Showing posts with label TCM China Taiwan Amy Ballon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TCM China Taiwan Amy Ballon. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Part two

[Scroll down for Part 1]
                                                                    Amy and Bruce
Part 2
The second part of the story of my experience with traditional Chinese doctor and meditation expert Amy Tseng Ballon

After my first encounter with Amy and Bruce I changed my diet for six months and strengthened my body enough so that I could receive treatment from her. I had been bitten by a Brown Recluse spider on a channel and very near an important acupuncture point. I had received western treatment for this infection but I had side effects that made my case complicated.

When she took my pulse this time it started out just like before but then my pulse felt to me like it did a drum roll when she touched my wrist and Amy cried "Aha!" Now she really became interested in my case. She said I had a rare syndrome that she had only seen once before. Now she felt sure that I had been sent to her so she could ”save me” as she put it. Amy told me I would get worse before I got better and I had to promise not to stop in the middle of the treatment. She started giving me needles everyday and she got a note book and kept detailed records of my treatment. This went on for the next year. I went to her house each afternoon and was immersed in the culture, the food, the language, and the medicine.

Amy made me promise I wouldn't tell anyone else I was getting treatment during the 3/4 of a year that I went to her house almost everyday. She told me it was her destiny to treat me. She said to me "If I treat you I will help a lot of people I will never meet.”
[From that day in 1984 I have tried to live up to this by helping people help themselves with Amy’s basic information on diet and lifestyle.]

She said it was not her destiny to treat other people and not to bring anyone to her house. She would take my pulse and then get the needles out of the tin they were stored in. I had two sets of needles just for me. One went to the hospital each day with Bruce to be sterilized; the other set was used on me. These were the old fashioned Chinese needles which are bigger than the Japanese made disposable needles acupuncturists use now. The more they were used the duller the tips became and the more painful the treatment became. Some days after treatment all I could do was go home and sleep.

After I had gotten needles everyday for three weeks on the same points over and over they had multicolored bruises over them and I felt like a pin cushion. I had to talk myself into going back for each treatment. Finally one day I told Amy I didn’t think I could stand it again today. She looked at me in a funny way and said, “Finally! I have been waiting for this for some time. You some kinda tough guy huh?” We laughed and laughed. I wasn’t tough, just ignorant! After this she would take my pulse every day and give me needles most days, but not always.

One weekend I went to Washington DC with Amy and Bruce and we got back late so I slept on the couch at their house. That night I dreamed about a past life as a Chinese man and heard Chinese spoken in my dreams. When I told Amy about this dream the next morning over shi fan and tea she didn’t seem surprised. She told me as a matter of fact that I was remembering my past life.
That morning Amy said she had a special treatment for me. I remember my response was "Oh no!" because the needles had been so painful. Amy laughed at me and assured me that it was "first class entertainment" and wouldn't hurt. She did acupressure to my back and neck. I was a massage therapist at the time but I had never experienced anything like what she did.

Amy did this wonderful technique where she pushed the energy gently up with her thumbs and it almost felt like liquid. Using the HuaT’o special points she pushed the energy up and out of any stuck points on the spine. Later she marked the points of Du Mai and some Bladder channel points on my back with a felt tipped pen. [This was when I really began to try to learn her point location information and style of acupressure and energy work.]

Eventually Amy asked to see what I had been taught about acupressure points in martial arts. I demonstrated on her 12 year old son Steve some basic points on the arms. I only knew a few points and what l knew about them was how to grab and hit them. She watched and told me that what I had been taught was very good location, or “spotting,” and seizing skills. She also noted that it was first level and none of the points were lethal, they were only used to weaken an opponent's arm and control a violent person. Then she said she would agree to teach me the first level of positive or healing knowledge using non-lethal points. First she frowned and gave me a “small speech” which I have never forgotten. She said, "We are not here to hurt anyone, and you must never use any of this information for the wrong reasons. We are here to make this a better planet for everyone to live on!" She said I had a big heart and this was why she agreed to teach me some of what she knew.

