Repeated Sneezing - Intense Sniffing Conflict Quickly Resolved PLUS Nausea

 On Monday we returned from Bacau where my parents live. To save 30-40 km to the house, we chose a road over a steep hill. On the way down, the road was OK. On the way up with the car loaded, with a child, dog, rabbit, a bag of wheat, with a beehive in the trunk, on gravel, it was impossible to climb. My car was breaking down, so my husband decided to take it around the hill on an unknown dirt road.

Having had the unpleasant experience of a road trip on the unpaved Transalpina mountain road a few years ago, with a city car, in the rain, where we ended up by mistake, all the nightmare sensations from back then came back to me. So, we went according to my husband's intuition. The road was not wet, but it was in the evening and it had rained a week before so we didn't know what condition it was in higher up towards the top of the hill and if we would manage to climb... turning back was almost impossible.

I was stuck to my seat for about 10 minutes until we stopped at some pretty deep ditches. We got off to see what was up there and my husband decided it was OK. I was so stressed that I couldn't get in the car. I felt like I had to walk a bit or I would throw up - I was suddenly nauseous.

I walked up about 50 meters, my husband walked over the ditches, I got back in the car and everything went smoothly.

As soon as I got down the hill and reached the asphalt I started sneezing repeatedly, about 5-6 times in a row and I couldn't stop them :) My nausea went away about 15 minutes later.

Explanation:

Nausea - the toxic bite that the body wants to eliminate (physical or imaginary), the conflict is similar to that of diarrhea. In my case, I didn't like the fact that we had to go on an unknown road, I could see myself spending the night in the forest near the hill, stuck somewhere halfway down the road, with a child and a loaded car.

Sneezing - resolving a sniffing conflict. It wasn't accompanied by snot because it was a very short-lived conflict (about 30 minutes). From the moment I saw that we couldn't go up the hill on the paved road, I started to sniff the danger. I sniffed the entire way up and calmed down only when I got down, on the other side.

If I didn't know German medicine, I would have said that I had a cold and that I had eaten heavy food at my parents'.

Good health to everyone,
Geo

Myopia

 From 2007 to 2009 I worked in a multinational in the automotive field. It was my first job in such a company. I had high expectations both from myself and from them; it was my big launch pad into the real corporate world that I had dreamed of for so many years and for which I had spent so many years of school.

It was truly an extraordinary world that matched my ambitions at the time. I was 26 years old, I wanted to be a great manager, to show what I was capable of, to earn a lot of money, to have responsibilities, to "shine". Unfortunately, my plans to "shine" :) did not match those of my manager, a strange individual, sometimes cheerful, sometimes nervous, with sudden mood swings who would now laugh so that the halls echoed, and now scream so that everyone ran out of her way.

I was on constant alert. When she wouldn't answer our smallest questions and pretended not to hear us even though we were two steps away, when she would find herself commenting on our office discussions, even though she wasn't involved, out of the blue when she thought we weren't talking properly. She had put some adhesive tape on the carpet in front of her office, the tape that no one was allowed to cross because she was always working on something confidential. Whenever the tape was broken, the lady would scream so loudly that the building would resound. The factory employees had even called us out of the office into the hallway to beg us for something, just to stop coming in for fear of her.

She would call us on the phone and terrorize us non-stop, calling us on completely inappropriate days and hours to test if we were attentive and answering. Otherwise, you would be eaten alive and her rage would be unleashed on you for weeks. In the morning, she would come in like a madman, not say hello, throw her laptop on the desk and get to work. We had meetings where we would give an account for all the mistakes from Adam to Noah and all their sleeping race. I won't insist anymore. She was the kind of person who fed on the negative energy in the office that she continuously produced, permanently attaching herself to at least one of us and making her life an ordeal. 

You had to be always on guard, take your phone with you to the toilet, sleep at home with it under your pillow, always be available at any time of the day or night when she wanted, of course including on vacation (I remember we were on the Transfagarasan mountain road and I was giving her explanations over the phone how to find a copy of an employee's ID card, even though the employee was available in the factory, even though she had the password to my computer where they were scanned, even though she had the key to the file cabinets).

It doesn't matter anymore...the idea is that I developed myopia there, from the stress of always being on guard, of not knowing from which side and when it will hit me next time. As can be seen from the article, it is clear that the conflict still grinds me, the myopia has subsided, but I still have problems.

The explanation for myopia: when we are always on guard, when we are afraid of a danger and we don't know where and when it will appear, when the attacker appears from behind or from the side and we don't see him well (her office was to my left, further back, and I couldn't always see what she was doing - I had put a filing cabinet between her and me, but I still didn't feel safe).

