You & Improved Acupuncture

Dave C. said to stop watching his show and we did. They paid him and gave him his name back. This clip is cool. We stood with him and they paid him the millions they owed him.

Redemption Song - Dave Chappelle Chappelle's Show is now streaming on Netflix (US)

Got a stroke patient to walk today striking heel first. GB 40 through to ankle joint. I said it was the best I have ever needled that point in my life. He stood up and cried with joy and relief because he could walk without a limp for the first time since July.

I hope that everyone has a fun and exciting Memorial Day

Using Acupuncture E Stim, Yu Nan Bai Yao and my own secret ingredients, I cured ischemic gangrene and just prior to blood infection. Yu Nan Bai Yao should be the standard in American wound care. The first is day one, then day two, and today is day three.

I want to talk about one miraculous day. I had a new intern named Chanelle join my other new intern Alycia. She was scheduled to observe our shift in order to decide whether or not to join our team. On my way into the clinic, I walked across the parking lot and waved at the many homeless primarily black people; primarily middle-aged people and very sick. A half dozen black men stood outside in the middle of the parking lot blocking traffic. They didn't care one bit. I didn't beep. I just waited and waved. They waved back and moved out of the way. A barefoot white man talking to himself crossed my path. He carried a cloth bag. His brown jumpsuit was covered in grime, so was his bearded face. One woman stood out. I looked at her as she stumbled and mumbled stooping over to pick up her handbag that she had dropped. She had also dropped a pink cloth that I handed to her. I assumed she was an addict. She was about sixty with grey plumed hair in an afro tied up with a pink bandana. She wore a sweaty white T-Shirt and floral pajama pants with white sneakers.
"Good morning." I said to her. She paused. She grabbed onto the wall for balance.
"Good mornin.'" She slurred. Now I paused. There was something weird about her reply. She's not an addict, she's something else. I had a feeling I can't explain. The spirit was moving. I went inside and treated a full load of patients for two hours. I was way down the hall from the admissions desk but I overheard one of the staff say, "She's had a stroke and there's nothing we can do."
My feet stuck to the floor. "What?" I tromped to the front and as I was going to the window I asked, "Who are you talking about?" You know who it is. It was the woman I encountered outside. She was not a ju**ie. She suffered a stroke three months ago.
"I want her on my schedule right now. Let's do a miracle."
"Okay, what do you want to do?" The staff member Mariana asked.
"I need a specialist referral. Where's Dr. Cohen?" I looked at the colored flag outside of a distant treatment room. "He is with a patient. Where is the new N.P. Melissa?" I tracked her down because policy required the referral. She could give me one. Then the session was legit.
She asked the reason for the referral and signed off on it for me. She was a volunteer as well and soon would be moving her private practice into the same office I was in.
I led the woman into the room and Chanelle and I interviewed her. She could not move her left arm at all. She could walk but unsteadily. I felt a boldness in me, a power that only the spirit can lend. "Let's do a miracle today."
"Praise Jesus. Praise the Lord." Her name was Jane.
I explained that Acupuncture could help her. "Your case is serious. Normally for first time people I would go slowly but your case is urgent. It might hurt." I warned.
"Ah am a homeless woman on the streets, Ah don't have room for worryin' about that.
I trust you to do it. Have you done this before?"
"Yes I have. I've done it in Sarasota Memorial many times. I have treated dozens and dozens of cases. I know what to do."
She laughed. "See? I truss you already. Thank you so much."
"Who is taking care of you? Where do you live? Do you have any back up on the street?" I always asked that.
"Oh Ah'm okay. I am at the Salvation Army at night." Janet was on the streets after a stroke, homeless with no place to go, half paralyzed. The Salvation Army was a group facility where you sleep on a dirty mattress for $10. The fragile are always at risk there. I put two 4" needles into the scalp motor points of the right side of her skull. They poked out of her afro like pole-vaults. I twisted them until an electric shock registered in my hands. "Now raise that hand and touch your face." I don't remember exactly when I said Praise God, but I said it.
She lifted her hand to chest level. "Okay! Thank you Jesus!" She cried with relief. She could flex her elbow and moved her arm like she was playing tennis. "Now how about the hand..." I put a 4" needle all the way through her hand between the thumb and index finger until it twitched. When I pulled it out, she could move three of her fingers and soon all of her fingers. I asked Chanelle to participate. It was her first time ever manipulating a 4" needle. I had her place it directly into the deltoid muscle. She dropped the first try but did it perfectly on the second attempt. We then got it to depth until it twitched and Channelle felt the muscle unbind. I put three more in her face to cure the drooping, drooling, and slurred speech.
"Raise your hand up again, touch your face. I want to see it." I tried to stay out of the way and encouraged the spirit to conduct the orchestra. She popped it all the way to her collarbone. She still couldn't raise her hand all the way up so it was more of a minor miracle. I barely did anything. I just felt a subtle energy moving about. We followed up with therapeutic movements and smoothing manipulations. I gave her my cell number. "You call me and I don't care if I have to come pick you up myself. You come to my office and let's get you back to normal." Encountering God should mark the end of all sorrows not the start of any troubles. Maybe there is such a thing as Heavenly Acupuncture? If there is I am way out of practice.

