HOMEOPATHY: ARNICA

2016-09 Homeopathy: Arnica

Arnica Montana

Arnica Montana [Mountain Arnica]:

Arnica Montana is the Latin name for a perennial that grows 1 to 2 feet tall with bright, yellow daisy-like flowers that appear in July and August, all the world over in mountainous regions.

St. Hildegard, with her keen observation of nature wrote about the healing properties of the Arnica montana plant in the 12th century. Since the 16th century, mountain people in the Alpine area have used it to relieve muscle aches and bruises.

Today, Arnica has grown to be one of the most popular homeopathic medicines throughout the world. It is trusted by professional athletes to soothe sore muscles, by prominent cosmetic surgeons to relieve post-procedure pain, and by savvy moms to treat playground bumps and bruises.

Dr Hahnemann says of Arnica, "It is very beneficial not only in injuries with severe contusions and lacerations of fibres, but also in the most severe wounds by bullets and blunt weapons: in the pains and other ailments consequent on extraction of teeth and other surgical operations; as also after dislocation of  joints, after setting fractures of bones, etc."

Dr Kent gives some striking little pictures of the action of Arnica:  "After railway or road accident," "horror of instant death with cardiac symptoms at night. He goes off into a sleep of terror, jumps up again with this sudden fear of death and says, 'Send for a doctor, at once.' And this may happen night after night." 

Dr Margaret Tyler writes: On the other hand, an Arnica case, in desperate sickness, may say, "I am not ill. I do not need a doctor." A French woman, with a very bad form of Typhoid, contracted during a virulent epidemic, with relapse after relapse, proclaimed herself as "so well"; got Arnica and made a rapid recovery.  

More illustrative cases from Dr M Tyler's "Drug Pictures": Two small girls, of nine and five, brought into hospital by the police, after having been knocked down by taxis. Both comatose and limp. Both were seen by surgeons and pronounced hopeless. Both were given Arnica, and they sat up eat a hearty breakfast, the next morning.

A patient writes from abroad: "My wife has been very ill here, ... but I am happy to say that all has gone well, and Strasbourg echoes amazement at the effect of Arnica 1000 taken six hours after a double ovariotomy with complications. Phosphorus prevented all nausea and shock and Arnica made morphia entirely unnessary. A wonderful piece of work."

Arnica

Useful for:	Key Symptoms:
BRUISES	Bruising injuries, soreness, bleeding into tissues, swelling
FALLS	First aid in a bottle
BLOWS	Shock, first aid treatment
BLACK EYES	Bruising
EARS	Tinnitus following an accident, rushing sounds in ears.
DENTAL WORK, SURGERY	Prior to and after any dental work to lessen pain and speed healing
SORE	Overexertion
MUSCLES	Aches and pains from overexertion; arthritis; old injuries
TENDON INJURY	Pulled muscles, aches, swelling
SHIN SPLINTS	Use prior to exercise to minimize chance of shin splints Overexertion to minimize pain
SHOCK FROM TRAUMA	First aid. Use immediately

Homeopathic Materia Medica by Dr William Boericke: Arnica

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SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE: THE BEST PRAYER

2016-08  Samuel Taylor Coleridge: The Best Prayer

Samuel Taylor Coleridge [1772-1834]

Samuel Taylor Coleridge [1772 – 1834] was an English poet, literary critic and philosopher who, with his friend William Wordsworth, was a founder of the Romantic Movement in England and a member of the Lake Poets. 

He wrote the poems The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Christabel  and Kubla Khan, as well as the major prose work Biographia Literaria. His critical work, especially on Shakespeare, was highly influential, and he helped introduce German idealist philosophy to English-speaking culture. 

He was a major influence on Emerson and American transcendentalism.

From The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Part VII

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell

To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!

He prayeth well, who loveth well

Both man and bird and beast.

                He prayeth best, who loveth best

                All things both great and small;

                For the dear God who loveth us,

                He made and loveth all.

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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: NATURE

2016-07  William Wordsworth: Nature

William Wordsworth [1770-1850]

William Wordsworth [1770-1850] and Nature:

As a poet of Nature, Wordsworth stands supreme. He is a worshipper of Nature, Nature’s devotee or high-priest. 

His love of Nature was probably truer and tenderer than that of any other English poet, before or since. 

Nature comes to occupy in his poem a separate or independent status and is not treated in a casual or passing manner as by poets before him. 

Wordsworth had a full-fledged philosophy, a new and original view of Nature. He believed that there is a divine spirit pervading all the objects of Nature. 

He believed that the company of Nature gives joy to the human heart and he looked upon Nature as exercising a healing influence on sorrow-stricken hearts. 