Biological explanation: When the conflict ended, an edema occurs between the retina and the sclera of the eye, which can lead to retinal detachment, more or less noticeable. If the conflict recurs (which was the case for me every day) several times, it leads to optical elongation of the eye because a thicker layer appears between the retina and the sclera, which is the result of repeated repairs.

For now, the problem has subsided, but it still persists - 5-6 years ago I didn't dare to get behind the wheel without glasses because I couldn't see the traffic lights in the distance. I think I will get rid of the problem only when that dark period is finally behind me.

Have a nice day everyone,

Geo

Severe Pain in the Right Biceps - Devaluation Conflict

 written in February 2017:

Symptoms - quite unpleasant pain in the right hand, up in the biceps muscle area - only in certain positions. Duration - about 3 days.

Conflict - devaluation conflict related to the mobility of the striated muscle in the healing phase. The muscle is recovering and the pain appears from the nerve impulses through which the body tests that the area is functional. Devaluation conflict = I don't think I can perform a certain physical task with that part of the body. If you succeed, pain (muscle fever) appears because the body replaces certain cells in the area with stronger ones and restores the nerve endings so that next time you can without a doubt.

Explanations in my case - two possible:

1. The night before yesterday it snowed about 30cm and yesterday I shoveled snow for about half a day, my husband being away from home for 4 days; I had to take care of it because the -20 degrees frost was coming, the snow was getting harder and it was harder to move after that; plus my husband was coming home in the dark from afar and needed a place to park the car; it seemed to me that I couldn't finish it, that I was tired and that the task was beyond my strength; I finished, everything was ok;

2. the most plausible for me - my husband was away from home for 4 days; me with the whole household on my head, plus the worry of making a fire 2-3 times a night, carrying wood, I had the impression that I was being overwhelmed by worries and that I couldn't cope with everything both physically and mentally. Why do I say it's the most plausible? Because the pains appeared about an hour after he returned home.

Another useful detail - when such pain occurs, we may experience an additional conflict of devaluation in the same area, because it bothers us and we are dissatisfied that it does not help us and we cannot use it, so we have a bad opinion of our abilities in that area. These additional conflicts can prolong the pain.

Health!

Clogged Tear Duct, Yellow Eye Secretions in a Young Child

 Clogged tear duct, yellow eye secretions in a young child - Conflict I don't want to be seen in this situation

November 2016

Another concrete case from our family clarified: yesterday while the child was sleeping, because the internet was down due to bad weather, I started browsing through NMG documents on my tablet, just by chance. My eyes fell on the section with lacrimal gland and lacrimal duct diseases. Bingo! Another case explained...

The little one, about a month after birth, suffered from a blocked tear duct in his left eye - specifically: every morning he woke up with his eye glued shut, with dry and sticky pus all over his eye, coming from the area of ​​the lacrimal duct, that is, from the base of the nose. The doctor advised us to wipe it well with saline and wait for it to pass. It passed in a few days. At that time, we, not knowing anything about NMG, blamed it all on a walk in the wind outside. We thought, because that's all we knew and our heads were spinning, that the current must have pulled the poor child's eye :)

Explanation: Conflict involved in the blockage of the tear duct: I don't want to be seen in this situation. I sat and thought, puzzled, in what situation the poor one-month-old child wouldn't want to be seen. And then the explanation "hit" me - it was conflict taken over from me! Small children often take over the conflicts of their mother or relatives they feel very close to. In the last month of pregnancy and during the birth, I didn't want to be seen. Not at all! Leave me alone.

I didn't accept any visits from anyone at the maternity ward, no matter how close they were. Only my husband was the only one I wanted by my side. The rest, only 2-3 very, very close people came home about 2 weeks when I wanted to see someone. Until then, I wanted absolutely everyone to leave me alone.

The result: blocked tear duct in the child, one month after birth, at the moment when I got over the conflict.

Thank you, Dr. Hamer,

Fever, Frontal Headache in a Young Child

 Fever, Frontal Headache in a Young Child - Conflict situation that I don't know how to get out of + Conflict attack from the front

August 2016:

Proof of how much harm an adult can do to a child, out of too much affection and kindness, but lack of attention to what he wants to say...here it is: today at lunch I was coming with the little one from the kindergarten together with his grandmother.

The little one was fussy because he was sleepy, he was making noises that he wanted to be in my arms, he was crying incessantly.

I knew he was sleepy. I left him alone to walk next to us, so with a song because my back was not holding me back to carry him in my arms. I explained to him that my back hurts, that I can't carry him in my arms up the hill 100 meters to the house and I continued walking next to him knowing that I was putting him home to sleep and he calmed down because that's all he really wanted.

His grandmother wouldn't let him take him in her arms. She insisted even though the child didn't want to be in her arms. At one point she picked him up even though the child was screaming loudly "No! No! No!" and struggling to get to her in her arms. She carried him about 50 meters in her arms, then I picked him up.

