The Beginning of a Journey

Why Chinese Nutrition?
1st April 2016
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When I was a small child my favorite restaurant was a Chinese one in downtown Providence, the capital of Rhode Island in the United States.

I loved all the lanterns and the many dishes and the smiling faces of those who brought the food. I loved the wonton soup. And I loved the surprises they brought us small children - a forerunner of the Überraschungseier and Macdonald’s children’s gifts.

We were given tiny toys and small chewy sesame sweeties wrapped in rice paper which melted when it touched our tongues. We were given crispy folded cookies with little pieces of paper inside which, as wonderful childhood memories tend to be, still hold a magical effect on me.

From those early years I had the desire to visit China. As a young lady in the University these loyalties waned as “all things Japanese” became essential for a student studying graphic design – fitting in with the minimalism we learned from our dry but highly qualified Swiss professors. Yet I had a wonderful Chinese classmate, a first generation American. She taught me how to prepare the simple Chinese soups which became my mainstay upon moving to NYC with my low pay and expensive flat. The great Chinese laundry across the street took care of beautifully washing and ironing my cloths – charging a small sum for a neatly wrapped brown paper package still warm from the clean contents inside.

I lived quite close to Chinatown and one friend, a veteran of the neighborhood, would join me for a weekly dim sum brunch in a near empty restaurant. I loved Chinatown. I loved New York. There was a naive assumption my brain developed that life in China was so simple – all they needed was one good knife, one chopping board, one bowl and a wok and life was set - no need to own very much. It is so easy to live in this world as a minimalist and think one is detached, as a stand-alone mountain watching the valley below. It is quite different to be detached in the involvement of this world when one has a family and possessions.

After living in New York City for five years I sold and gave away all I had and left with a small backpack to travel around the world. Before leaving New York City a friend of mine read my Tarot cards – I still remember the awe and reverence with which he read the cards – telling me I would receive the greatest gift, that I would meet both my Guru and my Self and that I would have the blessing to meet “The Great Mother”.

Although it felt good to be given such a sweet goodbye, I did not know much about Tarot cards nor did I understand what it could mean. I did know that by leaving everything behind I was fulfilling my destiny.

The cards he read to me did foretell the truth. I met the Great Mother and I met in Her both my Guru and my Self.

Two days after leaving the USA I was given the gift of my Self-Realization – where the energy which resides in our Sacrum Bone at the end of the spine is awakened and travels through the spinal chord, opening through the fontanelle. This then emerges as a cool wind which can be felt in all the fingers and on our central nervous system. It is a gentle and deep process which can only be achieved with the desire to ascent and with the help of a realized soul.

The last 29 year have been spent intensively working at deepening this Self-Realization with the desire to come closer to that power which loves and protects us all.

Though I have not yet traveled around the world nor yet made it to China, I have traveled to India over 30 times – something I never could have imagined. Nor was it in any vague itinerary when I left New York.

The study of Chinese Nutritional Therapy turned into a journey to China for me. I am sharing this with you combined with a lifetime of gathered knowledge, both mental and spiritual.

Thank you for the time you are taking to read these stories. Enjoy this website and blog!