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I’m thinking about applying what I know…


“Knowledge of any kind … brings about a change in awareness from where it is possible to create new realities.”
— Deepak Chopra

As we evolve, we handle knowledge in different ways. We tend to move through these stages:

  • We are unaware.
  • We become aware of facts, data, information.
  • We comprehend meaning from the facts.
  • We can personally apply the information in our lives.
  • We have wisdom – enlightened, we can lovingly apply our knowledge to world affairs.
  • We live in truth.

How have you personally experienced a shifting of applying knowledge from one level to the next?

“More important than finding the teacher is finding and following the truth of the teaching….”
— Sogyal Rinpoche

“There can be no knowledge without emotion. We may be aware of a truth, yet until we have felt its force, it is not ours. To the cognition of the brain must be added the experience of the soul.”
— Arnold Bennett

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Lessons Come In All Sizes, Part 2

Gail Okray & Carol Welhouse submit an article: Lessons Come In All Sizes in The Main Central Jin Shin Jyutsu Newsletter, issue Number 56, Spring 2007:



Needless to say there was a fair amount of nervousness with the decision to have another litter a year and a half later. Progesterone levels were taken weekly beginning at week 2. The levels stayed in normal range throughout the pregnancy. Frieda asked for Jin Shin Jyutsu sessions regularly, especially when there was a hormone shift and the levels of progesterone were on the lower end of the normal range for pregnancy.

On day 56, with only 4 days to go, she began acting like a dog that is ready to whelp. The outlook for surviving pups born before day 58 is bleak, since one week of a dog’s pregnancy is equivalent to one month of a woman’s pregnancy. This birth would be 4 weeks early.

Main Central and Spleen Flows throughout the night kept labor from progressing (Philomena’s Mothers, Babies and Children Class). A trip to the vet for a check-up the next afternoon showed whelp was eminent. Since these pups were now 3 days early, the decision was made to let the dog go into full labor before the c-section to allow the pups maximum time in utero. Since Frieda likes her vet, she chose a late evening slot for this surgery and not the middle of the night. As I left with her to meet the vet at the clinic, I prayed I would bring the little bundles home. They were true preemies with no hair on their legs from the wrist and ankles to the toes, none on the ears and very thin hair on the body. As they ate and grew, I noticed on the boy a protrusion where the umbilical cord was attached and hardness under it. I tried right hand down, left on top several times a day and in a matter of days all was normal.

My sister (also a Jin Shin Jyutsu practitioner) came for a visit. It is amazing what a new set of eyes sees. As we talked I mentioned that I was a little concerned with the girl’s breathing and coloring in the face. Her jumper cables went into action.

November 29, 2006 – Puppies! With eyes open so Mom will let me touch them, Katara lies on her back and appears to have respiratory challenges. When held, she raises the left front paw, “I would like a Left 3 Flow, please.” Fitting in the palm of my hand while lying on her back, she receives the first step of the Left 3 Flow, moving through the four fingers individually, then the first step of the Right 3 Flow, repeating the same sequence of fingers during the session. Her hind feet ran and her body wiggled as she came into rhythm.

Several hours later, she raised the left paw again, and I repeated the Left 3 Flow. This time the pulse came in quickly, finishing the flow. We marveled at the changes which occurred: looser skin on the neck and shoulders as congestion decreased, pink belly, pink nose, and the jaw receded to its proper position, and of course breathing harmonized. She lost the “stuffed sausage” look, and the skin looked wrinkled and she wiggled. It was a truly amazing transformation.

Momo participated in the healing process; he held Katara’s 2s or 3s in the whelping box. By the next morning, “Miss Wiggle Butt” crawled in the whelping box, yawned, smiled and squeaked, just like a normal puppy.

Thinking of the 3 Flow, relationships spring into mind, like the breathing relationship of exhale to inhale, the relationship of bones in the jaw for free movement, the relationship of all aspects of the digestive tract, birthplace of the Mediator, the relationship of puppy to environment, and the relationship between Mom and Momo.

Boston Terrier owners have a saying, “Boston’s are love in a black and white wrapper.” This is our black and white lesson.

Thank you, Gail.

Thank you, Carol.