Above all, he emphasized the moral influence of Nature. He spiritualised Nature and regarded her as a great moral teacher. 

Williyam Wordsworth: The Daffodils

The Daffodils

 I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

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Lines Written in Early Spring

I heard a thousand blended notes,

While in a grove I sate reclined,

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts

Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link

The human soul that through me ran;

And much it grieved my heart to think

What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,

The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;

And ’tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,

Their thoughts I cannot measure:—

But the least motion which they made

It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,

To catch the breezy air;

And I must think, do all I can,

That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,

If such be Nature’s holy plan,

Have I not reason to lament

What man has made of man?

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LEO TOLSTOY: THE THREE HERMITS

2016-06 Leo Tolstoy: The Three Hermits

'And in praying use not vain repetitions, as the Gentiles do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking. Be not therefore like unto them: for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask Him.' -- Matt. vi. 7, 8.
A Bishop was sailing from Archangel to the Solovétsk Monastery; and on the same vessel were a number of pilgrims on their way to visit the shrines at that place. The voyage was a smooth one. The wind favourable, and the weather fair. The pilgrims lay on deck, eating, or sat in groups talking to one another. The Bishop, too, came on deck, and as he was pacing up and down, he noticed a group of men standing near the prow and listening to a fisherman who was pointing to the sea and telling them something. 

The Bishop stopped, and looked in the direction in which the man was pointing. He could see nothing however, but the sea glistening in the sunshine. He drew nearer to listen, but when the man saw him, he took off his cap and was silent. The rest of the people also took off their caps, and bowed. 'Do not let me disturb you, friends,' said the Bishop. 'I came to hear what this good man was saying.' 'The fisherman was telling us about the hermits,' replied one, a tradesman, rather bolder than the rest.

"What about the hermits?" asked the Bishop, camp up to the rail and sat down on a box. "Why, that little island you can just make out," said the peasant and pointed forward to starboard. "On that very island the hermits live, and seek salvation." The Bishop looked and looked, the water rippled in the sun, and, he could see nothing. "I cannot see it," he said. "So what kind of hermits live on that island?" "Godly men," answered the peasant. "I had heard of them long ago, and then the summer before last I saw them myself."

"And what do they look like?" asked the Bishop. 

"One of them tiny, bent, quite ancient, in an old little cassock, must be more than a hundred years old, the gray hairs in his beard turning green already; but he keeps smiling and is bright as an angel from Heaven. Another, a little taller, also old, in a torn coat, his beard broad, yellowish white, but he is a powerful man—also joyous. And the third is tall, his beard long, down to his knees—and white as a blue kite, and all naked, only girded with a piece of sacking."

"What did they talk about with you?" asked the Bishop. "They did everything mostly silently, and they don't talk much to one another. But one looks up and the other understands him. The ancient one just said 'Have mercy on us' and smiled."

While the peasant spoke the vessel drew still nearer to the island. "Now you can really see it," said the merchant. "Be so good as to look, your lordship," he said. The Bishop looked. And indeed he saw a black streak--the little island. 

After looking for a while the Bishop went away from the bow to the stern and approached the helmsman. "What is this little island here?" "It's nameless. There are many of them here." "Is it true what they say, that some hermits seek salvation there?" "So they say, your lordship, but I don't know if it's true. Some fishermen, they say, have seen them. It may be just idle talk."

"I should like to land on that island, to see the hermits," said the Bishop. "How can this be done?" "The ship cannot come near," said the helmsman. "You can come near in a boat though, but the Captain must be asked." They called the Captain.  "I should like to have a look at those hermits," said the Bishop. "Can't you row me over?"

The Captain tried to talk him out of it. "It could be done, but we would waste a lot of time, and if I may mention it to your lordship, they are not worth looking at. I have heard from people that these are foolish old men who live there, they understand nothing and can say nothing, like some kind of fish in the sea." "I want to," said the Bishop. "I'll pay for the trouble, take me there."

"There was nothing to be done; the shipmen gave orders, and sails were trimmed. The helmsman turned the ship, and they sailed toward the island. And all the people gathered at the bow, all looking at the little rocks on the island and pointing out the earth hut. And the Captain brought out a spyglass, looked through it, handed it to the Bishop. "True enough," he said, "there on the shore, there are three men standing."

The Bishop looked through the glass, trained it in the right direction; true enough, there were three of them standing there: One tall, another a little shorter, and the third quite small; they were standing on the shore, holding hands. The Captain went up to the Bishop. "Here, your lordship, the ship must stop. If you so wish, you can go on in a boat, while we stand here at anchor."