To show the effectiveness of Acupuncture in clearing the bowels and assisting the internal organs to function better and improve the condition of the patient, I am showing two tongue pictures from the same patient. One was taken on the first day of treatment of hemiplegia and stroke recovery. The second was taken today 4 weeks later and the patient can now move everything except her arm. Tongue diagnosis is a scientific and predictable marker for the effectiveness of your treatments.

Bradenton Tabernacle Church first testimony: When I first walked into the church where I went after dropping Mr. Bill off at the hospital, I saw the usual suspects: old people, frail people, men riddled with pain and arthritis, a few Hispanic women with babies, a black couple with two little kids dressed up in black shiny shoes and white bows in their hair, and a huge group of elders seated behind the pulpit dressed in suits. I found out later that one of the elders had been miraculously healed of Parkinson's Disease two weeks prior. One woman had been instantly healed of stomach complaints and was unable to eat anything.
Many people came up to me to say hello because they don't see too many new members, or "young fellahs" and the minister was glad to see me and gave me a huge hug. I thanked him again for being there for me last Monday and he said, "You're welcome here and you can introduce yourself if you want or do whatever you like.
This service has no program, no bulletin, no set rituals, we let the Holy Ghost handle that." I looked at him right in the eyes and said, "I am ready for anything. I can tell my story about what happened here or I can just sit here and rest my mind."
We sang some songs and then he asked me to come up there. I walked right up and said, "Hello. I have never spoken like this in front of a church in my life." They all laughed and I told the whole tale of meeting Mr. Bill at Starbuck's across from Ringling. I told them about the challenges: the day I got him cleaned up at Turning Points, when he shot up in the bathroom, the journey across town trying to get him help, the hours and hours spent trying to get him in a treatment program and then the hospital. I spoke of how when I had gotten him admitted, how my nerves were shot and I saw the lights on in their church. "Praise God!" They all shouted. Their church and their minister taught me how to take care of myself better and get rest or I would be drained by what I was trying to take on. He was the one who put the "Spirit-touch" on me.
When I told them the Holy Spirit told me to do something, I didn't have to explain my language or apologize for being religious and I thanked them for the freedom to speak my heart. I told them of the constant blocks and failures, Mr. Bill's relapse, and of our being rejected by Centerstone drug treatment after 7 hours of waiting. I said I felt as if I was Moses standing by the Red Sea and the troubles were the Egyptians coming to capture or crush, the Israelites were my fears and doubt, but my true mind was Moses banging his staff on the ground. But the sea was not parting. I felt like I was banging and banging and I asked out loud, "When is the sea going to part? Is it going to part?" I told them the job wasn't done yet but that it was still hopeful and Mr. Bill and I could still succeed. We are dopeless hope addicts and not hopeless dope addicts.
The minister then put his hands on me and I felt the shaking power in his strong grasp. Quite strong for an 80 year old man. I dropped to one knee and he put the touch on me again and I gently trembled all over. I didn't get it before when they would sing, "come to the well and drink." I got it then and it didn't stop there. I took my seat and a man stood up.
"Everybody here knows me but Brother David doesn't. That addict you were describing? That was me three years ago. I've been to the showers at Turning Points, I know what you are describing, and now look at all this!" He showed off his white pressed shirt, colorful tie, and slacks. "Don't give up, man. It's worth it." I put my glasses on because I am near-sighted and looked closely at his face. I was at Turning Points 3 years ago. I recognized him and remember him how he used to be and I just lost my composure and choked up a little bit. I looked behind me and my name was on the powerpoint. The camera man and tech behind the scenes was seriously gifted. Every time someone spoke, once he heard the name, he created a powerpoint on the spot for everyone to know who it was. I sat down and was resting and could feel a healing energy circling inside of my heart. I just kept moving my hand around and thought of the Yin/Yang symbol and how it whirls in space. After a few more people spoke out in church, I said something that the minister heard but nobody else. In a flash, a microphone was handed to me. "Say again exactly what you just said a moment ago." I took the mic and repeated my words, "I was a sinner, I am one...I had a problem and drank too much for ten years, about twenty years ago. I still carry the stress of that around and as I am sitting here in my seat, I feel the presence circling around in my heart and healing it."
Everybody just about cracked their knees off jumping and hollering about that. "That is the Holy Spirit at work!" I felt my resistance to bias, religious damage, ideas of who Jesus or the Holy Ghost, or whatever was, and just let that "healing feeling" circle around and around.
Nearly that entire service was dedicated to me. It wasn't planned, it just flowed from Grace like an icy bath. As I reflect, it just seemed like the years of volunteer work, the thousands of people I treated with Rachel and Rebecca, the thousands of needles donated by Lhasa OMS, the money I spent, the many times I've given my last nerve ending to those broken ghosts, was honored by these people who had just met me for the first time. It felt like the Spirit was saying, "Here you go. Have some attention, drink from this well that doesn't run try. I'm not going to burn you."
Just when I thought the service was over, and it had been 2 1/2 hours that flew by in fifteen minutes, the minister brought me up AGAIN after a woman testified to her miraculous healing. He put his left arm around my shoulder, and it was really heavy and he said, "Brother David come on back up here and I am going to sing this song just for you." I stood there up in front of everybody and just relaxed my anxious mind and let it happen. He sang a whole song and the church sang with him as I stood there like a possum in the headlights. I sat back down and closed my eyes and tried to remember and really feel all that had happened.
As I was leaving, a guy handed me three pennies stamped with a cross in the middle. I have been having money issues and am near to landing my dream job. Thank you Holy Spirit, that was a nice touch.

