Chrysalis Original Integrative Homœopathy

16/04/2026

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15/04/2026

Today's offering during Homœopathy Week is a personal one. I often joke that my family and loved ones could keep me working full time; in truth, they were my first willing trial subjects while I was studying, and for that I remain grateful.

Towards the end of my nursing training, my Dad's health took a serious hit. For someone who was never sick (or simply masked it well) he was struck hard: a heart attack, suspected embolism, and osteospondylosis, all at once. I watched him fade before me.

This medal-winning athlete and bodybuilder was shrinking, visibly and fast. At one point he could barely move his head; doctors had told him his x-rays showed all his cervical vertebrae had crumbled, and it was only his neck muscles holding his head in place. As the atrophy progressed, they estimated he'd be in a wheelchair within three years and paralysed shortly after.

We were frantic. I told him to try a faith healer; we’d begun watching programmes like Healers, Quacks & Mystics, but I knew conventional medicine had nothing safe to offer that might actually work. So off he went to the only other healer he knew: the local naturopath. These were still the days when I believed all alternatives were firmly b-a-d, but he was determined. She told him it would take around six months to repair what he'd been hiding for years.

He was back at work in six weeks.

My trajectory changed irreversibly from that moment. She became a mentor of sorts. I attended every workshop she ran and, while still nursing, began working through shorter courses; herbalism, organic farming, iridology, massage. This is when my nursing peers began turning on me one by one.

I eventually walked away from medicine after a particularly difficult confrontation in a remote Kimberley hospital, followed by an acute vaccine reaction that nearly claimed my niece's life. Interestingly, out of a nursing staff of 11 in one remote hospital, 3 of us were studying natural health by correspondence; that is impressive and reflects how many nurses were disillusioned.

That’s when I dove headfirst into homœopathy, and then acupuncture. And Dad was my most willing test subject. The spondylosis had returned with a vengeance. Old malaria raised its head again, as did gout and by then, his naturopath had retired. I was friends with the local GP, so while he prescribed mild sleeping tablets and analgesics to get Dad through the day, I began developing formulations for both the malaria and the spondylosis.

At one point he couldn't lift his arms. I gave him daily acupuncture; the remedy now known as Nexus was developed for him, alongside what became Urica, for the gout and malaria.
It was a long road. You'll know the principle I've shared, one month of healing for every year the symptoms have been present. Thankfully he proved that wrong again.

As it turned out, like many soldiers of his generation, Dad had been given trial medications in the army during the 1950s, men quietly encouraged to volunteer. He'd also had dengue fever and malaria, sustained multiple injuries, and being the man of his era that he was, had simply pushed through all of it. Sickness wasn't something you acknowledged.

Then one day, we were both called into the GP's surgery to look at something ‘impossible'. The doctor was beside himself. He placed two x-rays side by side and asked me to look closely. I asked if he'd mixed them up. He hadn’t; both carried my father's name, just different dates.

The first showed barely any spinal tissue at all; what appeared to be soft, indistinct matter where bone should have been. The second showed a fully formed spinal column. The only anomaly: slight thinning of a few discs, the result of falls from height; he was a builder, and had come down badly more times than I care to count, the worst a twenty-five-foot drop onto his tailbone mid-stride, trying to stay upright.

"This simply cannot happen. Bones do not regrow like this.” But he wasn't dismissing it, he was elated. Dad's malaria had gone completely. After thirty years of regular attacks, not another one for the rest of his life. His heart remained weakened but was measurably stronger than before. He was working as hard as ever, and still bodybuilding.

From the day he first walked into that naturopath's clinic, having been given a matter of years to live, he went on to pass away thirty-four years later, aged ninety, working a physical job right up to and including the day he passed. He had an extensive kit set up on his kitchen shelf along with his daily supplements, and a stack of both medical and natural health text books for reference and reading. By the end of his life I would say he knew as much about health as I did.

I would argue that without his constant challenges, both with health and to my thinking, I would never have come close to where I have reached in my work. Knowledge seemed to arrive effortlessly for him; he possessed what one might call an eidetic memory (photographic), recalling details with remarkable clarity, while I had to labour diligently for every fragment of mine. Yet it was precisely those questions and quiet tests, that shaped the path. I sense his presence with me every single day. 💜

15/04/2026

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐦œ𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

This was fun to research and is by no means a complete list. Take note of the very people who destroyed homœopathy when they created the new medical model (Carnegie & Rockefeller in the US, Rothschilds in the UK). There was not enough money in it for them.

