Why Was I Never Told About This?

Adapted from "Why Didn't Somebody Tell Me This?"

By Dr. Frank Bowling

I just watched a short video by Dr. Jim Sigafoose, one of my early mentors, in which he tells the moving story of a very sick young girl whose family had nearly given up hope when, like so many others, they finally sought care for her as a last resort.

Asked whether anything could be done, Dr. Sig replied, “I have no idea – but I can move the bone, and God can do the healing.” The father’s response was, “Why didn’t anybody ever tell me this before?!”

Well, to make a long story short, the girl did get better, but the relevant question here is, “What in the world was Dr. Sigafoose talking about?” Sounds more like religion than science, doesn’t it?

Innate Intelligence

You and I started out as two cells – one from our father, and one from our mother. Those two cells came together and formed the beginning of us, and over a period of about nine months, we went from one cell to (depending on whom you ask), somewhere between 10 and 100 trillion. We might call that “The Miracle of Life.”

The amazing part, though, is not the simple fact that we multiplied from one cell into trillions, but that they all went off in different directions to do different jobs. Some became part of our kneecaps, some formed a heart, some built an immune system, and so on. In other words, it’s like 100 trillion separate little animals crawling off to participate in thousands of complex functions, all conceived, orchestrated and conducted into the most beautiful symphony ever written, and directed by some unseen hand.

Any objective observer, any scientist can tell you that there’s more going on in this process than chemistry and physics. Whatever built us from one cell into a newborn baby did the whole thing on purpose. It certainly was no random accident, no chance collision of molecules. Those little cells are organized.

But here’s the important part: once that innate intelligence forms a new baby, it doesn’t go off and make another one – it stays inside of us, hence the term innate, and runs every aspect of our lives, every second of every day. If we cut ourselves, if we break a bone, if we have a cold or the flu or any other symptom or disease, it’s our own innate intelligence that does the healing. It just knows how to do it.

Medical doctors don’t heal. Medications don’t heal. Operations don’t heal. Upper cervical corrections don’t heal. All any doctor or pill or procedure or upper cervical correction can do is seek to remove the interference to healing, so that the body’s own innate potential can be expressed. Healing always flows from above down, and from the inside out.

Moving the Bone

The principle is almost too simple, which is partly why it’s taking so long for it to be understood and accepted. “What do the bones have to do with innate intelligence?” you might reasonably wonder.

As it turns out, our innate intelligence expresses itself largely through our communication system, the nervous system, and that system is stretched over the body’s frame (the bones) like a spider web, or like the strings of a musical instrument, or like one of my mother’s doilies over that little pegboard she used to pin them on to dry.

Science has now confirmed that any distortion or restriction of our human frame can interfere with the nerves by disturbing their “tone” or “vibration,” in much the same way that the notes produced by plucking a guitar string are changed by altering its tension. Too much or too little, and we won’t be happy with the result.

We know that the nervous system regulates and maintains all of the organs and glands of the body, including the immune system, which determines how well we deal with colds, flu and other infections. We’ve even found out that a disruption of tone to the nerve system can alters gene expression, which affects how likely we are to actually develop the conditions or diseases of our parents. In other words, we aren’t necessarily “doomed” to have the same problems they had – much of our future can be influenced by the choices we make in our own lives, including whether and how we choose to care for our spines.

The Story

For over 35 years now, I’ve been sharing the above information with everyone who would listen. As Dr. Christopher Kent, another of my mentors, expresses it, “We’re talking about sculpting the future of the destiny of mankind by educating people about their choices.” In my college days, we just called it, “telling the story.”

Consider yourself told.

Wishing you health, happiness and peace this Christmas season,

Dr. Frank Bowling

Clark Griswold Needs The Power Turned On!

Adapted from "The Weekly Sticky"

It's a classic holiday movie scene. Clark Griswold stands with bated breath and extension cords in hand as a childlike giddiness overtakes him.  The family drum roll commences, he makes the much anticipated electrical connection and VOILA… nothing happens.

Clark has a power problem.  Although the extension cords are all connected and each individual Christmas light has been inspected with precision, he's still not connected to the source.  It isn't until his wife 'adjusts' an obscure switch in the garage, and turns the main POWER back on that the light show begins.  She'd actually make a good upper cervical doctor!