We got home, I put him to sleep and about an hour and a half later he woke up nervous, crying, with a moderate fever and a little tired. In addition, he was complaining that his head hurt in the forehead area. Knowing that a fever means "I want to get out of this situation where I don't feel safe" I thought that only his grandmother was upset when she took him by force in her arms even though he was screaming No and struggling.

I explained to him nicely that she wouldn't take him anymore, I held him in my arms until we left because we were getting ready to go home anyway. I gave him a Bach Rescue Remedy which he refused and I didn't insist. Generally children feel when they does he need something or not?

On the way, his fever went away about 30 minutes after leaving and he fell asleep in the car for about an hour. When he woke up, he was hungry and I wanted to give him a bag of cookies from his grandmother. His head had gone too. He asked me where I got them and when I told him they were from her he started screaming and gave them back to me. Proof that my intuition about the fever had been correct. His father bought him some more cookies from a gas station which he devoured immediately. He didn't want to touch the ones from his grandmother.

When I got home, I explained to his grandmother what had happened and I wanted to give him a call to make peace with her. She didn't even want to hear it.

You can find the explanation for the fever above, the one for frontal headache = frontal attack, the child he felt attacked from the front.

So, mothers, pay attention to what your child wants to tell you, listen to your instincts and don't immediately run to the medicine. The fever lasted a maximum of an hour and passed quite quickly after I talked to the child and explained to him that his grandmother would not force him into her arms anymore. No paracetamol or other chemicals.

Thank you, Dr. Hamer!

Excessive Urination - Conflict: Marking New Territory

 August 2016

Let me tell you the latest NMG-interpreted rant by none other than my husband - the one who until a few months ago considered me a bit airy when I told him about my new discovery, NMG that is.

On Friday I drove about 200km. I, who generally have no problems with going to the toilet, can last for hours, now during approx. 4 hours I needed it 5 times! Once I even stormed into a gas station because I couldn't hold back any longer. Once upon departure, once upon arrival at the first destination, then upon departure from the first destination, then in a big rush to the gas station, then in a big rush again to the final destination. What was going to happen to me, I wondered.

Especially since I was in a hurry to leave and hadn't drunk anything since the previous evening. So...And then my husband says to me "Well, I think you want to mark your territory!" And the light bulb went on :) Thursday night we got our new car and on Friday we set off on our journey. New car, new seat, new territory...a lot of things to mark, right? :)

And the sensation of urinating wasn't accompanied by a stinging sensation, that's because it wasn't a negative conflict, I didn't feel my territory threatened, it was just new and needed to be marked :)

Breast Lump / Breast Cancer - Child Care Conflict

 Because I'm tired of constantly bumping into the issue of breast cancer, the statistics on the mortality rate, how odious this cancer is, the "worst" of all types of cancer, crazy women who cut off their breasts preventively and other blah blah, I decided to tell you my story.

I had a lump in my left breast. I discovered it in 2007 by chance while I was taking a shower. I got a cold shiver. It was the size of a pea. Every time I took a shower, I checked it a little more, I got a little more stressed. I was 26 years old. That's it. I didn't know there were any cases of breast cancer in my family. I kept checking it for a while, for a while I got caught up in work and the hustle and bustle of multinationals, I forgot about it, going to the doctor scared me worse than the lump itself... and then suddenly I discovered, he kept telling me that my left breast was a little saggy and I couldn't feel the lump anywhere. I checked it and rechecked it and it was gone.

I forgot about it until I discovered NMG and explained my situation. And since I've explained it, let me tell you something that might help someone: in 2006, exactly 2 weeks after our wedding, my mother-in-law died. My husband called me to say that she had died standing up, in a pharmacy while she was standing in line to get some pills. She was 52 years old and suffered from a heart condition. The husband also had a grandmother who also died of a heart attack and about 2 other relatives, who also died of heart attacks. We also went to get tested and my husband, young as me, after 2 weeks of not knowing what was wrong with him, of carrying him by the hand on the street like a child after his mother's death, came out with heart problems.

Wow. Crazy EKG, very high cholesterol, I don't know what palpitations and other crazy things that I didn't even understand. Clearly GENETICAL! I told myself at the time. If the poor guy has heart problems at this age, it's clearly from his mother, grandmother and the rest of his relatives. We need to get tested often, to keep everything short! I was extremely worried about him.

For a while his tests kept coming back negative, then we got busy with work and kept postponing. Now he's getting an EKG for occupational medicine and it's coming out fine. The conclusion - the nodule was because I was very worried about his health for a while. Then it was dissolved and the breast was left a little loose because, I think, there is a small piece of tissue missing there.

