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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] medicine, no drugs, will help you at all there is only 49 one possible cure and it is this: You must lie still with your feet together and your hands together, and you must let yourself go to sleep, even though it be for a few moments only go to sleep so the astral body can ease out of the physical body and then sink down and relocate exactly. When it is relocated exactly you have a sense of wellbeing and no headache. And that's all there is to it! In this chapter quite a lot has been said about astral travel, far more than need have been said. But the whole idea was to repeat things from different angles so that you could perhaps grasp the underlying state- ment that it is so very, very easy. You can do it provided you do not try too hard. You can do it pro- vided you have patience. You cannot go along to a ticket agency or travel agency and just book an astral flight, you know. Some of the flights cost a lot of money, but in the astral world it's all free. And you can have it for free if you have patience and are not too tired. So go to it. It truly is a wonderful, wonderful sensa- tion. 50 CHAPTER THREE JOHN THOMAS was a fine, upstanding young member of the little Welsh community. A loyal, vociferous member of the Wales for the Welsh Look you Movement, he was an acknowledged leader of the group who shouted invective when the Prince of Wales to-be appeared in the Principality. Loud and shrill he was, indeed, when he translated strange bardic oaths into the English language and hurled them at the heads, or ears, of English tourists harm- lessly visiting the Seat of Welsh Culture. Down at the Leek and Daffodil he threw a pretty Dart at the heart of the English Tyrant, Whateffer, look you, as he stopped for a moment or so from his endless beer imbibing. Many were the tales he told of English atrocities as he waited for his unemployment benefit provided free by a parsimonious England. By night he would steal out with a paint-pot and brush and, first making sure he was unobserved, paint witty remarks on any convenient wall always against the English, of course. But one day he appeared at the Leek and Daffodil looking grim and glum as well as morose and moody. What is it that ails you, John Thomas? enquire a friend. You look kind of Wilted! John Thomas sighed and groaned and wiggled his ears. Ah, woe is me! he exclaimed, rolling his eyes heavenwards but keeping a tight hold of his tankard. woe is me, my dole has run out and I can get no 51 more from the filthy English, now I shall have to work in the Land of my Fathers! He turned away and quickly grabbed the filled tankard of a man whose attention had been distracted. Draining the stranger's first, then his own, he hastened away. Next day, with heart-felt lamentations, he took a job as a tourist bus driver and was henceforth known as Thomas the Bus. Sadly, sadly, he drove English tourists on their excursions, answering their questions with a pleasant smile, but holding black murder in his heart. Days wore on and Thomas the Bus wore out. More and more morose he became, look you, and no longer was his voice raised in song. No longer did he raise the tankard for even gift beer. He grew lethargic, listless, languid, and lazy. No longer did he daub graffita on the walls at night, no longer did he object or raise a commotion when, being detected in short-changing his tourists, an Englishman sang, Taffy was a Welshman Taffy was a thief, Taffy came to our house And stole a round of beef. It is under the weather that I am indeed he quoth to a crony, and I feel that my shadow is more sub- stantial than I myself am, perhaps I should hie me forth and consult Old Williams the Med. Off he tottered on shaking limbs and painfully hauled him- self up the three steps to Williams the Med. Dr. Williams soon disposed of the other patients and called in Thomas the Bus, exclaiming, Well, what is it with you, my man? Oh, Dr. Williams, exclaimed Thomas the Bus, I can sing no more and I cannot raise my tankard. He looked about furtively and then in a conspiratorial whisper mumbled, That's not all I can't do either. His voice sank lower and lower, and at last Dr. 52 Williams said, Yes, my man, I know exactly what is wrong with you. As Thomas the Bus you are crouched over your controls and it has constricted your bowels. His voice rose to an angry roar, You are constipated, my man, CONSTIPATED full of useless rubbish. Would you have rubbish in your house? Wouldn't you take it outside for the sanitary attendant's atten- tion? Thomas the Bus hung his head in shame, and he mumbled, Yes, my bus goes every day but I only go once a week. I received many many letters, thirty or forty a day as I have already stated, and a surprising number are about medical problems. Many people, women especially, do not feel very happy about going to see a doctor and discussing some of the more common and perhaps embarrassing illnesses,dysfunctions, or com- plaints, so they write to me. In this chapter I am going to deal with one or two health problems, but the first one of all is constipation! This is probably the most insidious complaint or Illness ever to afflict mankind. One takes action about other types of illness. If you have bad toothache you have the wretched thing yanked out. If you have a broken leg you have the bones set. But constipa- tion ! People seem to think it is like the poor, always with us. Many people place great faith in the wise words of doctors, but doctors are often in the hands of the pharmaceutical manufacturers. The common cold, and even more common constipation, are what one might term the bread and butter illnesses of the pharmacists. Billions of pounds or dollars have been and will be spent on cures for colds and constipa- tion. Well, the doctor abides, or should abide, by two ancient laws, the first of which states that the art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while 53 Nature cures the illness. The second is 'primum non nocere' which means first do no harm . Whatever a doctor does, then, should be in accordance with those two laws, the first gain the patient's interest and hope that Nature will cure the illness, and second do no harm. Unfortunately, in the opinion of many people the doctor is doing a great harm when he omits to warn people of the dangers of constipation. Constipation interests us who want to do astral [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |