„From birth to death, all your experiences, great and small, are made possible by your body from eating to working to playing to making love”, Ken Wilber, Redefining the body
„One of the most important values we hold, both culturally and as a species, is to be physically «healthy», yet so often, we fail to cultivate our health” , Ken Wilber, Redefining the body
To know through words is a privilege of the humankind. Yet, however rich might the experience described in words be, it can not be genuinely lived unless we sacrifice the word and plunge into the embrace of the experience proper: the hand which heals is the likely extension of the word which inspires.
This is, in fact, the trajectory most of us have covered, naturally, from being moved by a mere curiosity about Yumeiho to being enthusiast practitioners of this therapy. The word which promises your cure must be truly inspiring so you, who are more than your body, can realize, once again, that you must revisit your own body and that you must turn it into the cathedral your soul should rightfully dwell.
As the perennial philosophy which has recently been rediscovered and rehabilitated in respect to the validity (if not scientifically, than, at least, empirically) of their tenets maintains, the human being is a whole, a unity. What is valuable about Yumeiho, from this perspective, is it is grounded in the concept of holistic health (maybe not as strong as the concept of holistic health as promoted by other traditional oriental therapies, such as Reiki, but, eventually, the perspective is valid), a concept which offers the therapy in question the advantage of being able to approach the sufferings from their root: what is affected by illness at the superior layers of soma is caused, most of the times, by something localized on a much deeper layer.
What Yumeiho promises refers to the rehabilitation of the somatic verticality and, hence the restoration of a certain sense of human dignity. But words can only indicate what, in fact, Yumeiho achieves. Without misstating the original impressions, most likely experienced by most of us when we first heard about Yumeiho, yes, we can speak about the encounter with yet another exotic therapy. However, in this case, the feeling of this rough encounter suddenly turned into the sensation that, sitting aside and contemplating, more or less interested, the view, the view grows hands: it embraces you, it invited you to discover its depths, its peaks, its finesse. Yes, the encounter turns into an embrace, into smile, into warm communion.
And the merit of this metamorphosis, of course, belongs to the messenger. Beyond his physiognomy, the messenger is a face. Beyond words, the messenger is a voice. Beyond his speech, the messenger has a story. Yet, above all, the messenger is a master. I call the messenger a master because, before putting me face to face with Yumeiho, he puts me face to face with myself. I recognize myself in his story as I should recognize myself in a mirror which renders me more vertical, more symmetrical, more free, so to speak, from the disease with which I, for now, live in symbiosis. I see myself there because I am already there, the only almost elusive distance between me-here and me-there being the distance which can only be crushed by the act of choosing.
The messenger is a master because he turns Yumeiho into one of my possible stories. Because he makes me revisit my own body and see, my eyes turned on the inside, how my soul does not inhabit its rightful cathedral, but an approximate shell claiming its worthy architecture. He is a master because, while speaking about Yumeiho, he makes me understand things about me. Because, in this entire story, me and the messenger, we become transparent and we dissolve in the only thing that matters: Yumeiho is no longer an exotic horizon, by a paradigm. Yumeiho and the master become one, each of them dealing with what they are meant to deal with: Yumeiho is a therapy for the body, and the messenger is a master for the soul. And the thrill with which I look for the next encounter with Yumeiho is the same thrill with which I look for the next rendezvous with my own self.