Iridology (Iris diagnosis)

My recent trip to Gold Coast Australia reaped more than just fun and excitement. It also gave me an insight into my health. In short, I was enlightened about the condition that I have been suffering from.

Let's just say that I get anxious easily, never really been able to concentrate on what I'm doing. This also affects the relationships I share with the people around me. They can never do the right things or do them fast enough. The were imperfect, so to speak.

It did occur to me that I might be the one who was a Perfectionist. But due to my perfectionistic thinking, I put the blame on others. It was easier this way...

Alrite, back to the topic of Iridology.

So I was walking along Surfers' Paradise on a weekend night with Chris and they were having small stalls along the beach. (Something like a Pasar Malam except the things they sell are unique and no two stalls are alike.)

We came across this stall that read "Iridology- Iris diagnosis" It was a very simple sign and the stall was just a white tent with a smilling old lady sitting inside. The sign also stated the price, only 10 Aussie dollars. It seemed inexpensive because she would study your iris and tell you what health conditions you are suffering from. It was a new concept to me as I have never seen this in Singapore. I wanted to give it a try.

Now the person standing next to me who had known me for 6 years started to feel it. His experience tells him that if I stop in front of a stall for more than 10 seconds, it means his is gonna spend some money. And remember we were on a budget trip so we really could not spend unneccesarily. So he started his subtle moves which he thinks I am oblivious to. His hands started to hold mine more tightly and he began shifting his feet towards other stalls, hoping I would follow suit. "Aiyah, pian ren de la" he said.

No use. I was hooked and had to give it a try. I thought since we had come so far we should try something which could not be found in Singapore right? Anyway it's only 10 dollars.

"Hello, how're you today?" the old lady said with her Australian accent. (of cos not very good then come and see you rite.......)

"Good." I smiled and took the seat in front of her. Chris managed a weak smile and sat beside me. ( He still can't understand why I believe in such stuff. )

The old lady then took out her instrument which looked like a magnifyer with light to me and asked me to inch closer to her. My heart was palpitating as she stared into my eyes. At that instant I was a little hesistant. It felt like she could read my life.

After reading my left iris, she said:" You are a strong person, but very sensitive."

I turned to Chris, and gave him a surprised look. She was right! He was beginning to be amazed too I could see, his weak smile turned to a 'eyes-open-wider' look. She went on to tell me that I get irritated by others easily because of my sensitivity but I could use my strong personality to fend them off, to stop them from irritating me.

Next, my right iris.

"You have had 3 shocks in your life whereby you were traumatised as I see 3 breaks in your iris lines." I immediately thought of the time when my grandmother passed on due to cancer. I never felt so much grief in my life before, I was definitely traumatised by her death. I turned to Chris again and my eyes started to tear. I have never really recovered from the grief. Whenever I think of her I would feel like crying.

My mind was racing to search for the other 2 shocks in my life. Before I could figure them out, she started to tell me more.

All in less than 5 minutes she described my condition which I have been suffering from for years but have not been able to pin point.

"Like many people, you suffer from anxiety attacks because of the traumas in your life. Adrenalin runs high in you all the time and you get addicted to the adrenalin rush. You constantly worry over small things and your panic attacks takes over the nervous system. Overtime, this puts stress on your body and you become chronically fatigued. Some people get depression. Some experience irritable bowel syndrome. Many people breathe high or shallow in the chest."

She went on to show me more symptoms, most of which I have. One of them I have to highlight- eyesight sometimes blurs, other times becomes clearer. I have perfect eyesight but for quite some time now i experience blurring of my eyes. It lasts for only a few seconds but enough to make me worry. I went to an optician to have them checked but my eyes were as before- perfect. So now I know what was really wrong with me.

The old lady then told me I could change all these. I simply had to change the style of my breathing. She calls it the Johnson Technique, a breathing style which she originated. Just like me, she suffered from anxiety attacks and all its life-destroying symptoms. However, she came up with this technique that helps eliminate the adrenalin within.

Now the big But came. I had to buy her book. It teaches the Johnson Technique and explains more about my condition.

This sent a red signal to the guy sitting next to me. He was now dying to make eye contact with me. The book costs 25 dollars. I had already blown away 10 dollars in less than 10 minutes. I turned to look at him finally and saw his 'eyes-open-even-wider' look.

"Pian ren de!!!" he must be shouting loud in his head, hoping I would not be taken in.

No use again.

How could this sweet old lady be a cheat?

I bought the book.

It was an easy read. The Johnson Technique was only 3 pages out of the whole book but 35 dollars to find out what was really wrong with me, totally worth it.

In case you are curious to know the other 2 shocks in my life, I reckon it would have to be the time when my mom went for her operation. I saw her sufferings and it hurt me so. The third would be my brother's motorbike accident. It almost killed him. These incidents left their mark in my life and contributed to my condition. Now I know...

As for Chris, he still thinks I got conned. But he never said much after that. That's just him, always letting me have my way. Love ya!