By: Dr. Baz Moreno
When the man told me that his wife and mother-in-law were in the parking lot, I was shocked by what I saw. He had come to my office the previous day to inform me that he would be bringing her. After several minutes of conversation, I didn’t have much to go on, but I was confident that I could help. However, when I looked towards the parking lot, there appeared to be more people than my waiting room was equipped to accommodate.
In Mexico, it is common for family members to be involved with the healing process of a loved one. So, when I spoke to an individual, I was speaking to a family. At any time, I could receive a phone call, text, email or office visit inquiring about the diets I changed, medications I questioned and/or expectations of the treatments that I recommended.
Holistic is characterized by comprehension of the parts of something as intimately interconnected and explicable only by reference to the whole. In addition, it can be defined as the treatment of the whole person, taking into account mental and social factors rather than just the physical symptoms of a disease.
Anyone selling holistic medicine or a holistic modality will attempt to convince you that they deal with the whole person. Yes, they mean “mind, body and spirit”. Mind you, said persons may or may not have been properly trained. Ironically, families are temporarily trusting individuals that were once teachers, restaurant managers, janitors, bus drivers, telemarketers or just tired of the agonizing commutes to loan their talents to an ungrateful company for less than their worth.
Immediately, the woman wanted to touch me. Her daughters giggled. And without hesitation, I positioned myself within her reach and began to tell the woman, “I am not afraid”. I had no idea why I was saying it because I saw no immediate threat. Yet, my soul fought hard to control the beating of my heart. Something was not right. All the hours of classes, years of experience and promises to be unlike those of the disease industry made me wonder if I really knew what I was doing.
I gathered as much information as the woman would allow me to get. And with the consent of the daughter, I recorded seven seconds of video. The woman never stopped moving. And none of her movements matched her facial expressions. Her eyes tried communicating with me and her moans and grunts were seemingly unwarranted. I felt incomplete. I wanted to make a ball of all my degrees, diplomas, and certificates and coat them with concrete. Of course, said ball would have used forcefully against any institution that had pretended to offer me knowledge to assist anyone on a journey of health.
I decided to send the video to an Oba and practitioners of muscle testing Houston, Texas. I chanced the video with a person of special talents in Columbia, S.A., a nurse in Los Angeles and various holistic practitioners with an opinion. I wanted to know what they knew or if they were as empty as I was.
An overwhelming number of the video recipients told me she was possessed by an evil spirit. Someone suggested she was schizophrenic. Some had no idea what they were looking at. But one woman asked me if I was willing to accept what she had to tell me. Because I wanted to know, I lied and said, “Yes”. Her words scared me. So, I awaited the sagacious response of the Oba in order to prepare my psychic self-defense. The priest and I had a history. So, I knew he would be brutally honest. I quickly learned that I could not and should not attempt to fix the woman. I argued my abilities to help her physically/biochemically and he drew me a picture of how I could help a mentally unstable woman to do as she wished and eventually, hurt herself.
For years, I thought I could make a difference with what I knew. I figured that because I was not offering medications, recommending harmful diets or mimicking the disease industry I was doing pretty damn good. Nevertheless, I was not holistic. I could not heal or help the mind, body and spirit. The body, alone, was a difficult task. And truthfully speaking, a many minds are so fucked up that helping an individual requires digging through baggage that conceals all types of funk that most want to keep and cherish. Yes, a lot of people love their garbage. If the practitioner can convince the ill person to release the junk, the person can heal.
As for the woman, I admitted to the family what I had discovered (with the guidance of others) and they were impressed. They told me of the failures of Christian preachers and Catholic priests to exorcise what some referred to as a demon. Still, I had to do better. I was smarter, more dedicated, and well-read with lots of experience. I recalled when I had gotten my doctorate and a prominent holistic practitioner wrote me to say, “Congratulations. You have now earned a mountain of garbage.” Mexico was my test. If I could make it in Mexico, as the damaged practitioner that I was, I would hurt a many people. I didn’t need a Hippocratic Oath to know that I needed fixing. I closed my office and focused on raising my newborn child. I had every right and reason to leave holistic medicine.
Dr. Baz Moreno lives in Mexico City, Mexico, with his wife and daughter, where he continues his education at an institute in Mexico City. His Complementary Alternative Medicine practice is located in San Miguel Miguel Topilejo, Tlalpan. He specializes in pain, HIV/AIDS, Lupus, Cancer, and Diabetes.