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his eyes. It was a difficult momenr, meeting him. As I said hello, Ididn't .lower my gaze, but Dr. liang lowered his.
"!(e've come to talk a little,,' the Japanese doctor murmured."Are you too tired?"
The man in the bed made a polite gesture, and we pu.lled upchairs. I began to sketch in the main ideas I had already told myhost. In essence, I believed that healing is not primarily a physicalprocess but a mental one. Ifhen we saw a bone fracture mend or amalignant tumor regless, we were cooditioned as doctors to look atthe physical mechanism first and foremosr. But the physical mecha_nism is likep screen. Behind it, I said, is somethlg much moreabsrracr, a form of know-how that cannot be seen or toluched.
And yet that know-how, I was convinced, is a powerful force thathas not really come under our control. Despite all our eflons to coaxthe healing process when it falters, medicine cannot explain it.Healing is alive, complex, and holistic. We deal with it on otl, .r*.,limited terms, and it seems to obey our limits. yet, when somethingstrange happens, as when an advanced cancer suddenly and mysteri-ously vanishes, medical theory is baftled. Our limits ,h.n ,"._ ,r..yartificial.
In rny own praclice, several cancer patients have recovered com_plerely after being pronounced incurable and given only a few monthsto .live. I didn't think they were rniracles; I thought they were proofthat the mind can go deep enough to chunge the u.ry i"...rrr, ,h".design the body, It can wiJre mistakes off the blueprint,'so to speak,and destroy any disease-cancer, diabetes, coronary heart aisease_that has disturbed the design:
_My words were tumbling out, because I was speaking in the wake
of the most remarkable experience in my professionat tif.. A f._weeks eadier, while I was visiting India, ooe of the greatest livingsages had imparted to me some techniques, daring back thousands ofyears, that he said would restore the mind's healing abilities. I amspeaking of Maharishi Mahesh yogi, who is best known in rhe
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A PERSONAT INTRODUCTION
Ifest as the founder of Transcendentd Meditation, or TM. I have
been meditating for near.ly eight years and routinely prescribe TM inmy medical practice. (Ironically enough, I learned to meditate froman American in Boston, not in India.)
I was sitting with Muttorlshi one afternoon in the fledgling settle-
ment called Maharishi Nagar, about fifty mi.les west of New Delhi.
I7e were alone in the modest house he occupies, surrounded by the
school and hospital buildings that were still under construction. This
is already one of the rare spots that I consider the true India. You feel
that a great ancienr culture retains its dignity there, and its enormous
Sisdom. Because of Maharishi, the ancient Vedic sages do not seem
remote in time, separated from us by thousands of years, but very
intimate. Even the location is near the very spot where Lord Krishna
spent the night educating the great warrior Arjuna in the secrets ofenlightenment-the story is recorded in the epic poetry of the Bhagavad
Gita.Withour preliminaries, Maharishi turned to me and said, "I would
like to see you alone in my room tomorrow. Can you come right after
your moroing meditarion?"
I was taken by surprise, but I didn't ptess him with questions. The
next morning I appeared at his door. Maharishi was sitting in lotus
position on a silk-draped sofa. He beckoned me in, and we sat
together quietly. Then he said very simply, "I,have been waiting a
Iongtime-.to.briog.out sorle special .techaiques. I believe they willbecome.the medicine oFthe'future. They"wete known in the distant
lNst.but .were'lost in. tlrc .conftision of time; now I want you to learn
tbelrro"and,.at, the.same time f -want you to explain, cleady and
scientilically; - horr. they .vork ,'i
Over the course of the next few hours he taught me a series ofmental techniques, including those he called "primordial sounds."The way they are used is related to meditation, but they are pre-
scribed for specific illnesses, includiog those we consider incurable inthe rl(/esr, such as cancer. Maharishi explicitly told me that these
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were the strongest healing therapies in Aytraeda, the ancient tradition
of Indian mddicine. He taught them to me quite simply, and I had
no difticulty learning what I was to do when I got home to my
patients. At the same time, I realized that he was asking me to step
far beyond the physician's role as it is known in the West.r0fhen we were through, I had filled several notebook pages with
his instructions. Nlaharishi smiled with the penetrating sweetness and
compassion I alvdiys thiok of whea he comes to mind."This knowledge is extremely powerful," he repeated. "By compar-
ison, the drugs and su-rgery you are used to using are very crude. Itvill take time, but people will grow to realize this. " Very casually he
rurned to receive other visitors who had come to see him about the
children enrolling in school at Maharishi Nagar.
A few minutes later I was standing alooe oo the porch, staring
across the.desert at the baffen red landscape in the distance' l|(e were
ara place that most Western pcople don't know exists. Would they
really believe tbat a major'shift io medical thinking started thereZ I
know pleoty of research doctors, and I had to laugh thinking about
their reactions. The physical basis of science.is very solid and, in the
eyes of every doctor, extremely coovincing. The power of the raind is
almosr equally dubious.
