A man named Herman came to see me about a treatment.  Over the last twenty years his disposition had grown deeper and darker.  Things had lost the luster he knew as a youth.  Through our interview I discovered many things, not the least of which I gained from talking to his wife of forty years.  What we discovered was that everything had started to appear dreary to him. 

Before tackling the core issues, we did some simple work to calm his immediate discomfort.  We used frequencies on energy meridians that encouraged connection and soothing.  Once he exhaled and relaxed his spine, we delved deeper.  It seems that he was extremely unhappy with his surroundings.  I asked him about what specifically bothered him.

Herman stated that everything in his home and life seemed out of balance and imperfect.  A world he once saw as beautiful and balanced was now flawed.  As an example, he mentioned a picture that his wife had hung in the foyer.  It had cracked canvas, faded colors, and crooked lines.  She drove him crazy.  I repeated, “Your wife drives you crazy?” 

“No,” he answered, “The woman in the picture.”   

I thought to myself, that is odd.  “Let’s go take a look.” 

When I got to their home, I immediately gazed at an old worked canvas in the foyer.  I was stunned. 

Yet rather than interrupt him with my shock, I decided to listen and watch.  It was as if he did not notice the portrait when I did.  In fact, he walked right up to it where his nose almost hit the canvas.  And then he began the diatribe. 

“You see Gouthum this canvas is incredibly cracked and uneven.” 

I asked him if he would back up a bit to see the picture.  He responded, “No G, you don’t understand, this thing is just horrendous.” 

Then it dawned on me, “Do you have glasses Herman?” 

“Yeah I do, but I am trying to show you the taste that this poor woman has!”  His agitation had grown quite intense. 

At this point his wife drifted in, “Yes Herman, here are your glasses.” 

“Dammit woman!  You know I hate those things.” 

Now I watched a well worn path descend into thorn and thistle. 

“Honey, please just put them on.” 

“I am trying to show the healer the problems around here, would you stop badgering me.” 

“You see what I mean, Mr. Karadi, I cannot do anything that I want.” 

To this I interjected, “Herman, in the interests of time and expediency, how about you just put them on and we can continue your analysis.” 

“Good idea Doc.  HERE.”  He thrust his hand out to accept the glasses. 

“So what I was saying…”  He started to look confused and was about to remove brand new spectacles from the bridge of his nose. 

I gracefully redirected, “Yes Herman, as you were saying?”  While I touched his shoulder so that he would forget the reflexive move to remove the eyeglasses. 

Naturally he started to back up, for he couldn’t see the portrait that close.  “I…I.  Hey, this canvas is not so cracked, it’s the colors you see, all faded.” 

“I see what you mean, how about we back up some more so that you can give me your real assessment.” 

“Good idea Gouthum, thank you.  You see it isn’t even the colors so much as this woman’s face and smile are crooked.  What kind of painter would destroy what is such a finely colored piece?” 

“You are so right.  Let’s continue to pan outward so that you can really give me your summary.” 

At this point he stumbled and gasped.  “Oh My God!  Oh My God!  This is a reproduction of the Mona Lisa,” he cried.  I caught and steadied him. 

He sat down and cried. 

“All the imperfections, all the so called flaws, they came from my lack of perspective.  I was just standing too close to see the proportions, the magic.” 

Smiling, I soothed, “Life is always beautiful from the right perspective.”