She spoke to me about the chi liang, the spirit of benevolence, and how this was the basis of Chinese medicine and all higher gung fu. This chi glowed in a person’s aura and was strengthened by being of service to mankind. The reason the ancient holy men were said to glow was because everything they did was in service to others. She talked about how the ancient Chinese traditions of the goddess such as Tou mu, the goddess of the North Star in ancient times, evolved into the Buddhist Bodhisattva Kuan Yin pusa and became the patron saint of Chinese medicine. Kuan Yin vowed to be the last to ascend to heaven and this is the pledge of the traditional doctor as well. There is a statue of Kuan Yin in Amy and Bruce’s house today.
To be continued

Monday, December 27, 2010

The Amy part one

by Wilson Pitts

Tseng, Ching-ying was the highest level Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor to immigrate from Taiwan to America in the 1980's. This is my story of meeting, being treated by, and studying with this amazing woman.

When I first met my teacher Tseng, Ching ying, she looked at me and said “You can not go to the mountain.” She continued, “You are of this world, you must serve humanity.” When she put my arm on a red pillow and lightly touched my wrist with her fingertips, I felt a subtle energy travel up my arm to yin tang, my third eye, and she said “I know you, I don’t need to take your pulse anymore.”

She agreed to give me acupuncture, but only when her husband was at home at night. Her husband, Bruce, was going to medical school at the time and would get home late in the evening. She would sing the pattern of treatment in Chinese before each treatment. The sound of her voice had a very special quality and even though I couldn’t understand the words the songs haunted my dreams for years. It seemed to trigger very old memories that I could not quite remember, I had dreams of being Chinese and heard the songs “fengchi, quchi, Zusanli”

Her two youngest children were born while they lived here in Richmond. After dinner the family would gather in a circle and put the toddler in the middle of the floor, “Kepeisa! ” baby show!” The toddler would be the center of attention and everyone would laugh and shower love on the little one while they played or performed. The warmth of the family, the gathering of everyone together at the end of the day, the one chi, was what was deemed important. We had enough good food for everyone, a warm place for the baby show, what else did you need? The stress of everyday life melted away.

One night when my teacher’s youngest child [at that time]David was about 6 months old he started crying and she passed him around the circle to each adult in turn. This was the early 80’s and I was “Mister-Mom” to my daughter Holly who was two when I began acupuncture treatment and then studied with the master. I had learned to send the chi to my hands from years of Pa Kua Chang practice. I found I could pacify my daughter when she was an infant by sending the chi to my hands and holding her. It worked every time so when they passed me the screaming baby I sent the chi to my hands and held him with my right hand on his lower back my left hand on his neck. He stopped crying immediately and opened his eyes a little wider than normal and gave me a “knowing look.”

Amy jumped up from her chair and exclaimed that the baby recognized me from a past life! That meant I was family, and not just gungfu family, I was made a part of the family! I had never been so honored, the warmth and healing energy of that family was a blessing. Many people felt healed after just coming over and sitting on the couch and speaking to the master. Her house had a very special vibe.

On several occasions she told me I was her brother from a past life and because of this connection she agreed to teach me. Her children still refer to me as “Uncle Wilson.” That is one of those times in life when you look back and recognize a fork in the road and you took one path and not another. I chose the this path because it had heart, you could feel it in her house, at dinner, in the treatment room, in the circle clapping, watching the baby show, this path, this Dao, had heart.

She picked the American name Amy Ballon and began to try to learn more English at this time. Amy told me to come to her house every day at 3 o’clock for acupuncture treatment. The first day I arrived a little after two to be sure I wasn’t late. I interrupted her meditation hour, something I never did again, but this time she led me in and then resumed her meditation. I joined her. it was wonderful, to this day there is nothing so special to me as the times I got to meditate with her. I still keep 2-3 in the afternoon for meditation when I am home. At 3 o’clock she opened her eyes and said in a low voice, “Who taught you to do the meditation?”

I told her I read a book about TM and taught myself when I was 13, and really found that it was what I had been doing ever since I was much younger and had no words for. Her eyes turned to slits and she shook her head, “So strange.” she said

Besides extensive acupuncture treatment she gave me lessons in Chinese language, culture, calligraphy, and cooking. After I had gone through the whole course of treatment she had me go back to my daily gungfu practice and she took my pulse after I did each form. She advised me in my internal practice and corrected my energy body in each form. She also demonstrated her gung fu on numerous occasions.



this episode was first published on twitter one sentence at a time!
To be continued