To tell the truth, my doubts had a hard time reaching me just
then. I started down the dust path toward my quarters, the broiling
Indian sun beating on my neck, and I felt exhilarated. It wasn't a
feeling of self-imponaoce but of almost impersonal, uncontainable
joy. I did not know why, but some great secret had been opened to
me, and I felt as if I had been carried up to the sky. I had been shown
how to pierce the mask of matter, and for the moment the heat, the
dust, and every other material bond were as nothing. I didn't care even
about my own skepticism, although I knew it would statt pinching
me soon enough. Some hard decisions faced me: I.had to figure out
how to make these techniques credible. People might dismiss them as
faith healing; others would accuse me of selling false hope.
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aru&, tlls ancietrt trad,itionne quite simply, and I had
' when I got home to myLt he was asking me to step
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everal notebook pages withe ;Snetrating sweetness and
aes to mind," he repeated. "By cfrpa.-to using are very crude. Itrlize this." Very casually he
:ome to see him about the\agar.lone oq.the porch, staringe in the distance. S7e were
r know exists. Would theyd thinking stafted there? Id to laugh thinking. about
ce is very solid and, in the
- The power of the rnind is
ud time reaching me just
imy quarters, the broiliog:lt exhilanted . It wasn't aimpersonal, uncontainable
seclet had been opened tothe sky. I had been shownthe moment the heat, rhe
nothing. I didn't care even
w it would start pinching:d me: I had to figure out,ple might dismiss them as
lling false hope.
A PERSONAI INTRODUCTION
I needed to show ahat this was a science in its own right' How to
do that? It would come. Indian thought has always been grounded on
the conviction that Sarla, the truth, alone triumphs' "The truth is
simple," Maharishi encouaged. "Make it clear, let it stand on its
own, and don't get lost in complications'"
The name Ayurve& originated more than fout thousand yea$ ago;
in Sanskrit it means "the science of life"' Growing up in India' as I
did, does not Suarantee that you will learn much about this ancient
pcience. My grandmother used to rub turmeric on oul insect bites
when I was a child, and she warned us never to eat sour fruit with
milk. That was Ayurveda in my house. In general, Ayurveda has been
eclipsed by rVestern scientific medicine, crowded out of its own
birthplace by progress. Outside the related culrures of India, Tibet'
Nepal, and Sri Lanka, Ayuweda is all but unknown, although it has
left a lasting mark. The poPu.lar systems of Eastern medicine that
have planted a few roots iu the ltrest, such as Ghinese acupuncture'
were founded on Ayurvedic principles thousands of years ago'
Over the centuries, the origioal knowledge of Ayurveda has been
scattered. Indians who live according to traditional values, mostly in
the countryside, still tend to follow Ayurvedic Practices, but they
have subjected them to many different interpretations' Most of these
are very partial, even one-eyed. Every uaidya, or Ayurvedic physician,
cites the ancient masters of Ayurveda, such as Charaka and Sushruta,
as his authority, but that does not mean that what he prescribes will
be the same as the vaidya in the next village.
Many Ayurvedic techniques have disappeared outright, and unfor-
tunately these are the very ones that might contribute most to
modern medicine. The ancient doctors of India were also Sreat sages'
and their cardinal belief, was that the body is created out of cooscious-
ness. A great yogi or swami would have believed the same thing'
Therefore, theirs was a medicine of consciousness, and their way of
treating disease pierced the body's matter and went deeper, into the
core of mind.
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'tl(/hen you look at Ayurveda's anatomical charts, you don't see the
familiar organs pictured in GraT! Autottty, but a hidden diagram of
where the mind is flowing as it creates the body' This flow is what
Ayurveda treats. Or rather, did treat. Before meeting Maharishi' I
assumed thut Ayrrrveda was folk medicine, because all I saw of it were
folkways-the herbs, diets, exercises, and incredibly intricate rules
for daily life that are iust "in the air" when one grows up in India'
Maharishi's interest, however, centered on the lost Ayurveda and
its ability to cure Patients through nonmaterial means' Now that he
had givert me those means, he also expected me to tell people how
they worked. That was why I wanted to talk to interested physicians'
such as my contact in Tokyo.
Now I was repeating this to a man who was dying in a hospital bed
a thousand miles away from home, and who knows how far away from
his spiritual ancestry' My words trailed away in the quiet of the
shado*y room. It was obvious that Dr' Liang was very tired now' He
hadn't spoken, but as we got uP to leave, he touched my arm' "L€t us
hop€ that you are right," he said. "Thank you'"
As we c/alked back through the wards, I looked again at the tiny
7rn gardens outside the wiadows. Tucked in alcoves not much bigget
than a hospital room, each on€ was a model of devoted care' The
clipped yew trees, cut so precisely, looked beautiful in the warm
O.,oU.t lgn.. I7e walked out to the parkiog lot, and at my car the
Japanese doctor and I shook hands warmly' I told him I would start
..r.iog -y new techniques in America first, but I would keep him
informed every steP of the waY.
Driving back to the hotel downtown, I made a mental note to send
him a few words that Maharishi once told me about the life of a
vaidya, zn Ayurvedic physician: "A vaidya is an invincible warior'
because he fights the element of death. A vaidya gives-he is the
giver of life, and so he is cherished in nature.''
These words imply that the doctor must make an inner journey'
taking his understanding beyond the limits of the physical body and