by Alan Johnston, Pottsville, Australia

A simple truth about Universal Medicine is that it is: 1) universal and 2) medicine. This is my experience. ‘Please explain’, as Pauline Hanson once said.

So there I was, (un)happily faking it with the best of them… and had the trappings to prove it – including a holiday shack on a remote South Pacific island. All that sashimi swimming along the outer reef.

And, not so many years ago, I undertook a Masters in Social Documentary Photography and photo-shopped it into my life as a ‘creative pursuit’.

Also, I’d been through a ‘Who’s Who’ of teachers and gurus and had a clutch of certainties that seemed to stand up – although a nagging, never-healing bedsore of a question was “why am I at times run by a kind of self-loathing, that when given in to, leaves me feeling flat and joyless?”.

Given all that, when I first encountered Universal Medicine, I was hypercritical. I hadn’t really allowed myself to feel just how deeply disillusioned I had become.

In any case, I committed within myself just enough to attend a few Universal Medicine events and to have some sessions with Universal Medicine practitioners. Something like, “one more wary circuit before I really clock off and head for that palm-fringed lagoon”.

During a session in those first months I became aware of what it felt like to not be who I really am – to have “turned my face from God” (my words). That was the downside. The upside was a homecoming that was just Angelic, a roomful, pure and joyous.

The truth of me being me, and that is Universal Medicine. Healing, and for all.