We cannot control learning. One cannot control or predict what another learns. A teacher can bring a lesson to the class, but she cannot upload her thoughts into the student’s brains. What each individual student will take away from the same lesson will be as different and unique as they themselves are. How one processes the information presenting before us, even we ourselves cannot know.
I can go into a class thinking today I will learn how correctly do a body curl, but what I will actually learn in that class I do not actually know, and sometimes do not even come to the realization of said learning perhaps until many years later, if that. Not only does everyone’s brain work differently, but how we relate to something is not dependent on the content or how our brain works, but on our history, our experiences our own insights. This is why 1000 people can read the same book yet take something very different away from it and what that will be is a mystery to all, Except Allah. He alone knows why He brings the experiences that He does to us. He alone knows why we need those experiences, and He alone knows exactly what we will gain from each and every experience and also when we will gain it. Sometimes it is not till years later that an article finally makes sense to us or becomes “relevant” for us. So not only do we have to trust in every experience brought to us, that there is a reason for it and also trust in the timing of each thing to be necessary and precise; but also, we have to not assume that everyone learnt the same thing from the same lecture, or book or experience. Thus it is a good practice also to hear out what another has to say about a book that you may have already read for yourself. In the same way, every homeopath you will go to, every doctor you will go to, every herbalist you will go to, will all hear and understand different things of and about your health. You can tell the exact same story, in exactly the same words with exactly the same expressions undertones etc to 50 homeopaths and they will all take way something different from your story; like in a student clinic setting for example. Each will pick up on different things based on their understanding, their experiences and their insights, (and mind you, not their understanding of the art of homeopathy, rather their understanding of you and your story! Their understanding, thus use of homeopathy is an entirely different aspect). That said, not only what someone picks up on is different, but actually, with each individual homeopath you may go to, you will express your story in a slightly different way. Why, because of our gut connection. Our gut is a fascinating thing, it eludes us of things that we are not aware of, it conveys things that words cannot, it inspires in us ideas that we did not know existed. When we sometimes meet someone, without quite knowing how, we know that this person will understand me when I say this. We may barely know this person, like a homeopath we have not visited before, or an acquaintance at work whom we have a polite relationship with, not a deep connection with; but we somehow unknowingly why, just know that this person will understand me when I say this. This is our gut connection, our aura’s connecting, our energies exchanging. Sometimes a client may be trying to explain to me their timeline or their feelings, and without them knowing my timeline/experiences they strike a chord with mine. They say something which I know exactly, because I too have experienced it. Even more interestingly, they then don’t even go into it too much, as somehow, they too know that I have just understood it, that it is been heard – not their words, but their story has been heard. As a homeopath, we go beyond the words that come out of our client’s mouth. We listen to the story that they are trying to convey to us. It’s important to note here, that the story that one tells through their words, is not always necessarily the story that those actual words are narrating. For example, “I got bit by a dog” is not saying, “I got bit by a dog”, its saying so much more than that. There is fear, there is anger, there is worry, there is pain. Sometimes, not all those feelings can be expressed into words, but each sits in our eyes, in our fidgeting, in our expressions, in our body language; but most importantly it is felt through the invisible connection that our energies make. When we sit with our crying child in our arms, we try to sooth them, but we also try to “listen in” to what she is quietly conveying to us: the loud bang was painful to my ears, the loud bang caused a disturbance in my soul, the loud bang left me shaking and unsettled, I feel scared, I feel unsure, I feel worried, I feel too much that I do not know how to cope with... And we, the mother, in turn in our cuddles and warm embrace, in our soft soothing humming, addresses to all those silent cries, not just the vocal one. When someone says “I never cry”, they are not saying that they have never experienced sadness, or grief or they have nothing to cry for or about in their life. No, it is actually the very opposite. There is grief, its silent grief. They are “salted over” in grief, they cannot release those “salty thoughts” through salty tears… These example above though are still not based on personal insight, but rather just from the general homeopathic perspective. Personal connection goes even a step further than this. When a person tells