It was a 'live' event some years ago in Europe. I was being a translation-trainee and was observed for the quality of my performance,
Some days into the event my arm started hurting while doing C&E.
After a day of increasing pain I mentioned it to the person who had a say about my recruitement and her reaction came right from the rse guidelines: A disapproving look and she found it necessary to point out what a victim I was by analysing that any time I had to prove my skills I would manifest some illness and suggested I should contemplate this victimisation.
I remember how much this affected me. I felt attacked as I considered myself as somebody rarely getting sick (which was true before rse) and I felt challenged to prove her wrong.
The pain grew stronger...
I knew the symptoms and what they were indicating, I am a professional nurse.
I came up with all kind of avoidance, silencing what my body and reasoning were telling me. Everybody was suggesting to do blue body and make a card and do a walk so on and so on.
Somehow I persevered until the event was over and was about to leave as quickly as possible to see a doctor. Meanwhile my arm had become bluish.
In the moment of departure we were told that the 'Ram' wanted to meet 'his' staff, so everybody squeezed into a small room.
I never had the opportunity before to be that close to 'him' and I remember my deep awe and the belief that I would receive some masterlike help.
We spent 8 hours in this little hotelroom with the ramtha-character and numerous more bottles of wine.
,... she never uttered one word to me in the whole session.
I went home, straight into the hospital and was diagnosed with a thrombosis, reaching from my elbow right into one of the neck veins. Because I came that late I couldn't receive the better and more effective treatment but only a much longer and less effective one.....
Parts of that vein are still clogged and will probably never open up again.
It's still a kinda happy ending, because worse things could have happened.
Today I can see the abnormity of my whole behaviour clearly.
I came up with all kinds of explanation about why the 'ram' didn talk to me in this situation.
This in hindsight is so sick...
How brainwashed was I, not to react to such symptoms, despite identifying them correctly?
How brainwashed was I to believe nothing could happen to me cause 'he' said so?
How brainwashed was I to afterwards blaming myself of not being worthy of getting any help from the 'masterteacher'?
I saw other people displaying similarly distorted ideas:
* frail old ladies pumping their wee bit of energy into C&E with their bodies almost collapsing.
* people with external fixators or crutches doing fieldwork
* pregnant women doing C&E, breathing like hell.....
* A dear old lady I knew for years, showed up with terminal cancer, she only had the weight of a small child and she travelled to an event far away from home and gave everything she had.......
To see her doing C&E made me cry.... wondering why she was not sitting in her garden enjoying her last days.... she died shortly after.
* Another friend was diagnosed with a pulmonary embolism and supposed to take the same medication I took for my arm.... he considered it dangerous and bad stuff (which is is, it's dangerous, but it can save lives) and said he'd heal himself and that the 'Ram' would help him.
The day he died I talked to him on the phone, he was really doing bad and I suggested treatment again, he thought he just needed sleep... He died a few hours later from the next embolism.
* I met students with hip dysplasia, limping for years, then suddenly showing up walking normally again and never admitting that they had a hip operation. So getting a hip operation obviously was a failure.
And I see RSE promoting all these healings students supposedly had.
There must be a counterbalance to this stories.
Students were dying because they thought they could heal themselves or the 'Ram' would help them,
This is sick mechanics at work.
I am embarrassed to have treated myself this badly.
I even wonder if I come along now as the whining victim .....
But that's just another programming.

With much love,
Kelku