The Health Store

This is a dream that I had. I think you will enjoy it.

This Health Store is just like all the Health Food Stores that I have been in. The shelves are lined with jars and bottles of every kind. I haven’t checked any of them out but as I walk in the friendly clerk comes up to me and asks if he can help me find something. He is in his late 40s and has a wonderful smile.

I told him that I am an herbalist and a dowser so I have been check out my heart because it seems to be working very hard. When I dowsed for calcium, I get a “no.” So I have checked for other problems of the heart like cholesterol and even virus but can’t put my finger on just what is happening.

He looks at me and then says, “I think I have something over here.” I follow him to an other area in the store. “Now you could take this in tonic form but I think getting a lot in right away would be good so capsules would probably be better.” He holds out a bottle of LOSS. Then he says, “I can see that three very important people left your life almost two years ago now. We are having a lot of people going through this.”

I take the bottle and follow him to the counter while thinking that maybe I should mention my hip problem. So I say, "I have been working with my left hip too. It seems to bother me from time to time. I have been using White Oak to make sure that I am getting enough useable calcium in and my nails grow like mad but from time to time my hip seems to want my attention.”

While standing behind the counter with his back turned to me, he pulls a jar off the shelf and starts to hand it to me. He mentions that he thinks this would be helpful. I ask him what is in it. He pulls the jar back and starts to read the ingredients. “Ego boost, Worthiness, Self esteem, and Love.” Then hands the jar back to me. I see that the label says, “Unappreciated.”

All of this seems targeted to my specific needs so why not ask him about the rash on my ankle. I do and he sort of blows that off. “That’s easy.” He laughs, “ Its basic anger. From what I am looking at, you have some very basic anger and I think we can find the right crème to handle that over here.” He moves to his left and starts to pull one jar off the shelf, then puts it back and pulls out another jar. “I think this one would be most helpful.” I look at the Jar and it is labeled, “Nieces Anger.” Then he says that if that one doesn’t work to come back and he will switch it for one of the other "anger" jars.

I thank him and walk out.

As I walk down the street I realize that none of my present time problems are really physical. I find that very interesting. Here I have been treating them like they were with all my herbie stuff.

I wonder if most of our physical stuff is really physical or just the junk that we have been living with. I get e-mails about getting old and how we have to live with our aches and pains, but do we? And even if we do, perhaps they aren’t something that we can take a pill for?

What kind of balm do you need to function in your world? Can we clean out all the junk that we seem to have taken on for no real reason?