one a story, and they have lived a similar experience then the listener knows not just of the obvious emotions said, or disclosed but even the very subtle and deep ones that only one who has lived said experience can know. If for example a person feels betrayed by a close loved one, they may feel like they have been “stabbed in the back” or “stabbed straight up right in the heart” by that person, there may be shock and horror, anger and hatred, sorrow and grief, emotions which can be picked up quite strongly, but there are some other ones deep hidden under the layers of these stronger ones, a longing to undo the betrayal, a sympathy to forgive the betrayal, a hatred of oneself, a pain that pangs through your heart which simultaneously wants to forgive and forget but also cannot forgive and forget, a battle of feelings which do not really have words; all you know is that there is pain, a lot of it. Feelings which muddy with each other and overflow and overwhelm your whole existence. You feel let down by that person, by yourself, for allowing this to happen, for putting so much trust and hope and expectations on the other person, on your relationship, and you end up with a broken heart that bleeds pure agonising pain. Now no matter what may happen, no matter how much apology, no matter how much regret and remorse may come to mend it, that heart can never go back to being the same again. Even if its “brokenness” were to mend, the scar can never go away, it will always remain as a reminder to never trust and open your heart in that way to anyone ever again… Some people might react by putting up a wall around their heart, others may react by reclusing into oneself, another by hating their ownself and blaming themselves, feeling that they are the wrong doer that they deserved to be treated in this way because they are not good enough causing them to be remorseful of themselves. And sometimes they can go through all of these actions and end up in a dark space of depression where life no longer feels worth living and suicide and/or self-harm the only road visible in this dark never-ending night. Only one who has slummed so low themselves can understand the true torture and torment of the soul from the moment of betrayal through to the steps proceeding suicide. The dark thoughts that haunt these broken souls can remain unsaid in a company who has experienced the same and yet still be heard. The inexperienced often think that you can spot a depressed soul a mile out, but actually, to the surprise of most, most that bite that bullet shock the world as to there state. Many suicide deaths could not have been seen coming, why, because with most you cannot tell that they are depressed and in such a dark space. Smiles beam from their brave faces, kindness drips from there essences and colour encompasses and cloaks their minds darkness. They may even eat “normally”. You see we have some stereotypical images of depression, and where those impressions may also hold true, they are not the only image of depression. Because why one gets dragged into depression makes a big difference. Our actions, our body’s “breakdown” all disclose our story. Most of us have a very Allopathic view of illnesses. You see, Allopathy, busies itself with just the illness, but homeopathy wants to listen into why and it does so by understand each person’s individual symptoms. Everyone experience “high blood pressure” say, in a slightly different way, or “diabetes” or in the above case, depression. What has led one on to that road, determines how that “illness” plays out within us; for it is not the “illness” that ails us, but the happening in our timeline that led us to it that actually ails us. It is not the gallstones that we need to be “cured” from, but that in our life that made us so “bitter”. When I hear “gallstones” I immediately think “bitterness” then I start thinking about all the emotions and events related to their timeline that could have led them down the path to bitterness; it is these emotions and these events that need addressing to “address” the gallstones. How we think, what we experience, how we feel, how we interpret, process, understand and deal with life all mould our being and make us who we are. We are all unique and individual, no two people are the same, no two person’s stories are the same, no two people will live and come out of life in the same way. Why we experience things, why we get connected with the individuals we do, how we know what we know, how we learn what we learn, how we communicate and how we know how and what we communicate and more, are all part of the hidden knowledge that Allah SWT, alone only has. What our life and our journey through life is meant to bring to us, to others and this world we will never fully know; we can try all we want to capture and understand and explain, but all we will end up with is mere snippets of this puzzle. Allah Alone is The All Knowing, All Planning, All Seeing, All Controlling, All Creating, The EverLiving and Eternal, Rabbil Aalameen. HE Alone Knows what and who we are, what when and who we need and how we need it. Subhan Allah! Alhumdulillah! Allah-o-Akber! Allah-o-Akber! Allah-o-Akber! Allah-o-Akber Oh Allah, I submit. I submit to you Allah and all your plans for me, indeed you are The All Knowing and The Best and Only True Planner; please guide me in the best way that only You know how.
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