Why left, even though I am right-handed? Because at that time I looked at it like my child (I didn't openly admit it, but subconsciously I think I saw it as a child). Conclusion 2 - I'm not necessarily saying to do like me, to ignore the possible knot, but be very careful which "doctors" you go to. You might also end up with lung problems from the fear of death, not just mutilated breasts. I wrote an article on this topic some time ago when my friends were attacking me and making me desperate with the Avon pink march. Maybe this will help someone too. Good health and don't forget, get rid of fear!

Irritation/Red Bumps on Child's Feet - Separation Conflict

 July 2016: For about 3 days, the child has had a few reddish blisters on the inside of his legs, from the knee up, on a portion about the size of a palm, on the left more, but also on the right, which are felt in relief when touched. Most of them are above the knee. He doesn't eat it, they are just a little unsightly.

The classic explanation of allopathic medicine: poisoning. Where does poisoning come from if it is only on his legs, only in those places and the child eats food either produced by us or bought from local producers that we know. Nothing from the supermarket seems edible to us anymore :)).

My explanation: the picture of the car is more than relevant. A few days ago, a little boy came to visit us with whom ours still plays - each of them very possessive of their own toys by the way. Ours loves this car enormously and it is hard to give it up. It's a car that pushes with the feet, as you can see in the picture the area where the knee is more prominent, so better foot-car contact.

So... the explanation: the bumps - separation conflict. The inside of the legs: separation from something you did NOT want to separate from (if it was on the outside it would have been separation from something you want to get rid of). The conflict - our smell gave way to the other boy's car for a few minutes, although he didn't really want to, he suffered after it. The end! We're now waiting for it to pass.

Gastric Acidity - Anger Conflict

 July 2016: last night my husband comes home from a neighbor's to inform me that the 5 rows of corn that we had planted in his garden, with his approval along with other vegetables, were cut by the same neighbor along with climbing beans, pumpkins and whatever else was there in the corn.

The corn was planted later, but I kept it to boil and the stalks to dress the smaller trees in the winter (I hope I can pray to someone to keep giving me what I need). Good.

I find out with "joy" that the night before while my husband was digging potatoes, the same neighbor came, a little drunk, to ask if he could cut the corn because there was nothing being done there to feed it to the animals anyway. My husband jokingly replied that "we'll cut it tomorrow"...

"Tomorrow" everything was already cut, including the beans. I was boiling in my own juice all evening. I calmed down, but around 2 am I woke up and couldn't sleep for about 2 hours, also because of nerves. The stomach acidity/burning in the throat would appear as soon as I remembered and got angry, then they would disappear as soon as I realized them, absolutely immediately, and I would try to go to sleep. I would remember, get angry, the symptoms would come and go. I would calm down, done with them. So, stomach acidity = anger conflict in the active phase. It can be controlled by relaxation.

Case 2: August 2013 - I was 8 months pregnant. I slept with 4 pillows under my head and with slices of dry bread on the windowsill. Why? Night after night I had such high acidity that I would cough from the stinging all night and I couldn't get any sleep unless I ate dry bread. Why? I was angry at my situation, at the child for not "coming out" faster so I could rest, for kicking my lungs non-stop, for not letting me sit on my side, for only being able to sit on my back, for pressing on my bladder and pissing me off non-stop :). At that time I didn't know anything about NMG and thought it was normal to have heartburn.

Thank you, Dr. Hamer!

Snoring - Unspoken Things We "Say" in Our Sleep

 June 2016: About snoring (we snore when we have a lot of unsaid things on our minds, in general men snore more because they are less skilled in verbal communication :) ) - and now let me tell you about me.

At home I still snore sometimes, but not that often. I've been at my parents' in another city for a week - to see them, to see their grandson, my husband being away on a course for a few days. Since I've been at their place I've been snoring so loudly that I wake up in the morning almost hoarse. My mother also told me that she hears me snoring loudly.

I wonder why? :) Let's look at the explanation - One: my mother doesn't say something good so easily - what she doesn't like comes out on the conveyor belt. She doesn't like my haircut, how I wear my shoes, how I dress, she always wants to change me, etc. etc. Two: Dad is a man of extremes - when he smothers you with so much affection that he bends over because it seems fake when he's being harsh, he talks badly, he swears.

Recently, he taught me the theorem on how to raise my child (2 years and 8 months) - that is, the method by which we were raised - to only love him in his sleep so that he can get it in his head, to beat him from time to time so that he knows for fear that he'll get it in my head, he yelled at him several times (during the conversation with the child, he also slipped in a word with a p.... which in my house is not used even with the most fierce nerves), he threatened to beat him if he broke I don't know what precious cassette player, a 20-year-old junk.

I told my mother what I thought and asked her not to say anything about me if she didn't have anything good to say. The snoring has subsided since then - my throat doesn't sting in the morning. I'm a waste of time with my father - he's the kind of man who only listens to his own monologues.

Okay, that's it. Thank you, Dr. Hamer!