When I was a boy growing up in
western Japan, I liked to explore the hills behind my house. One of my favorite places, past the
junior high school and the bamboo forest, was an archeological site where I
would play in the reconstructed prehistoric dwellings of the people who lived
in my area a long time ago. What
was life like for them? I imagined
myself as a caveman, making fires, pretending to hunt game and gather greens. There was a river not too far away, and
I would make excursions to wash myself in a small waterfall, to drink the sweet
water. When it got dark I would
head home, and as my eyes took in the setting sun I wondered what the cavemen [1] thought and felt when they gazed at the sun or contemplated the starry sky.
Many years later, I studied
anthropology as a university student.
I wanted to understand the phenomenon of human beings, why we do the
things we do, how we got to be the way that we are. I would say that the single best thing that came out of my
anthropological education is the evolutionary perspective – the idea that we,
along with the rest of life on our planet, are constantly evolving: not
evolving towards some kind of physical or spiritual perfection (that would be
the outdated medieval view, which places humans at the pinnacle of earthly
creation and closer to God at every step, as well as the current New Age view,
both of which I reject), but simply adapting as a species to our changing
environment. Based on the
evidence, I came to the conclusion that the cavemen were basically just like
us, minus the cars and supermarkets and iPods. They were smart, they almost certainly used language, they
solved their problems using their large brains and opposable thumbs, just like
we do. I’m convinced that cavemen
loved their children just like we love ours.
Growing up in Japan, and through
the practice of martial arts, I was exposed at an early age to some of the
ideas behind East Asian healing arts – ideas like qi, the universal matter/energy, and tsubo, or places on the body where one could access the qi flowing through the body to affect health. After college, I became a high school
teacher and spent a couple years teaching in a school district that was about
to go under, and subsequently (as one of the younger untenured teachers) lost
my job. The pressures of teaching
in a moribund school in an intense urban setting, and the trauma of losing my
job, left me with the conviction that I should switch careers and help
people one-on-one in some capacity.
Encouraged by my taiji
teacher, who was an acupuncturist, I ended up getting my master’s degree in
traditional Chinese medicine, and became a licensed acupuncturist in the state
of California.
I loved school and I continue to
love Chinese medicine! I was
fascinated with herbal medicine, with how leaves and flowers and bark and insect
parts could affect the human body.
It boggled my mind that over thousands of years, the ancient Chinese
healers figured out the properties of these hundreds of substances, and that
what I was learning was a body of knowledge that had been passed on
uninterrupted for so many generations.
When I first pierced the skin of a hapless classmate with a metal needle
I experienced an intense initiatory rush, like I had just stepped into an
ancient tradition with roots planted firmly in Paleolithic times. In fact, as I immersed myself in this
healing system whose medical terminology consisted of words like wind, dampness,
fire, and earth, I found myself transported back to an earlier time
when humans related to their bodies and their environment in a direct way. By considering themselves to be an
integral part of nature, rather than separate from and above nature, the
ancient Chinese doctors created a superior system of healing that to this day
helps millions of people with their pain, their menstrual cramps, their
indigestion, their insomnia, and many other ills. I am convinced that one reason for its success and survival
is that Chinese medicine retains a connection to its prehistoric heritage, that
it incorporates the awareness that early humans had for their bodies and their
environment, an awareness that many of us have since lost.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Chinese medicine is a sophisticated
rational medical system that has been through continuous refinement since its
earliest days. I’m sure there are practitioners
and scholars of Chinese medicine who would take offense at having the word
“caveman” associated with this jewel of Chinese civilization. But I would remind them that from its
earliest days, Chinese medicine has looked back to a golden age in which people
were healthier and wiser. Earlier
in my career I dismissed this veneration of ancient times as a Chinese cultural
trait that only existed to legitimize the present by linking it to a glorious
and more perfect past. Now, I
wonder if in fact this backward-looking is a yearning for a time prior to war,
prior to agriculture, prior to civilization itself: a distant memory of the
time of the caveman.
And, at a fundamental level, it’s
hard to deny that the logic and methods of Chinese medicine hark back to the
medicine men of old. In fact,
according to Richard Grossinger in his far-ranging Planet Medicine, “It
is no exaggeration to think of the Yellow Emperor as one of our only guides to late Stone Age medicine [2].” Cold stomach? Warm it up! Hot blood? Lance the skin to let it out! Wind and dampness penetrating the hip? Burn a pile of dried mugwort over it
and drive out the evil influences!
When I treat and advise patients, it is easy to find myself channeling
some Central Asian shaman, scraping the skin with a water buffalo horn or
patiently waiting for the qi to
arrive between my fingertips as I hold a gold needle to their skin.
From an anthropological standpoint,
traditional Chinese medicine and the other nonconventional healing methods that
are so popular today present a cultural critique of our modern world and its
healthcare. So many of our health
problems stem from the strains placed on us by modernization. From the epidemic of metabolic syndrome
and diabetes that has resulted from our inability to adjust to the massive
influx of sugar and processed foods in our diet, to the host of stress-related
illnesses that afflict us because we have to work so hard in highly artificial
environments just so we can place a roof over our heads and food on the table,
to the disruptions to our delicate endocrine systems due to minute amounts of
hormone-like chemicals in our plastic food containers and in the water we
drink, we suffer from the consequences of our rapid industrialization and
modernization. When a healer - or
a patient - embraces Chinese medicine, he or she admits on some level that
there is something wrong with conventional healthcare. Often, this admission leads to a
realization that there is also something wrong with the modern society that
produced it, and that produced our bad habits and bad health.
So the common sense health advice
of the Chinese medicine practitioner can be taken as a gentle reminder that we
should get back to our caveman roots and live more balanced lives. Simply stated, the Way of the Caveman
Healer is an approach to managing the ill effects of civilization to regain
your health and sanity. My hope is that, regardless of your current state of health, the Way of
the Caveman Healer will provide you with ideas and tools to cope with the
stresses and strains of modern living and help to increase your appreciation
and enjoyment of life.
[1] When I write “cavemen,” of course what I mean is
prehistoric humans of both sexes.
But “cavemen and cavewomen” is quite a mouthful, and “cavepeople” just
doesn’t sound right, so I have it as “cavemen” and “caveman” for the sake of
convenience and easy reading. I am
not writing specifically about the Cro-Magnon or the Neanderthals or any other
single type of early humans, preferring instead to use the term “cavemen” to
refer to prehistoric humans generally.
[2] Richard Grossinger, Planet Medicine: From Stone-Age
Shamanism to Post-Industrial Healing,
North Atlantic Books, Berkeley, 1980. Grossinger is referring to the Huangdi
Neijing, or The Yellow Emperor’s
Classic of Internal Medicine, one of
the oldest preserved books of traditional Chinese medicine, dating back some
3,000 years. It still forms the
basis of the Chinese medical theory that acupuncturists use today.
1 comment:
“cavepeople” just doesn’t sound right..."
Well, how about "cave-folk"?
:-)
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