Simple and glorious

[Barrett Dorko]

Simplicity is the glory of expression.

Walt Whitman

I came across this quote recently and felt sure it would prove useful eventually. Today’s the day.

Often I’m asked to cite a study isolating ideomotion as a treatment regimen. Aside from something Luke Rickards did a few years ago I can’t think of any. It demonstrated effectiveness in care of severe cervical pain, as I recall.

But when I’m asked about this movement I try to emphasize its ubiquity to no avail. Maybe it’s that word, ubiquity. Look it up.

How often have others written whole books about the solution to a difficult problem being present from the beginning of engagement but hidden by its familiarity, even its banality?

Ideomotion isn’t something I create when I touch others, it’s already there. It will remain a part of living long after the patient leaves me and all I add is some permission to sense it, unleash it and express it more fully.

Walt had it right. Expression is a glorious thing - and it’s simple.

[byronselorme]

I went to see Bas last Saturday and he walked me through some things. Ideomotion and DNM particularly.

Ideomotion felt really strange and slightly unnerving. I kept making sure that I wasn't voluntarily doing it, then I had visions of the explanation the Osteo down the street was giving me for his MFR training and all the people who were swimmers were swimming during the "release" etc..

It was very odd that the direction I kept going in caused me to think this is not a good direction to go in...this is going to hurt.. and then it didn't hurt. I was thinking quite often how very strange it was.

I must read more about it.

There was a time after I visited my mothers house that I realized that I had lost my wallet. I was looking everywhere for it and starting to get concerned. I thought I had better drive back over to her house to try searching there. For some reason I posed a question to myself as I was driving back. I asked "So brain, where do you think it is?" I felt a reply that made no sense. "What's different about your jacket?" I stopped because that was such a weird and off track question. I ran my hands around my jacket and realized that although it was very similar to mine, it was in fact my brothers who had almost the same jacket (it had an ever so slight different lining but all colours and fabric the same).
It dawned on me right there that I must have grabbed the wrong jacket and sure enough my wallet and jacket were safe and sound on the hook at my mothers.

This ideomotion experience was like that. It very strange indeed. Who is running the show here? Who is paying attention when I am not paying attention?

[Diane]

Ha! Meeting the survival system/threat detector and interacting with it. Great story Byron.

[caro]

Love that story Byron.

It made me dig out a book : Larry's party by the late, great, Carol Shields.

Here is the first line :

By mistake Larry Weller took someone else's Harris tweed jacket instead of his own, and it wasn't till he jammed his hand in the pocket that he knew something was wrong.

[Bas Asselbergs]

Byron, thank you for that story. Diane hits the nail on the head.

My first experience with ideomotion was in an "unwinding" during MFR in the late 80's.
It was really strange and made more so by the creative explanation of what was going on - and my acceptance of that explanation. Yes, I was an idiot.

Ideomotor movement goes where it needs to.

Nowadays, giving up or in (as in: not trying to "control") to ideomotion is exactly as Barrett describes: a glorious, simple expression.

[Barrett Dorko]

Standing in line on the far side of the x-ray scanner in a distant airport years ago I grabbed the blue blazer I'd taken off a few minutes before. Thrusting my hand through one sleeve and flinging the other toward the other arm, I saw the cuff reaching toward my elbow and felt the fabric starting to strain.

"I think you took my jacket," said the little guy standing next to me.

That's my jacket story.

[byronselorme]

I guess what I really want to know is while I was discussing my missing wallet with my brain who was driving the damn car?

[Diane]

The same part that usually drives while one daydreams.

[Barrett Dorko]

What I find especially interesting is that Byron discovered what wasn't there.

[zimney3pt]

"I think you took my jacket," said the little guy standing next to me.

That's my jacket story.

Barrett, based on all your movie and TV stories, as you explained this story my thoughts went to a funny scene in Tommy Boy.