If your wiring (nerve system) is connected and your body parts have all been dutifully inspected by the best doctor in the world, you still won't function to your potential if you're not connected 100% to your source… the Life creating power that flows from above, down, inside,out.  Make sure you and your family stay connected to it with upper cervical care during this bustling holiday season.  You glow brighter when yourpower switch is on.

Upper Cervical Care And The Power Of Listening

Most of us would rather talk than listen. People write best-selling books on how to become a good listener. It is an art. Many women say that a man who is a good listener is more attractive than a man with good looks. When it comes to listening to our body, we all could take a lesson or two. Perhaps part of the problem is that it is a one-way conversation. If you are ever caught talking to your body, well, they just might take you away.

So how do you listen to your body? First, we should understand that your body does not talk to you in a small voice you hear in your head. It really is quite simple. Our body speaks to us with sensations that we can perceive. For example, our body tells us when our stomach is empty, we call it hunger pangs. When we have responded to that message we have a feeling of satisfaction. Unfortunately, most people continue to eat for various reasons long after the call has been answered. Then we feel stuffed, bloated and/or uncomfortable. All of us have experienced both situations. Which is better for your health and well being having a stuffed feeling or one of “comfortably full”? You see the problem is not that our body does not speak to us, the problem is that we are usually not listening. Somehow we seem to think that any sensation is bad. Hunger pangs are not pleasant but they go away even if you do not eat. Remember all they are indicating is that the stomach is empty. That does not mean that we have to fill it let alone overfill it!

If listening is an art, then it can be cultivated. Conversely, the less we listen, the less we are able to do it. We all know people who just love to talk and whenever you speak with them, you get the impression that when they are not talking, it’s not because they are listening they are just collecting their thoughts for when they are going to speak again. With regard to the human body we have lost the art of listening to it. That is because we ignore its messages, like telling us we are tired and need to sleep. Or we misinterpret the messages, like feeling we need to constantly fill our stomach, or, and here is the most common, taking drugs that cut off the messages rather than respond to what our body is telling us. Getting rid of pain messages rather than addressing the cause is the most common example of this practice. There are many professional athletes who have cut their careers short because they played with injuries ignoring or medicating the pain when they should have been sitting out the game.

We live in a society in which people do not listen to their bodies, they ignore its messages or cut them off with medications. So how do we turn that around? Well, first we need to listen to our bodies when they are obviously speaking to us. Eat when we are hungry, not just because it is time to eat. Eat only enough to satisfy our hunger, stop when our body tells us we are full. Sleep when we are tired. Drink when thirsty, exercise until your body says stop. If we listen to the body in minor ways, we will learn to listen in other ways, learning not only when to eat but what to eat. (Even now we are told by the body in no uncertain terms what foods do not agree with us.)

Lastly, we need to make sure our nerve system is free of any interference due to head/neck misalignment so that the messages can get through. Upper cervical care can provide a helpful role by periodically checking you to find and correct this interference so you can listen to your body.

Digging Up Holes?

The following is a story found in "Enhance Your Life Experience" By Dr. Joe Strauss. I know that it is a bit long but I am sure that you will enjoy it.

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The front yard had mysteriously acquired large gaping holes sometime through the night. George Look surveyed the once beautiful lawn with the feeling that one has when they lose a dear friend or relative. It was not just the area between the house and street. This was George's child, his love, it occupied every moment of the confirmed bachelor's early evenings until the sunset, from April 1st until November 30th. He knew the neighbors would be gathering soon. Some would offer condolences. George could not bear the thought of them telling him they knew how he felt. They could not know. They had not spent the hours tenderly caring for their lawns the way he had. None except for Ben Warton. But even Ben's beautiful lawn could not hold a candle to George's. George knew Ben was jealous. There was almost a competitive spirit between them and not a friendly competition at that. Ben would surely gloat over George's misfortune.

The large white truck arrived late in the afternoon. It was very professional looking. Printed on the side in large, black letters were the words:

DR. JOHN B. PITFALL
LAWN PHYSICIAN

A tall, thin, distinguished gentleman stepped out of the truck. He had on a crisp, white coat and a large mop of snowy white hair to match. His face was tanned and confident. A faint glimmer of hope welled up in George's heart. This man was the best Lawn Physician in the entire Eastern United States. George had felt honored when Dr. Pitfall had agreed to take on his case.

"Thank you for coming, Doctor." George tried to sound calm, despite the fact that his heart was beating madly.

"I don't usually take cases this far from my office, Mr. Look, but your case intrigues me. When did you first notice this problem?"

"Just this morning, doctor. The lawn was fine
yesterday."

"Ever have a similar problem?"

"No, never."

"How about your lawn's general health?"

George took pride in his healthy lawn. But he realized this was not a time for bragging. He racked his brain for any indication of what could have caused this problem. After careful thought he responded, "Other than chinch bugs two years ago and some occasional brown spots in late July, the lawn has been fine."

The doctor stroked his smooth chin and scanned the homes up and down the street. "Any of your neighbors have this type of problem?"

"Okay, Mr. Look, we're going to be doing a few tests. Why don't you go in the house. My assistants will be along shortly and we'll be bringing some heavy equipment in. Out here you'll just be in the way."

George dutifully obeyed the doctor. Once in the house he drew open the drapes at the picture window, pulled over the easy chair, and sat down to watch. What he saw was impressive. The lawn physician and his assistants went to work with the skill of a finely?trained team. They took pictures of all the holes, every one of them, from every conceivable angle. George noticed the doctor talking to one of his assistants, a big burly fellow. The man nodded as if concurring with Dr. Pitfall's observation and then drove off in the truck. Thirty minutes later he returned with what appeared to be a large measuring device. He went to each hole, measuring the depth and the width and noting the slope of each one. A nurse followed him around making notations on a clipboard. George could not hear what they were saying through the thick windowpanes but the serious looks on their faces were anything but encouraging. The activities went on for the better part of two hours. George was impressed by their workman?like attitude but at the same time somewhat annoyed at their apparent detachment. Didn't they realize this was his one and only front yard?

It was getting on toward dark. George had not left the picture window since the examination began. Finally Dr. Pitfall, aware of George observing them, motioned for him to come out.

"We would like to do a few more tests tomorrow Mr. Look and I have a colleague I would like to call in on consultation. He'll be here tomorrow also. We should have some news for you the day after."

"What do you think it is, doctor?"

"I'd really not like to venture a guess until all the tests are done and the results are calculated. We have to go back to the office now and run a lot of these figures through our computers. We'll see you in the morning." With that, they all climbed into their trucks. Neither the trucks nor the doctors and nurses looked quite as white and crisp as they had earlier in the day. George was left standing among the holes in his yard as they drove off in the direction of the setting summer sun.

They returned the next day as promised and worked from early morning until almost sunset. Then left without a word. They returned the following day. There were more tests, more pictures. Each time there was one or more new faces. All bad the same white coat, same tan, same serious expression. On the fourth day they did not return. Midway through the morning George received a phone call from Dr. Pitfall's office. The doctor would be coming to speak with George.

Shortly after noon he arrived.

"Sit down. Mr. Look."

George dreaded those words. Whenever a doctor on television tells someone to sit down, it's always bad news.

"George, I'm going to be honest with you. This is by far the worst case of holes in the lawn that I or any of my colleagues have ever seen. To be perfectly frank, it doesn't look good."

George had been sitting on the edge of his easy chair, the one he had spent the better part of the last four days in. He slumped back and spoke, his voice faltering, "what can be done, doctor?"

The doctor walked over to the window and gazed out upon the lawn as if to give it one further examination before pronouncing its fate. "The only hope is," he paused for what seemed an eternity to George, "major surgery. I'm afraid George, unless we dig up those holes, your lawn hasn't a chance."

George sat up straight. "You mean you're going to remove the holes?"

"That's right."

"But doctor, how can you remove a hole? I mean," George stammered trying to find the right words. His mind was spinning. "I mean, how can you dig up a hole?"

The doctor gave George a condescending smile. It irritated George. "Oh, we have a fine instrument. We can be in and out of here in one morning. It can remove every hole, take it right out. I have to admit it is a rather untried procedure, but frankly George, I see no other hope."

George rubbed his temples with his fingertips. "I just don't know."

"Look George, if you would like a second or third opinion I could give you the names..."

