Whose Self Is It, Anyway?

By Atom Bergstrom

Atom’s Blog

No more private consultations. Private At-OM goes Public.

I’m still a P.I. — a Sherlock Holmes of Body Language — but now it stands for Public Eye instead of Private Eye.

Doing what I do in public is Free Speech.

Doing what I did in private might have been construed by a bureaucratic Cradle-to-Grave Nanny State as Against the Law.

A bureaucratic mindset is highly hallucinogenic.

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I won’t reveal the current event that cemented my decision, but I will cite similar incidents from the past.

The first one I’ve already written about in a previous blog entry.

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Lottie (not her real name) was diagnosed with a “fatal” autoimmune disease.

(The word “fatal” is a 21st Century version of a voodoo curse.)

I Body Dowsed her, and her right leg “jumped” whenever she mentioned her mother.

(Sometimes a “twitch” becomes visual. A leg will actually “jump” off the floor. You can slide a credit card under the foot if you’re quick enough.)

Interpreting Lottie’s Body Language, it didn’t take me long to figure out Lottie was inordinately attached to her mother.

Was she or wasn’t she? You be the judge.

Lottie lived with her mother in San Antonio.

She worked with her mother.

Her mother called her every hour to see how she was doing.

Lottie broke up with her fiancé because he wanted to move thirty miles away from her mother.

I got in trouble over this particular session of Body Dowsing.

Lottie’s mother phoned my friend Norma, who had set up the session, and unloaded all over her.

“Is that guy crazy? Lottie tells me he said, I’m the reason she’s sick!”

I told Norma, “I never said, her mother was the cause. I told her, SHE was unduly attached to her mother, not the other way around.”

I added, “Actually, telling her mother that was Lottie’s method of being passive-aggressive, both against me and her mother.”

And, of course, Lottie’s mother forbade her from ever seeing me again.

Since Norma worked with Lottie and her mother, the incident put her in disfavor too (putting it mildly)

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Buddy (not his real name) was losing his eyesight in the right eye.

He didn’t “see” things the same way as his mother, according to Body Dowsing.

You guessed it. He told his mother I said she was making him go blind!

No. Buddy was making himself go blind, using his mother as an excuse.

But guess where his mother’s anger was directed? At yours truly.

It was a classic case of “blaming the bearer of bad tidings.”

It would be an understatement to say Buddy’s parents were not pleased with me.

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A commonplace passive-aggressive statement is, “The neighbor says you’re a dimwitted nincompoop.”

You get upset, and the falsifier catches no flak.

And the confused neighbor wonders why you’re training your dog to poop on his doorstep.

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My highest choice — maybe even a calling — is to teach people to heal their own cells with their own self.

Self-Healing is an inside job.

The word “doctor” comes from the Latin docere (“teach”).

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Adano Ley (Swami Nitty-Gritty) told the story of a gruff old medical doctor who died and went to Heaven.

The doctor found himself in front of the Pearly Gates, where there was a very long line.

He rushed up to St. Peter, and insisted, “I’m a doctor. I shouldn’t have to wait in this line. Can I go right in?”

But St. Peter replied, “Everyone has to wait their turn. Go to the end of the line.”

The old doctor mumbled and grumbled, and returned to the rear of the line.

Suddenly, a smiling young doctor rushed past him and went directly up to the Pearly Gates.

“Hi, St. Pete,” the young doctor shouted out. He removed his stethoscope and quickly walked through the Pearly Gates into Heaven.

This really irritated the old doctor.

He angrily approached St. Peter again, and demanded, “I’m a doctor too. How come that doctor gets to go right into Heaven and I’m still stuck at the very end of this doggone line?”

St. Peter replied, “Because you’re a doctor playing God. That was God playing doctor.”

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Murdo Donaldson MacLeod (How to Achieve Good Fortune, 1932) wrote …

“Your body is crystallised thought. It is subject to change by the action of the mind within.

“A barbed arrow in the form of a bitter word from a neighbour upsets both your emotions and your bodily functions. Storms of fear, anger, resentment, cause chemical changes and create poisons in your body.

“The inner doctor is your own thought. It literally creates desired strength and beauty.

“To gain ascendency over physical disabilities, the body must be regarded as amenable to change by the power of the subject’s thought-picture of vivid health, joyous freedom, vibrant life. The condition desired will be achieved however remote it may seem at a given moment.

“The five physical means of increasing vital force are air, water, food, exercise and relaxation. But these material forces should be linked up with creative thought or constructive affirmations.

“Whatever your mind dwells on and affirms in confidence you become. The inner doctor will achieve perfect health even while you sleep.”

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The Amateur Inner Doctor says, “I said my affirmation, and it didn’t work.”

In a timeless actuality, the second affirmation photo-finishes with the first one.

Nobody wins a Zero-Sum Game.

Don’t use the Big Fat Mouth to subject your life and health to the Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility.

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According to Swami Nitty-Gritty …

“Overcome the Big Fat Mouth. Live what you say.”

Codependency is defined as “a disease of a lost self.”

Whose self is it, anyway?
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