I forgot about this FB page. This is where I will put all of my little blogs from now on. The theme for today is about choices and awareness.
Sickness can affect the multiple layers of the body and soul sickness can be very advanced before it shows outward symptoms. As Dr. Sha says, a "Soul-Mind-Body" transplant is the preferred personal method to achieve that.
Our suffering may have continued for many years. As a result, a kind of ethereal transfusion may have occurred, with our knowledge but without our permission. Our vital energy can be swapped out for gloominess. If too much time is spent associating with the "gloomy body" as Ni Huang Ching calls it, then our life conditions can drastically change and spiral out of control. Then choice appears to become limited to only anti-life equations. Things that are aversions to other people are coveted by this knotted mind. The impossible pathway back can be reduced to a simple trust and private reception for the Holy Ghost. Each encounter with the Divine Imagination provides another word in the invisible dictionary of thought and matter. I am applying this to myself and to my outreach groups. "Once a basic blueprint for the future is constructed, do your best to fill it in." That is my coaching plan.

Supported left-hand stand in Iron Bar training

The ideal place to practice Iron Bar Yoga is outside in the shade or limited sun.

You & Improved Acupuncture updated their business hours.

Ice baths every two days 20-30lbs. for 15 minute duration. Telluride again in late October? Maybe.

Cold water plunges are making a return to my regular training with some important modifications. This is from Bear Creek Falls in Telluride last month.

If you have questions about how the meridians were formed, what the Five Element cycle represents in the human body, the 8 extraordinary vessels, and Chapter 42 of the Dao De Jing, you must study embryology in fine detail. Why is Du 14 known as the meeting point of all Yang Meridians? When doing scalp acupuncture, imaging or mirroring, why is the face/brain area so much larger? Why is Ren vessel called Conception vessel? Why is water the first element in the cosmogenic cycle? How does "peculiar" acupuncture work? How does Acupuncture affect the internal organs at all? Watch the short video below and see if you can come closer to answering the above questions and more. https://www.britannica.com/video/192622/Human-embryonic-development-birth-fertilization

Track the development of a human embryo into a baby from fertilization to childbirth Human embryonic and fetal development, from fertilization to birth.