"No, doctor, I'm sure you're right. It just doesn't seem... I just can't believe... it doesn't seem possible that digging up the holes is the answer." George got up and walked over to the picture window. He stared at his lawn remembering the lush green carpet that he had mown only a week ago. He turned sharply, looked the doctor in the eye and said, "when can you do the operation?"

"We will be here Monday morning."

George rarely ever opened the drapes of the front picture window. When leaving his house, and he only left to go to work or the store, he avoided looking at the front yard. It had been almost a month since the operation. Even before the big machinery began tearing into the soft, rich, dark earth George had this gnawing feeling that it wouldn't work. Dr. Pitfall had tried to cheer him up by saying they were able to reduce the number of holes to only a few large ones. The neighbors' condolence cards were appreciated. Except for Ben Warton's. Suggesting that George put a large hedge around his front yard was in poor taste. There was one card, from Mrs. Deery up the street. She had suggested that George try a Lawn Restorer. As the sight of the lawn became more painful, George gave more thought to her suggestion. Finally one morning he called Dr. Thomas Cause, Lawn Restorer. The doctor arrived in a small pickup. It was not white. He did not wear white and there were no assistants with him. He was, however, a friendly, soft-spoken, kindly fellow. He seemed genuinely concerned over George's plight. George began to relate the lawn's history to Dr. Cause but the doctor stopped him.

"Mr. Look, I know you've been through a good deal with your problem and you obviously have had some experts looking at your lawn. I don't pretend to be able to do something they could not do." George face dropped. The doctor was smiling. "However, Mr. Look, I believe I have something I can do for your lawn that will benefit it."

"You mean you can cure holes in the lawn?"

"No, I didn't say that. As a matter of fact I cannot cure any problem. But what I can do is restore dirt and frankly, Mr. Look, whatever condition your lawn has or doesn't have, it would be better off with a full complement of dirt. You see, a Lawn Restorer is really a dirt replacer." He went on to explain a little more about his philosophy. It made sense to George. After they had talked awhile longer George walked over to his lawn and looked into one of the large holes.

"Don't you want to see the pictures or read the Lawn Physician's reports?"

"It's not really necessary to my procedure, Mr. Look. We are not really doing the same thing. He's removing holes, I'm replacing dirt."

George laughed aloud. "Well, I've gone the hole removal route and look what it's gotten me." He pointed to the gaping holes. "I guess I've got nothing to lose by trying... what did you call it?"

"Dirt replacement, Mr. Look."

"When can you begin?"

"I'll be here tomorrow with a truckload."
George thought for a minute, still not convinced he was doing the right thing. "But how will you know how much dirt my lawn needs without all the tests or at least looking at the Lawn Physician's report?"

"Good question, Mr. Look. I'll be in with a truckload tomorrow and begin to fill the holes. I'll just keep bringing truckloads until they are filled. It's really a very simple concept and procedure. When the holes are filled, my job is done."

The next day Dr. Cause returned, this time with a large truck full of dirt. He began to back it up toward the closest and largest hole. George raced out the front door.

"Hold it, doctor," he shouted over the roar of the truck engine. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

The Lawn Restorer climbed out of the truck cab and the two of them walked a distance from the idling truck engine.

"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Look?"

George was somewhat embarrassed. "Can I be frank with you Dr. Cause?"

"But of course, please do. If there is anything you don't understand or want explained further, I would be very happy..."

"It's not that, it's just, well you see, I met this Lawn Therapist yesterday in the garden shop. He was buying a truckload of fertilizer and we got to talking. He called himself a Lawn Therapist Physician. He said I should have some tests done, that maybe my problem was a nutritional deficiency in the lawn. He also thought it might be six foot tall gophers. He said he would do those tests and sort of hinted that you should also."

"Let's sit down over here, Mr. Look. Remember I explained to you that I am not a physician?"

"Yes."

"I do one thing only. I fill holes with dirt. Your lawn needs dirt. Whatever else it needs, it needs dirt. You must understand Mr. Look; I only am a 'dirt replacer.' You or someone else will have to take the responsibility for seeding, feeding, cutting, raking, watering and maintaining your lawn. I personally feel you are the person most qualified to do those things. However, sometimes you may need professional help. If you have six-foot tall gophers, you may need a Lawn Exterminator. I am not trained or equipped to deal with gophers. Perhaps vandalism is your problem. I cannot sit here all night and protect your lawn. Do you see what I'm saying, Mr. Look? Your lawn has many needs. Under most circumstances you are the most qualified to meet those needs. From what I've seen of the other parts of your lawn, you do a fine job of taking care of it."

