father. The plan was for me to spend a day with my parents in K??nigstein and Devamrita Swami to spend the day at Burg Hohenstein.

Last week I went on a tour of Germany with my spiritual master (Devamrita Swami).

Arriving in Frankfurt/Main airport we were greeted by Bhakta Marcus and my father. The plan was for me to spend a day with my parents in K??nigstein and Devamrita Swami to spend the day at Burg Hohenstein.

[Me putting down a pitcher of water]
"Well, it looks like we'll need a cup now, doesn't it?"

"You don't quite fit into the material world."
"Surely, that's a good thing?"
"Yes, certainly."

[Me putting down a pitcher of water]
"Well, it looks like we'll need a cup now, doesn't it?"

"You don't quite fit into the material world."
"Surely, that's a good thing?"
"Yes, certainly."

This week was national vegetarian week. I heard an in-store advert in ASDA loudly proclaiming: "a vegetarian diet is great for health and fitness, try it now, we have lots of vegetarian products here at ASDA (hint-hint)".

Nice that people are being encouraged to be vegetarian. Sad however that the reason that is being pushed for them to do so is so that they can enjoy more sense gratification. What about when the body (inevitably) breaks down, or the pop-vegi trend fizzles out? Well, it's straight back into slaughtering the innocent animals.

The only way people will stop meat-eating is if they develop compassion for the animals they are eating. Before having compassion for animals, they need to have compassion for other humans. Before having compassion for other humans, they have to have compassion for themselves. Before having compassion for themselves, they have to understand who they really are. Guess what: you're not that body!

This week was national vegetarian week. I heard an in-store advert in ASDA loudly proclaiming: "a vegetarian diet is great for health and fitness, try it now, we have lots of vegetarian products here at ASDA (hint-hint)".

Nice that people are being encouraged to be vegetarian. Sad however that the reason that is being pushed for them to do so is so that they can enjoy more sense gratification. What about when the body (inevitably) breaks down, or the pop-vegi trend fizzles out? Well, it's straight back into slaughtering the innocent animals.

The only way people will stop meat-eating is if they develop compassion for the animals they are eating. Before having compassion for animals, they need to have compassion for other humans. Before having compassion for other humans, they have to have compassion for themselves. Before having compassion for themselves, they have to understand who they really are. Guess what: you're not that body!

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He who is the very form of existence, consciousness and bliss, who possesses inconceivable, multifarious and unlimited energies that are of his own nature, he who is the ocean of unlimited, mutually contradictory qualities, such that in him both the attribute and the possessor of attributes, the lack of differences and the varieties of difference, formlessness and form, pervasiveness and centrality all are true, who's beautiful form is distinct from both gross and subtle entities, self-luminous and consisting entirely of his own nature, who has unlimited such forms that are manifested by his chief form called Bhagavan, who's left side is beautified by Laksmi, who is the manifestation of his personal energy suitable to his own form, Bhagavan resides in his own abode along with his associates, who are furnished with a form that is a special manifestation of his own splendor, who astonishes the hosts of atmaramas, those who take pleasure in the self, by his wonderful qualities, pastimes, et cetera, which are characterized by the playing of his personal energy, who's own generic brilliance is manifested in the form of the reality, who is the sole shelter and life of this marginal energy called the jivas, who's mere reflected energy are the gunas, visible in unlimited phenomenal world, that person is Bhagavan.

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He who is the very form of existence, consciousness and bliss, who possesses inconceivable, multifarious and unlimited energies that are of his own nature, he who is the ocean of unlimited, mutually contradictory qualities, such that in him both the attribute and the possessor of attributes, the lack of differences and the varieties of difference, formlessness and form, pervasiveness and centrality all are true, who's beautiful form is distinct from both gross and subtle entities, self-luminous and consisting entirely of his own nature, who has unlimited such forms that are manifested by his chief form called Bhagavan, who's left side is beautified by Laksmi, who is the manifestation of his personal energy suitable to his own form, Bhagavan resides in his own abode along with his associates, who are furnished with a form that is a special manifestation of his own splendor, who astonishes the hosts of atmaramas, those who take pleasure in the self, by his wonderful qualities, pastimes, et cetera, which are characterized by the playing of his personal energy, who's own generic brilliance is manifested in the form of the reality, who is the sole shelter and life of this marginal energy called the jivas, who's mere reflected energy are the gunas, visible in unlimited phenomenal world, that person is Bhagavan.