King Edward VII
George V
Edward VIII
George VI
Elizabeth II
King Gustav V of Sweden
King Haakon VII of Norway
Queen Adelaide
Queen Victoria
Charles Darwin
Queen Mary — led fundraising efforts to relocate and expand the London Homœopathic Hospital
King George V (even named a horse after a remedy)
King Edward VIII
King George VI
Queen Elizabeth II
King Charles III
Prince Harry & Meghan Markle
Napoleon I & Napoleon III
Czar Alexander II of Russia
Maharaja Ranjit Singh of Lahore
Charles Darwin
John D. Rockefeller Sr.
Andrew Carnegie
Cornelius Vanderbilt II.
Andrew Carnegie (shared a homœopath with Rockefeller)
Cornelius Vanderbilt II
Hiram Sibley — first president of Western Union
George Eastman — founder of Kodak
Charles F. Kettering — American inventor, holder of 186 patents
Robert Bosch — founder of Bosch
James de Rothschild
Sir Anthony de Rothschild
​Mary Seacole
Florence Nightingale (helped found and fund the first homœopathic hospitals in the UK - something we were definitely not taught about in nursing school..)
Sir William Osler (known as the father of modern medicine; publicly expressed respect for homœopathy and its practitioners)
Dr Emil von Behring — father of immunology
Dr August Bier — father of spinal anaesthesia
Dr C. Everett Koop — US Surgeon General 1982–1989
Dr Brian Josephson — Nobel Laureate and Cambridge professor
Dr Peter Fisher — Queen Elizabeth II's personal homœopath until his death in 2018
Bronte sisters
Mary Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Charles Dickens
W.B. Yeats
William Thackeray
Mark Twain
Louisa May Alcott
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Honoré de Balzac
Heinrich Heine
Ludwig van Beethoven
Frédéric Chopin
Robert Schumann
Niccolò Paganini
Dizzy Gillespie ("There have been two great revelations in my life. The first was bebop, the second was homœopathy.”)
Paul McCartney ("I can't manage without homœopathy. I never go anywhere without homœopathic remedies.”)
George Harrison
Tina Turner
Cher
Moby
Chris Martin
Roger Daltrey
Catherine Zeta-Jones
Cindy Crawford
Jennifer Aniston
Cate Blanchett
Helena Bonham Carter
Orlando Bloom
Morgan Freeman
Pamela Anderson
Marlene Dietrich
John Wayne
Jane Seymour
Suzanne Somers
Michael Caine
Ashley Judd
Naomi Watts
Sarah Bernhardt
Emma Watson
David Beckham
Usain Bolt
Annabel Croft — British No. 1 tennis player
Boris Becker
Ronaldo
Paula Radcliffe
Kelly Holmes
P.T. Usha — Sprint Queen of India
Mother Teresa
Mahatma Gandhi
Popes: Leo XII, Gregory XVI, Pius VIII, Pius IX, Pius X, Pius XII, Paul VI
Rabbi Menachem Mendel Schneerson
Ramakrishna Paramahamsa
Meher Baba

Kind of makes you wonder how it isn’t mainstream. These weren’t just simple ailments - we’re talking TB, cancer, hepatitis and much more. It was never about intention; people in all walks of medicine have enough good intention but only one modality has money as a controlling factor; it was always about what could make the most money and the rest followed.

15/04/2026

Interesting fact about homœopathy. These figures mean there are around the same number of practitioners for people who use homœopathy as there are doctors for users of pharmaceutical medicine.

Homœopathy is the most used single modality in the world, yet without public funding or in most nations, even recognition as a true form of healing.

14/04/2026

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠
Homœopathy Week. A case I return to often, as an example to others.

This patient came to me having exhausted every avenue of conventional medicine available to her; not through any fault of her own, but because the instruments being used to find her illness were simply not designed to see it.

Her irises told a story that no blood panel had thought to ask about. The lesions were unlike anything I had encountered; silver, red, brown, even black. All varied, and layered in a way that spoke not of recent illness but of something written into her tissues over a very long time.

The discolouration of the skin beneath her eyes was deep, patchy and dark. During consultations, patterns form in the mind of the practitioner and an almost intuitive answer floats to the surface. Before she had finished describing her symptoms I asked the question that had already formed in my mind; had she grown up near a mine, a farm using heavy chemicals, or an industrial site?

She had indeed grown up in a mining town. As a child she had played on the tailings dumps, the rubble left behind when the earth has been stripped of what industry wanted, poisoned with processing chemicals and discarded of what it did not.

She and the other children had climbed and played there freely. Nobody had thought to tell them otherwise. In that moment the entire case assembled itself.

Her suffering was considerable and had been so for most of her life. Chronic headaches that never fully resolved. Joint pain that moved and settled and moved again. Abdominal discomfort concentrated in the regions of the liver and the kidneys, the body's great organs of filtration, long overburdened. Weight that accumulated in the lower body and would not shift regardless of effort. A lymphatic system so congested it was visible both in her iris markings and in the shape she carried.

