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ClifNotes 5
December 2000
Well! After months of silence ClifNotes reappears! It has been a significant year for Intentional Healing and Flying Bird Qigong! Europe was simply ready for these ideas!
Roger gave up his highly successful career to tag along and learn something of this strange and wonderful trade. He was such a help – we often felt like the circus had arrived in town. He’d be putting up the consulting table, I’d be setting up the sound system, Galina would bring in the flowers!
He was really loved by so many people when he finally went back to Australia - the cry was often heard; “Where is Roger!” I’ve heard he is doing some powerful healing in his own right in his own part of the world. Give him an email at roger.dymke@bigpond.com
In Amsterdam I had the great pleasure of working with Ava. She has a magic touch with clients. Her ability to ‘run’ the booking diary and keeping it all arranged was unique. On top of that she also became a very qualified healer. It was a real pleasure to have her sharing the energy work.
Day by day we’d say, “Well, it isn’t a very good day so far - there’s only been two miracles by lunch time!” You can have the benefits of her healing by phoning +31 (0) 20 627 0047, email: avamail@hetnet.nl
They were the most committed people and that experience re-confirmed my belief that the easiest way, and the surest way to learn this is to go to a workshop or two then sit in on as many sessions as possible whilst a practiced IH healer is working. This energy comes as near to bliss as I can ever imagine.
Next year there will be quite a few opportunities for others to do this as I will work in Europe again.
Another reason for the newsletter silence was that I seriously worked on improving my web page. In truth, Adil Kingen in Holland gave so much time and skill that, without his help it would have remained an embarrassment forever! Now, I am proud to suggest you visit www.broadviews.com and look through some of the articles and especially the Schedule of next year’s events.
Look at the workshops in Holland – weekend ones, weeklong retreats and the private sessions which are the basis of all the work. And the understanding is growing all the time.
Galina and I will also be teaching in Thailand later in the year and booking details are all in the web page.
For those who haven’t heard I also have a great Qigong video. Once again with the help of a friend in Amsterdam – Lester, who’s lounge room doubled for a television-recording studio.
In the near future I will also be creating special videos focussing on Qigong for cancer sufferers and their support people and another for heart disease sufferers. Let me know if you would like to be put on the waiting list for these new videos. Meanwhile you can find the Flying Bird Qigong DVD in the web page.
Galina and I are now living on the Central East Coast of Australia.
When we were looking at a house the real estate agent said with a sly look, “We don’t get any mice here.” It seems that the other occupant of the house is a three-metre snake up in the roof!
Today it is a lovely sunny day. If I turn my head to the right I can see the calm waters of the Pacific Ocean. Directly behind me is a grove of macadamia and avocado trees. Behind that again lies the nearby mountains covered by rainforest. Nearby is the small city of Coffs Harbour, midway between Sydney and Brisbane.
The local bananas are not yet ripe and the kookaburras have finished their morning serenade. Black cockatoos (parrots) are perching in the eucalyptus trees.
Here is a Feng Shui story: The story can now be told: the very day I surveyed Femke and Karuna’s house in Melbourne three years ago, their restaurant had the best day for five years.
Play with it!
One Sunday in Amsterdam, a lady who was to become a great friend of ours invited me to teach a group of her professional colleagues. Ineke Prins is more than just a psychiatrist, she is a living gem.
She invited four psychiatrists, several psychotherapists, an oncologist, a gynaecologist, a medical anthropologist and several others. What a group!
During the session that followed one psychiatrist found himself relating to a long dead nephew. For many years he knew the nephew was still around and needed help to leave. Naturally that concerned him greatly. As the quietness grew in the group, he had a personal experience which left him sure that his nephew had been released. The feedback for others was also very positive.
What motivates great artists?
When we were in Klagenfurt (Austria) at the Dali exhibition we read that he had been saddled with never-ending distress because his mother had always insisted that he was the reincarnation of his older brother who had died the year before. She was so convinced of this, that she had given him the same names.
In the van Gogh museum in Amsterdam we were interested to discover that much the same thing happened for Vincent Willem van Gogh. He too was given the same names as a dead brother who had passed away exactly one year to the day that Vincent was born.
Most of us miss the signs nature provides. An example for us was this: As we drove north from Melbourne the day was bright and clear. All around the horizon were huge cumulus clouds hanging over the mountains threatening to spread lightning and heavy rain in our path. It meant the temperature was perfect for travel. For the whole two days, no matter that we were covering hundreds of kilometres at average speed of 110kph the clouds stayed with us. Just out of our range but always in front and on both sides.
I recalled the time I was on a long distance bicycle tour. For three hours I kept riding expecting any moment to get very wet as huge clouds gathered. In all that time I did not get one spot of rain even though the rain was falling close enough ahead of me for cars to be still using their wipers as they approached. More than that, it was through the mountains and there was only one shop to buy lunch in all of that distance. As I walked into the shop the rain poured down until it was time for me to leave then once again the rain stopped.
In the Cook Islands far out into the South Pacific, I once asked Matai how did the people living in tiny thatched houses survive through hurricanes over the centuries. He told me they only needed to watch the banana palms. If their island was to be hit with a powerful storm that year then the banana palms would begin to grow with a twist in their trunks and they could prepare months before. “How else could we survive if we didn’t observe nature – sometimes we would even need to sail to a nearby island which we knew wouldn’t be hit because the palms there were growing normally,” he told me.
In 1982 in the Negev desert I was interviewing a Bedouin sheik for a film I was making. I asked a similar question, “How do you husband the desert?” His reply was to take me outside and show me how each October he would make six small piles of salt on a flat rock. Next morning some piles would be dry, others moist and others with a little rivulet running off them. Each pile represented each of the next six month’s weather pattern, he explained, “Without this accuracy, we could never have lived in such arid areas.”
You might remember the time when Gorbachev was about to be de-throned? One journalist in Moscow noted that for two days before the putsch, rats were seen during the daytime, running freely in the city streets of Moscow and Bayku. I think the rats somehow knew that the humans were going to be totally occupied and they would be free to roam without danger! Why not? Olden times sailors used to know that rats always deserted a ship long before it sinks.
And what about this? NASA scientists know now that when a spacecraft is heading to the moon there is a point where there is no gravitational pull from the earth and there is no gravitational pull from the moon. One lecturer suggests therefore, that the moon cannot be causing tide changes on earth. Do you know the answer to this?
On our trip to Italy we went to visit one of our friends in the Adriatic coast city of Ancona. We didn’t get to meet them as it happens but in the city square there was a gathering (a gaggle?) of motorcycle cops from many different countries. They were from Germany, Russia, many states of the United States, Holland and so on. All in their police outfits of course with their huge motorcycles and colourful uniforms.
Next morning we were leaving town (voluntarily!) when I glanced in the rear mirror of the tiny van we were driving. Being a small city the street was quite narrow with no parking places or stopping bays. All other cars had emptied the street and behind us were the flashing blue lights of the entire convoy of police forces of a dozen countries. We could not stop nor get off the middle of the road! So for three or four kilometres we were leading a phalanx of motorcycle cops in their glory unable to pass us and probably furious that they weren’t going to be able to issue us a summons!
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