A boat was lowered, the oarsmen jumped down. The Bishop descended, sat down on the seat in the boat, the oarsmen pulled at the oars and rowed to the island. They rowed up within a stones throw; they saw; there stood the three hermits--the tall one, naked girded with a piece of sacking; the shorter one in a torn coat; and the ancient little bent one, in a little old cassock. They stood, all three of them, holding each other by the hand.

The Bishop got out. The old men bowed to him, and he gave them his benediction, at which they bowed still lower. Then the Bishop began to speak to them. "I have heard," he said, "that you, godly men, live here saving your own souls, and praying to our Lord Christ for your fellow men. I, an unworthy servant of Christ, am called, by God's mercy, to keep and teach His flock. I wished to see you, servants of God, and to do what I can to teach you, also."

The old men looked at each other smiling, but remained silent. "Tell me, what you are doing to save your souls, and how you serve God on this island," said the Bishop. The second hermit sighed, and looked at the oldest, the very ancient one. The latter smiled, and said: "We do not know how to serve God. We only serve and support ourselves, servant of God."

"How then, do you pray to God?" asked the Bishop. And the ancient hermit said: "We pray thus: three are ye, three are we, have mercy upon us." And as soon as the ancient hermit had said this all three hermits raised their eyes to heaven and all three of them said: "Three are ye, three are we, have mercy upon us". With an amused smile, the Bishop said:

"You must have heard about the Holy Trinity, but you pray in the wrong way. I have come to love you, godly hermits, I can see that you want to please God, but do not know how to serve Him. That's not the way to pray, but listen to me, and I'll teach you. I'll teach you not in some way of my own, but I'll teach you according to the Lord's Scripture, the way God commanded all men to pray to Him."

And the Bishop began to expound to the hermits how God have revealed Himself to all men; he explained to them about God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost, and said: "God the Son came down on earth to save men and taught them all to pray thus. Listen and repeat after me."

And the Bishop began to recite: "Our Father." And the one hermit repeated: Our Father," the second repeated, too: "Our Father," and the third, too, repeated: "Our Father"--"Which art in Heaven." The hermits, too, repeated: "Which art in Heaven," but the second hermit mixed up the words and said them wrong; and the tall naked hermit could not pronounce them: his mouth was overgrown with whiskers, he could not pronounce clearly; and the ancient toothless hermit mumbled indistinctly.

And the Bishop did not leave the hermits until he had taught them the whole of the Lord's Prayer so that they could recite it after him, but could say it by themselves. The middle one was the first to know it, and to repeat the whole of it alone. And the Bishop made him say it again and again, and at last the others could say it too.

It had already begun to grow dark and the young moon was rising out of the sea when the Bishop rose to return to the ship. The Bishop took leave of the hermits, they all bowed to the ground before him. He raised them and embraced each one, bade them pray as he had taught them and got into the boat and went back to his ship.

And as he sat in the boat and was rowed to the ship he could hear the three voices of the hermits loudly repeating the Lord's prayer. As soon as the Bishop had reached the vessel and got on board, the anchor was weighed and the sails unfurled. The wind filled them, and the ship sailed away, and the Bishop took a seat in the stern and watched the island they had left. 

The pilgrims lay down to sleep, and all was quiet on deck. The Bishop did not wish to sleep, but sat alone on the stern, gazing at the sea where the island was no longer visible, and thought about the good hermits. He thought how pleased they had been to learn the Lord's Prayer. And he thanked God for having sent him to teach and help such godly men.

Suddenly he saw something white and shining, on the bright path which the moon cast across the sea. Was it a seagull, or the little gleaming sail of some small boat? It was far, far away a minute ago, but now it is much nearer. He could now see plainly what it was -- the three hermits running upon the water, all gleaming white, their grey beards shining, and approaching the ship as quickly as though it were not moving. 

'Oh Lord! The hermits are running after us on the water as though it were dry land!' The hermits were coming along hand in hand, and the two outer ones beckoning the ship to stop. All three were gliding along upon the water without moving their feet. Before the ship could be stopped, the hermits had reached it, and raising their heads, all three as with one voice, began to say:

'We have forgotten your teaching, servant of God. As long as we kept repeating it we remembered, but when we stopped saying it for a time, a word dropped out, and now it has all gone to pieces. We can remember nothing of it. Teach us again.'

The Bishop crossed himself, and leaning over the ship's side, said:

'Your own prayer will reach the Lord, men of God. It is not for me to teach you. Pray for us sinners. And the Bishop bowed low before the old men; and they turned and went back across the sea. And a light shone until daybreak on the spot where they were lost to sight.

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