Thank you, Mary.

Thank you, David.

Gassho, Namaste, Blessings

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I’m thinking about making time to play…


“If we fail to nourish our souls, they wither, and without soul, life ceases to have meaning…. The creative process shrivels in the absence of continual dialogue with the soul. And creativity is what makes life worth living.”
— Marion Woodman

Stress, fear, negativity, too much to do and doing things for others at the expense of our own needs — these all stifle our innate creativity. Relaxation, fun, meditation, and going after our dreams all get the creative juices flowing. Soul is always creative, always fresh and new.

How can you create more space in your life to allow the soul’s energy out to play?

“I learned… that inspiration does not come like a bolt, nor is it kinetic, energetic, striving, but it comes to us slowly and quietly and all the time, though we must regularly and every day give it a little chance to start flowing, prime it with a little solitude and idleness.”
— Brenda Ueland

“I lived in solitude in the country and noticed how the monotony of quiet life stimulates the creative mind.”
— Albert Einstein

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Lessons Come In All Sizes, Part 1

Gail Okray & Carol Welhouse submit an article: Lessons Come In All Sizes in The Main Central Jin Shin Jyutsu Newsletter, issue Number 56, Spring 2007:


Nine weeks of anticipation were over, and we had two healthy Boston Terrier pups, one boy, Momo (…a true Jin Shin Jyutsu puppy; located on his back is a white arrow showing the direction of the energy going up the back…) and one girl, Katara. As the veterinarian looked at the two products of this recent cesarean section, he raised a simple question. “What did you do differently with this litter than the last one?” Gail’s answer: “A year and a half of Jin Shin Jyutsu.” An open-minded guy, his response was a smile, “Well, Gail, it seemed to work.”

Mom Frieda has been Gail’s teacher from the moment of birth and reminds her often not to be too serious (an insight about her 15s). As a young pup practicing for the show ring, she would often get into a bit of mischief. One day when Frieda was about 9 months old, Gail saw Frieda running toward her from down the hallway, her head twisted to one side. At that age, Frieda’s favorite pastime was to take the bath sponge from the bathtub and hide it, just so you knew she had been in there. Well, this time Frieda must have hit her head on the tub, injuring the side of her head and ear. With an hour before the veterinarian’s office closed, there were no appointments available that afternoon to examine her. A veterinarian from the office would see Frieda in the morning before regular client hours.

With an upcoming dog show just days away, it was Jin Shin Jyutsu to the rescue. Frieda lay on the table as Gail started an opposite Kidney Flow to the ear in distress. Frieda was quiet as a mouse. The areas pounded for a long time before harmony began to take place. One half hour later as she followed me from my treatment room, she walked with an ever-so-slight tilt of her head but had no appetite to eat her evening meal. I applied my jumper cable for a few minutes several times that evening as she lay on the couch next to me. By 10 p.m. she was ready for something to eat. What a pleasant surprise the next morning when she bounded out of bed like nothing ever happened! A quick check at the veterinarian’s office showed a slight inflammation of the inner ear. I continued the Kidney Flow for the next few days, and she went on to win points toward her championship the day of the show.

When Frieda was two years old, after searching for 6 months for a stud dog, I found a match for her. Usually 21 to 28 days after breeding, a pregnancy check is performed at the veterinarian’s office. There were two pups on ultrasound and all seemed well. A dog’s gestation period is 58 to 65 days, but my breed generally has a 60 to 61 gestation. On Day 43 Frieda didn’t look well and her sides were sunken in. A trip to the vet included ultrasound and a progesterone test drawn. The result of the progesterone test was 12.5 nanograms per milliliter. (A dog cannot sustain a pregnancy when the levels drop below 5 nanograms per milliliter, with a normal level being over 20 nanograms per milliliter.) The ultrasound indicated one of the pups was not doing well. Progesterone was then supplemented for the rest of the pregnancy. Day 53 brought along another occurrence with the ultrasound revealing the loss of a pup. A c-section was done on day 61, delivering a big girl pup.

To be continued…

I’m thinking about trusting myself…


“I never know what the next lesson is going to be, because we’re not supposed to know; we’re supposed to trust ourselves to discover it.”
— Melody Beattie

How deeply do you trust your own guidance?