I've been to see Dr. Philip Weeks, the devotee/herbalist doctor who has been treating my condition (western medicine is useless: no cause, no cure, no mercy). He usually uses a Vega testing machine to diagnose the cause of an illness and mixes together a brew of herb extracts and homeopathic remedies to counteract whatever is causing the sickness.

This time however, he did something else. Having just finished a degree in acupuncture, and eager to try out his new skills, he laid me down, marked me up with a felt-tip pen and proceeded to stick a small needle into my body at various places. When he got the acupuncture point just right (it has to be accurate to less than a millimeter) I felt a weird tingling sensation throughout my entire body. Indeed, it felt like (and probably was) the energy flows in my body were being rewired.

After the treatment I felt very light headed, spaced out and could hardly walk. Ever skeptical as I am, I was amazed. A few needles can do this to me?

Philip mixed up a tincture of herbs to help fire up my damp rag of a body, gave me some general medicine, some good advice and encouraging words and sent me on my way (after I had recovered my walking ability).

I struggled somewhat getting back home. I felt very, very tired and feel asleep almost as soon as I got back. However, the very next day (after 10 hours of sleep), I was brimming more energy than I'd had for weeks. Eating solid food however quickly changed that. My digestive fire had yet to be ignited.

Today, two days later, I'm feeling better still. I think I may have succeeded in digesting my first meal in months. Acupuncture really works. Thanks Philip.

I've been to see Dr. Philip Weeks, the devotee/herbalist doctor who has been treating my condition (western medicine is useless: no cause, no cure, no mercy). He usually uses a Vega testing machine to diagnose the cause of an illness and mixes together a brew of herb extracts and homeopathic remedies to counteract whatever is causing the sickness.

This time however, he did something else. Having just finished a degree in acupuncture, and eager to try out his new skills, he laid me down, marked me up with a felt-tip pen and proceeded to stick a small needle into my body at various places. When he got the acupuncture point just right (it has to be accurate to less than a millimeter) I felt a weird tingling sensation throughout my entire body. Indeed, it felt like (and probably was) the energy flows in my body were being rewired.

After the treatment I felt very light headed, spaced out and could hardly walk. Ever skeptical as I am, I was amazed. A few needles can do this to me?

Philip mixed up a tincture of herbs to help fire up my damp rag of a body, gave me some general medicine, some good advice and encouraging words and sent me on my way (after I had recovered my walking ability).

I struggled somewhat getting back home. I felt very, very tired and feel asleep almost as soon as I got back. However, the very next day (after 10 hours of sleep), I was brimming more energy than I'd had for weeks. Eating solid food however quickly changed that. My digestive fire had yet to be ignited.

Today, two days later, I'm feeling better still. I think I may have succeeded in digesting my first meal in months. Acupuncture really works. Thanks Philip.

Last weekend I experienced a relapse of Ulcerative Colits. The flair-up started off with my eating some dal and feeling very wiped out afterwards. I spelt for a hour and had a horrible burning feeling in my stomach. A few hours later I started getting pains in my abdomen every 5 minutes, each attack lasting for about 30 seconds. Nothing new, I'd been through all this before.

This kind of pain is very debilitating. It destroyed all my imputus to do anything. Why start doing something, if 4 minutes later you'll be floored by an attack of pain? Result: two days of sitting around feeling sorry for my state of existence, chanting inattentively, reading inattentively and observing maya working herself into my consciousness.

Relief came after two days of fasting. The pain subsided into merely an uncomfortable tightening sensation and I could (kind-of) eat fruit and get some (little) energy that. The body is an amazing machine when it works, but very bothersome when it doesn't. And, more often then now, it doesn't.

As much as a release that pain is merely a temporary manifestation of my mind to let me know that something in the body is going wrong, still I find my consciousness very severely affected by it. Anyway, good practice for the time of death.