Seventh Sense

The medical establishment is my first line of defense in my personal war against cancer, but once that's covered, I'm open to anything that alternative treatment has to offer, even if on the face of it, it sounds outlandish. I would hate to find myself in a position where I failed to avail myself of some remedy only to discover too late that it was key to a complete recovery.

Some weeks ago, a colleague told me how a woman called Sigalit, using a method taught to her by a cardiologist who’d gone looking for the soul, had helped her, so I made an appointment.

Dr. Nader Butto is a cardiologist at the Rabin Center. He has “...developed an energetic method that tracks down emotional conflict (and its state) which has caused the energetic block and that has eventually evolved as a physical illness. This unique method opens the energetic block and washes the body with a flow of life, energy, and vitality.” (See a demo.)

Sigalit began by examining the palm of my right hand and asking me what had happened eight years ago. My mother had died eight years ago amid circumstances that still cause me feelings of guilt, not least because the opportunity to have been a better daughter to her is forever gone. Sigalit also noted that I had undergone an emotional experience five years ago, although under happier circumstances with the birth of my first grandchild. She told me that the turmoil of my mother’s death had been the trigger for the cancer, which, based on the number of documented cases of cancer which appear to have been accelerated by a profoundly emotional experience, seems a reasonable assumption

Treatment consisted of me lying down with legs bent and slightly apart. I was to inhale through the nose and exhale through the mouth. Sigalit dug her fingers deep into my diaphragm which was extremely painful. Apparently, this is the location of fear and she waited to hear the click which would indicate that fear had flown my body. She pressed her hands at points above my breasts, which was also quite painful, and circled her hands over my head. Occasionally, she gently slapped my legs, which should have been shaking uncontrollably by now, but were hardly quivering. At a certain point, she suggested calling it a day and told me she wouldn’t take any money. But I was determined to get as much out of this as possible so we both strove valiantly on.

However, apart from a small flutter, my legs remained obdurately steady, although they were getting extremely uncomfortable being held in a somewhat unnatural position. At the end of the session, we acknowledged that nothing of any significance had taken place, that my fear remained invulnerable to exile. Sigalit gave me a few exercises to do which would open some chakras and a book called Cancer as a Turning Point by Lawrence LeShan. The book is excellent.