She was depressed in the truest sense; not merely sad, but exhausted at a cellular level by the effort of sustaining life under such conditions. She told me quietly that she had no will to live.
I reminded her that she was sitting in front of me; the will was present, it had simply been waiting for somewhere to go.

I moved carefully. In cases of deep, long-standing toxicity the temptation is to act decisively; to clear, purge, and restore. But the body that has been carrying a burden for decades does not always respond well to having it suddenly removed. The drainage pathways must be opened gently, coaxed rather than commanded. I wanted to avoid a Herxheimer reaction or cytokine storm; two extreme responses to rapid toxin removal which can often cause more harm than good.

I prescribed what I now call Stasis and Vasa, remedies formulated for precisely this kind of systemic accumulation, and asked very little else of her in the beginning. Herbal teas in place of coffee. Simple dietary adjustments. Hot Epsom salt baths. Regular saunas to encourage what the skin could release. Nothing dramatic. The ground needed preparing before anything could truly shift. She returned every six weeks, as I asked.

Healing in chronic cases occurs in the order the body chooses, which is rarely the order the patient expects or the practitioner plans for. Her emotional state lifted first. This did not surprise me. The mind and the vital force are intimately connected; when the burden begins to ease, the spirit is often the first to notice.

Then the dark lesions beneath her eyes began to fade. Her skin found a quality it had been missing. She moved differently, not yet well, but no longer quite so weighted. As the upper layers resolved, older layers surfaced. This is the nature of deep curative work and it requires explanation, or the patient will interpret it as failure; this misunderstanding happens too often.

Severe menstrual pain emerged, along with back pain and disrupted sleep. The body was working in the right direction. We added Luna, Nexus, and Pax to support what was now moving.
She asked me, during one of these visits, what the point was. Progress felt imperceptible to her from the inside, as it so often does.

I told her what I tell all patients carrying the weight of a long chronic illness; for every year you have suffered, allow a month of careful work. She had been accumulating this since childhood. The timeline was not a discouragement but a map. And her irises were already changing; I could show her the evidence in her own eyes, literally.

She had two futures available to her. In one, she gives up and continues as she had been and in five years the illness would have deepened further into the tissues, as all untreated chronic conditions eventually do. In the other, she continued this work and in five years she would meet a version of herself she had perhaps never known. She chose the second.

Six months into her treatment I dropped off an order to her home. She lived nearby and it was no inconvenience. What came to the door was not the woman I had first met. She was small and vital and moving with the easy confidence of someone entirely at home in their body.

Gym clothes, children spilling around her, a kind of brightness about her that I found myself simply standing still to observe for a moment. She was leaving; the family were relocating to the country, a new life opening where the old one had been so constricted. She wanted a family remedy kit to take with her as well as detox remedies for her children.

I have thought about this case many times since. Not because it was unusual; deep toxic accumulation from environmental exposure is more common than medicine currently acknowledges, but because of what it asks of us as practitioners.

She had not been failed by a lack of care. She had been failed by a system that only knows how to look for what it already understands. The evidence of her illness was present and legible to anyone trained to read it.

The body forgets nothing but records everything; every exposure, every suppression, every burden carried silently over years. It will also release everything, given the right conditions and sufficient time.

Our work is simply to create those conditions, hold the space, and trust what the vital force already knows. During Homœopathy Week I am sharing cases that changed both my patients and my practice. Questions welcome below. 🌿

14/04/2026

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲?

Homœopathy Week and another case that still astonishes me. This one was a house call.

This patient was twenty-five, an artist, utterly devoted to his work in a way that had cost him almost everything else. He spent his days in a dark basement studio (a converted under-house garage) and his nights at clubs and bars; no sunlight, exercise, or real rest. He chain smoked and drank heavily.

He was tall and thin, with long dull hair pulled back in a ponytail. His skin was white with a yellow tinge. Over his kidney region sat two large yellow pad-shaped areas, like old bruising that had never quite resolved. His eyes were dull, his posture a stoop shaped by years of leaning over his work. For a man of Italian heritage with an otherwise excellent diet, he showed none of the vitality you would expect. Almost zero muscle tone.

And yet, his personality was something else entirely. Vibrant, animated, genuinely lit up about life. The contradiction between the vessel and the person inside it was one of the most striking I had encountered; this was a case I did not expect to win.

I could not realistically see him overhauling his lifestyle. So I worked with what I had. The foundation of his protocol was what is now known as my Aura remedy, built around chemical detoxification, liver and kidney support, remedies known to create an aversion to alcohol & smoking, and WA Bush Flower Essences targeting addiction patterns.

I also suspected he was carrying the quiet weight of concealing his true self, shaped by family gender expectation rather than his own nature. So I wove in emotional support for living authentically and for courage.