Always trust that you know what’s best for you. To move forward in your life, gather information from the ‘experts,’ consider how their advice relates to your situation and then act only on what feels right for you. What does your whole being (mind, body and soul) say ‘Yes!’ to?

You are the only expert for your own life.

“I trust so much in the power of the heart and the soul; I know that the answer to what we need to do next is in our own hearts. All we have to do is listen, then take that one step further and trust what we hear. We will be taught what we need to learn.”
— Melody Beattie

“Ultimately, we must learn to trust ourselves. When we do this intimately and intelligently, the world opens full of meaning before us. We find that we ourselves are the doorway to a fathomless understanding of the source of life itself. We need only to learn to walk through it.”
— James Thornton

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Jill Holden shares about Pulses in The Main Central Jin Shin Jyutsu Newsletter, issue Number 56, Spring 2007:


When I first read this excerpt from Ram Dass’ book, How Can I Help? [see posts from yesterday and the previous Monday], it opened a door for me into seeing into the world of “textures” as we know them in Jin Shin Jyutsu. Until then, they were a mystery, and occasionally I would catch a fleeting glimpse of a texture, but it would soon disappear and leave me wondering, “Did I hear that?”…”What was it?”…trying to catch it by the tail so I could take a closer look. But the pulses, especially the textures in the pulse remained illusive.

The way that Yeshi Dhonden speaks about the pulses, using metaphors in nature as descriptions, he speaks of “winds coursing through the body, blowing open a deep gate, waters flooding the breath…” My own awareness awakened to this world of metaphor. I recognized that often an image from nature comes to mind when I’m listening to the pulses. I started to recognize that I was experiencing a depth when envisioning a mountain stream, floating clouds, wind making ripples on water, and whatever images come. And through this, I could begin to identify textures and which depth is speaking. This has been a key for me into my own understanding of the rhythms and textures in the world of pulses.

The relationship of Yeshi Dhonden and the patient seems one of a sacred nature, one in which there is a third presence of divine spirit or God. Listening to the pulses seems to be the ultimate intimate experience, in which we bring all of ourselves into the present, the now, so we can listen and hear the story being told in the moment, a dance which moves between two worlds simultaneously, the visible and invisible. The pulses are the story of how we reflect the cosmos.

I had the good fortune in 1996 to meet Yeshi Dhonden. I was not feeling well at the time and was able to have an appointment with him. This was before I was diagnosed with lymphoma. I remember feeling vulnerable as he was listening to my pulses, stripped bare, as we were in this timeless place, how being in the present feels, suspended between past and future, where there is nothing, just being. I was uplifted, it was a spiritual experience. I realize now that this was the treatment. The experience of being fully received, no attitudes, no judgments, and as Mary says, “There is no story in the Main Central Vertical Flow”, but simply the oneness that connects everything.

After a while, Yeshi Dhonden looked up and said, “There’s a block in your chest, it’s a wind disharmony,” and he wrote out in Tibetan a prescription for herbs, which were sent to me from India and tasted like cow dung. I didn’t mind. I carried the experience that I had had with Yeshi Dhonden with me. It’s an experience I will never forget. Soon after I met with him I was diagnosed with lymphoma, which presented itself in the form of a large tumor in my chest, right in the area he had placed his hand when he told me I had a block in my chest.

In this article, the author speaks about “the palpation of the pulse raised to the state of ritual.” It seems to me that the Art of Jin Shin Jyutsu is all within listening to the pulse. As Mary says, “It is a lifetime study.”

It has become important to prepare myself in some way before I begin to listen to the “heavenly breath”. Sometimes it’s just being in the awareness of my breath for a few minutes, sometimes it’s meditation, sometimes a cup of tea, a walk, or a prayer. The way I begin doesn’t matter, but that I have some preparation or ritual, no matter how small, realizing that listening to the pulse is some form of prayer, and where the treatment begins and ends…in the eternal.

Thank you, Jill.

Thank you, Mary.

Thank you, David.

Gassho, Namaste, Blessings

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I’m thinking about self-awareness…


“Getting in touch with your true self must be your first priority.”
— Tom Hopkins

Here are some different aspects of self-awareness:

  • Know yourself – Explore who you are: your defences, your blocks, your talents, your aspirations, etc.
  • Accept yourself – We are at war with ourselves when we resist or deny certain aspects of who we are. Acknowledge the truth of who you are right now – the positives and the negatives. Only when we own our present reality can we change.
  • Control yourself – Set clear, conscious intentions and discipline yourself to meet them.
  • Express yourself – Go to your heart to identify what has meaning and purpose for you. Live your truth. Identify ways you can give back to life and be in service.

We work on each of these aspects all the time. But as our lives go through cycles, we predominantly work on one of them more than the others. Which aspect are you more conscious of lately?

“Our lives improve only when we take chances … and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves.”
— Walter Anderson

“Adventure can be an end in itself. Self-discovery is the secret ingredient that fuels daring.”
— Grace Lichtenstein

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An Excerpt from the Book: How Can I Help?, Part 2

Jill Holden shares An Excerpt from the Book: How Can I Help? in The Main Central Jin Shin Jyutsu Newsletter, issue Number 56, Spring 2007:


An excerpt from the book: How Can I Help? by Ram Dass and Paul Gorman – Publisher: New York – Knopf 1985, as submitted by Jill Holden


After a moment the woman rests back upon her pillow. From time to time she raises her head to look at the strange figure above her, then sinks back once more. I cannot see their hands joined in a correspondence that is exclusive, intimate, his fingertips receiving the voice of her sick body through the rhythm and throb she offers at her wrist. All at once I am envious – not of him, not of Yeshi Dhonden for his gift of beauty and holiness, but of her. I want to be held like that, touched so, received. And I know that I, who have palpated a hundred thousand pulses, have not felt a single one.

At last Yeshi Dhonden straightens, gently places the woman’s hand upon the bed, and steps back. The interpreter produces a small wooden bowl and two sticks. Yeshi Dhonden pours a portion of the urine specimen and proceeds to whip the liquid with the two sticks. This he does for several minutes until a foam is raised. Then, bowing above the bowl, he inhales the odor three times. He sets down the bowl and turns to leave. All this while, he has not uttered a single word.

As he nears the door, the woman raises her head and calls out to him in a voice that is urgent and serene. “Thank you, doctor,” she says, and touches with her other hand the place he had held on her wrist, as though to recapture something that had visited there. Yeshi Dhonden turns back for a moment to gaze at her, then steps into the corridor. Rounds are at an end.

We are seated once more in the conference room. Yeshi Dhonden speaks now for the first time, in soft Tibetan sounds that I have never heard before. He has barely begun when the young interpreter begins to translate, the two voices continuing in tandem – a bilingual fugue, the one chasing the other. It is like the chanting of monks. He speaks of winds coursing through the body of the woman, currents that break against barriers, eddying. These vortices are in her blood, he says. The last spendings of an imperfect heart. Between the chambers of the heart, long, long before she was born, a wind had come and blown open a deep gate that must never be opened. Through it charge the full waters of her river, as the mountain stream cascades in the springtime, battering, knocking loose the land, and flooding her breath. Thus he speaks, and now he is silent.

“May we now have the diagnosis?” a professor asks.

The host of these rounds, the man who knows, answers.

“Congenital heart disease,” he says. “Interventricular septal defect, with resultant heart failure.”

A gateway in the heart, I think. That must not be opened. Through it charge the full waters that flood her breath. So! Here then is the doctor listening to the sounds of the body to which the rest of us are deaf. He is more than doctor. He is priest.

I know…I know…the doctor to the gods is pure knowledge, pure healing. The doctor to man stumbles, must often wound; his patient must die, as must he.

Now and then it happens, as I make my own rounds, that I hear the sounds of his voice, like an ancient Buddhist prayer, its meaning long since forgotten, only the music remaining. Then a jubilation possesses me, and I feel myself touched by something divine.

Thank you, Jill.

Thank you, Ram Dass.

Thank you, Paul Gorman.

Thank you, Yeshi Dhonden.

Thank you, Mary.

Thank you, David.

