Listening, learning, practising, helping – verbs that denote as many stances of our hands, legs, brows, more often than not sweaty, all in natural, necessary, noble daily acts of working. There are moments, significant moments of our lives, when we fall in love with a cloud or a star, with a flower or a butterfly, with a cat but also with a little sparrow in a cherry tree, with an indescribable mountain scenery or with a wave of an anonymous ocean shouting in the middle of night somewhere in the Pacific, with a deed, or at least with a human being, and, why not, with what we are meant to do, ceasing hanging to the beautiful moments of life and just tying ourselves to the Beautiful. What we do with the great love of presence, the act of falling in love is one of the few effortless deeds of our lives. It is as if we established that time no longer existed in three hypostases: past, passing and/or future and that it only did in that simple, anonymous, unheard and unlistened flow: the Present. Not one that we’re fishing for but one that we appropriate.
I didn’t work to discover Yumeiho. Yumeiho called me and paid for my transportation too. And having I discovered it five years ago, temporary conclusions can be drawn. Here they are: There is a hook in the shape of an anchor which can define one human being’s freedom. It settles where it seems to have found its place and its meaning. Then, it ascertains that these two landmarks of its life are melting in their mission, an exercise which does not trigger freedom but rather the effort of understanding, of bringing the Conscience of Freedom into the incarnate Soul. In the non-finite act of learning Yumeiho therapy, lucidity paroxismally and, in some circumstances, paradoxically confronts self-knowledge. Not that godly self-knowledge but the rather – and otherwise spiritual – humble awareness of the life of a man in honest dialogue with God, with his folks (man also includes woman), with the Self. The most privileged mission given to Man by the Creator is that of helping, which can be ontologically translated as “living one’s life with oneself with/through/ from one’s peers, people who can be, by a miraculous exercise of synchronicity, unsuspected stances of unexpected moments in life: sisters, brothers, friends, acquaintances, lovers, the lady who sweeps the stairs of one’s apartment building, the teacher of epistemology or the teacher of physics in the 12th grade, who taught us quantum numbers, a diabetic aunt, a friend who’s back from Norway after having been working for three years in a shipyard, at awfully low temperatures, an old lady who anxiously looks at the cross-walk for a hand to give her a glimpse of peace for those few metres, a neighbour who comes to help you to tile your bathroom floor and walls just because you’ve asked him to.
Why I love Yumeiho? Because not having the choice of pompously destroying, it humbly builds. Because, in a space where doubt can be placed, Yumeiho places love engrafted on prompt and responsible help. Because it is rigorous and spirited, shining with that light of the spirit blazing free, with its sight towards nowhere and its centre everywhere, deflowering the dusty corners of the minds unprepared but connected (conscientiously or not) to the Source of Light. Because the centre of mass is the centre of health. Because some of us have learned how to love (in the most integral sense of the term) in the hundreds (thousands for some) hours spent learning Yumeiho therapy and, implicitly, helping our peers. Because lifelong friendships have burst out, in the meekest human way, between therapists and patients, therapists and therapists, teachers and students. We are all friends or building friendship.
Why I love Yumeiho? Because I’ve discovered that one can overcome barriers and help the beloved ones to overcome them too. Because after nearly three years of practice and two others of turmoil, I returned to Yumeiho with a joy that I could never express. Because Man helps, God heals. Because any brow honestly turned to dust is a similar sky pressing on one’s occipital bone. But most of all because we have the freedom of loving people, each man, as we love ourselves, yourself, myself. And this stage, without temporal limits, is the chronologic typology in which those who authentically practise Yumeiho live, feel, drink water and eat. And so on and so forth… A forth which rises on the scaffolding of solidarity, smile, perseverance, of the heart identified with the most palpable component of our being: our Soul.
Lucian