George felt his face flush with embarrassment. The Lawn Restorer continued, "But whatever your lawn needs and no matter who supplies those needs, one thing is for sure, it has no chance of being healthy and beautiful without a full complement of dirt. That is what I do."

"Dr. Cause, I'd like to have my dirt restored. Let's get to it!"

"Okay Mr. Look."

George stood back and watched the Lawn Restorer at work. His philosophy was different. His procedure was not orthodox lawn medicine. He didn't act like a lawn physician. But even as these thoughts raced through George's mind, he noticed that his holes were disappearing. With every truckload his lawn was returning. The "dirt restoration" was working.

Six weeks to the day after meeting the Lawn Restorer, George Look stood in front of his picture window. His lawn had returned to normal. Periodically Dr. Cause would come by and spread a little dirt here and there when needed. Other than that, there were no problems. George was a happy man. The neighbors were amazed. They marveled at the difference in George's lawn and told him so. It was once again the most beautiful lawn in the neighborhood.

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Of course, it seems rather absurd to view a hole as an "entity", something that has material existence and can be removed. Any rational person realizes that a hole is merely an absence of dirt. You can only create it by removing the dirt and you can only correct it by restoring dirt. But our health is no different. Disease is like holes - it is the absence of health. Disease only occurs when health has been lost. Trying to remove disease is like trying to remove a hole. We need to begin to view health as the entity and disease as the non-entity, the absence of health.

Your Upper Cervical doctor views health as the entity, as that which needs to be restored in order to fill the void that we call disease.

Understanding What UC Doctors Do.

One of the major differences between the practice of Upper Cervical Care (UCC) and that of a therapeutic approach is the desire to have knowledgeable, understanding patients. The therapeutic providers often neither want nor care for the patient to know everything that they are doing. This is not a criticism, it just reflects the two different approaches. It is not necessary for the patient to understand the therapeutic approach. They are totally uninvolved with the process. The patient does not participate in the surgery, he or she just lies there. The patient merely swallows the medication. Everything is done by the doctor. The therapeutic approach is performed on the patient or done for the patient. UCC is different.

UCC is based upon the principle that the patient’s body does the healing. It maintains health and it actually makes the correction, using the force introduced into the upper neck by the upper cervical doctor. Second, UCC is directed toward health and increasing one’s potential for an improved quality of life in all areas. Obviously, this takes cooperation on the part of the patient. We will make corrections when indicated so that you can get the maximum benefit from your exercise. But you still must do the exercise. We correct your head/neck misalignment and so that your body, free of nerve interference, can get the maximum benefit from the food you eat. But we cannot eat the food for you. UCC is a cooperative effort, from the actual correction to the patient taking responsibility for being regular/periodic in his or her care.

The outside-in thinkers think they are smarter than their patients so the patients should just do as they are told. The upper cervical doctor works with your body’s innate intelligence, which is smarter than all the doctors in the world, put together. As a result, it is the upper cervical doctor's desire that you, the patient, learn more and more about the inside-out way of life so that you can take a more active role in maintaining your health and directing your life and the upper cervical doctor can step back and do the one thing he or she does best, which is correcting head/neck misalignment and the resulting nerve interference whenever it occurs.

To be a participant in UCC, it is imperative that you, the patient, understand as much as you can about UCC and the “above-down, inside-out” approach to health care. If this term is unfamiliar to you, please ask an upper cervical doctor to explain its meaning. This blog is also full of material for you to utilize. We hope that you will avail yourself of these materials. You see, we believe that people truly want to be knowledgeable about their life and health and not just be a bystander to what’s being done to them. We believe that you can see by now that the therapeutic approach has made us a drug-dependent, disease-fearful society and while it may have some success in the treatment of disease, it has very little to do with health. We hope you will read through this blog visit the links and ask us questions. Health comes from first knowing and understanding both your body and certain principles and then making the effort to apply those principles.