Gassho, Namaste, Blessings

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I’m thinking about my spiritual journey…

Journey Home

Rodin Thinker

“Everything seeks its source.”
— a universal principle

Our spiritual journey unfolds through 2 stages.

  1. THE PATH OF PERSONALITY – We arise from the one source of all, to be born as individuals in a world of form. In this physical world, we experience separation and limitation. This is a time of immersion in a world of effects, form, ego, distortion, illusion and pain.
  2. THE PATH OF SOUL – When we have experienced enough pain, we find our way back home to our spiritual source. We let go of the illusion of separation to embrace unity and wholeness. We work with cause instead of effects.

Paradoxically, it’s only with a strong and healthy personality that we become capable of expressing soul. WHERE ARE YOU ON YOUR PATH? Are you struggling to do more and have more? Are you aware of your soul challenging you to open to the bigger picture of life?

“Two people have been living in you all your life. One is the ego, garrulous, demanding, hysterical, calculating; the other is the hidden spiritual being, whose still voice of wisdom you have only rarely heard or attended to – you have uncovered in yourself your own wise guide.”
— Sogyal Rinpoche

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An Excerpt from the Book: How Can I Help?, Part 1

Jill Holden shares An Excerpt from the Book: How Can I Help? in The Main Central Jin Shin Jyutsu Newsletter, issue Number 56, Spring 2007:


An excerpt from the book: How Can I Help? by Ram Dass and Paul Gorman – Publisher: New York – Knopf 1985, as submitted by Jill Holden

On the bulletin board in the front hall of the hospital where I work, there appeared an announcement, “Yeshi Dhonden”; it read, “will make rounds at six o’clock on the morning of June 10.” The particulars were given, followed by a notation: “Yeshi Dhonden is Personal Physician to the Dalai Lama.” I am not so leathery a skeptic that I would knowingly ignore an emissary from the gods. Not only might such sangfroid be inimical to one’s earthly well-being, it could take care of eternity as well. Thus, on the morning of June 10, I join the clutch of whitecoats waiting in the small conference room adjacent to the ward selected for the rounds. The air in the room is very heavy with ill-concealed dubiety and suspicion of bamboozlement. At precisely six o’clock he materializes, a short, golden, barrelly man dressed in a sleeveless robe of saffron and maroon. His scalp is shaven, and the only visible hair is a scanty black line above each eye.

He bows in greeting while his young interpreter makes the introduction. Yeshi Dhonden, we are told, will examine a patient selected by a member of the staff. The diagnosis is unknown to Yeshi Dhonden as it is to us. The examination of the patient will take place in our presence, after which we will reconvene in the conference room, where Yeshi Dhonden will discuss the case. We are further informed that for the past two hours Yeshi Dhonden has purified himself by bathing, fasting, and prayer. I, having breakfasted well, performed only the most desultory of ablutions, and given no thought at all to my soul, glance furtively at my fellows. Suddenly we seem a soiled, uncouth lot.

The patient has been awakened early and told that she was to be examined by a foreign doctor, and had been asked to produce a fresh specimen of urine, so when we enter her room, the woman shows no surprise. She has long ago taken on that mixture of compliance and resignation that is the facies of chronic illness. This was to be but another in an endless series of tests and examinations. Yeshi Dhonden steps to the bedside while the rest stand apart, watching. For a long time he gazes at the woman, favoring no part of her body with his eyes, but seeming to fix his glance at a place just above her supine form. I, too, study her. No physical sign or obvious symptom gives a clue to the nature of her disease.

At last he takes her hand, raising it in both his own. Now he bends over the bed in a kind of crouching stance, his head drawn down into the collar of his robe. His eyes are closed as he feels for her pulse. In a moment he has found the spot, and for the next half-hour he remains thus, suspended above the patient like some exotic golden bird with folded wings, holding the pulse of the woman beneath his fingers, cradling her hand in his. All the power of the man seems to have been drawn down into this one purpose. It is palpation of the pulse raised to the state of ritual. From the foot of the bed, where I stand, it is as though he and the patient have entered a special place of isolation, of apartness, about which a vacancy hovers, and across which no violation is possible.

To be continued…