The lifestyle guidance was deliberately achievable, nothing dramatic:

💜Sunlight without sunglasses, even fifteen minutes between work sessions
💜More water
💜Movement of any kind, even walking the dog
💜Simple breathing and postural exercises

That was it. I filed his case notes and genuinely expected never to hear from him again.

About a year later I was at a social event. A man approached our group; warm, attentive, familiar in some way I couldn't place. We spoke for some time. I was completely certain I knew him from somewhere but could not for the life of me work out where. Then his brother, someone I knew well, walked in and called out his name across the room.

I nearly fell off my chair.

The man standing in front of me was muscular, tanned, and shining with health. There was no trace of the person I had visited twelve months earlier. I apologised, flustered and genuinely stunned. He laughed and kept thanking me, barely able to contain his enthusiasm for how completely his life had shifted.

He had not merely followed my advice. He had obliterated it in the best possible way. He had become a dedicated gym-junkie, swapping one unhealthy addiction for a better one. He had stopped drinking, alcohol and coffee both. He was eating a predominantly plant-based diet "because you look so healthy I wanted to try it," he told me, which made me laugh. And he was living openly, without apology, as himself, and was exuberantly happy.

Every single dimension of his life had changed. Physical, emotional, social. The man and the artist and the person he had always been underneath, finally the same person.

He kept crediting me. But the truth is, homœopathy turned a key for his physical and emotional life. He opened the door and walked through it. The remedy and the guidance created the conditions. What he did with them was entirely his own doing.

His case stands out for its sheer drama, but he is far from alone. I have case notes full of moments like this.

This is what homœopathy, at its best, makes possible; not just the relief of symptoms, but the return of a life. 🌿

14/04/2026

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭
Homœopathy Week continues; and so do the stories worth telling.

As I navigate some personal matters this week, I am grateful for the quiet moments that allow me to reach back into years of practice and share the cases that have stayed with me. The ones where the physical and the emotional were never really separate at all.

This one involves a very pale young man of twenty-three. He was impossible to miss when he walked in; very tall, well built, the kind of presence that fills a room before a word is spoken. And yet the moment he opened his mouth, something contradicted all of that. His voice, deep and resonant, trembled. In fact, his whole body trembled. I assumed nerves about the appointment and moved gently forward.

He still lived at home with his parents, which told me nothing on its own. But as the consultation unfolded, every second sentence carried the same refrain — "Mum says..." or "Dad says..." as though he needed their validation in everything he did.

His symptoms, when mapped, pointed clearly to a severe and debilitating case of IBS. His diet was the modern western standard of meat, potatoes, pies, biscuits, fizzy drinks, coffee, and not a glass of water to be found. His tongue carried the telltale white coating of candida. His irises showed the unmistakable markings of an enlarged, inflamed bowel. His vitals were otherwise surprisingly good; healthy blood pressure, good skin, solid muscle tone, except for a prominent abdominal swelling and softness that told its own story.

The missing piece came when he spoke about school. He had been severely bullied; for his size, and for his gentleness. That combination; the big boy who wouldn't fight back. That had settled into his nervous system and taken up residence in his solar plexus, the body's great nerve centre, manifesting as chronic digestive devastation and the kind of anxiety that vibrates through a person even when they are sitting still. So his lack of voice did not come from home, but from his peers and teachers.

He had stopped working and he was exploring disability payments. The trajectory, at that stage, pointed toward a young man who would remain at home indefinitely, in pain, without prospects, slowly disappearing.

I wanted to go carefully, so his treatment was deliberately simple:

Probiotics and slippery elm tea to begin rebuilding the gut-brain connection
My Osmosis remedy — formulated for exactly this kind of presentation
My Sero remedy - for candida
WA Bush Flower Essences for confidence, because the bowel would not heal while the boy inside it still believed he had nothing worth saying
Bicarbonate of soda morning and night to neutralise the acidity
All drinks replaced with water and herbal teas
introduce more plant based foods while reducing processed, meat and dairy

He was young, and I honestly wasn't certain he would follow through. So imagine my surprise when, just days later, his mother appeared at the clinic, not to complain or question, but to ask what she could cook for him and to purchase supplements. For him, for herself and his father. She became one of my patients not long after.

He returned for just one more follow-up appointment. I nearly didn't recognise him. The trembling was gone. He stood differently; easier in himself, more settled in his own skin. He had a tan and had returned to work. His irises had cleared to such a degree that the inflammation which had been so plainly visible was virtually undetectable. He looked at me and said, with complete simplicity: "I just don't have any pain any more.” This from a young man who had arrived on a cocktail of strong analgesia, nerve medication, and sleeping tablets.

I crossed paths with him again about three years later. He was with his fiancée. He introduced me with warmth and confidence, standing tall, no trace of the distended abdomen, none of the trembling, none of the shadow that had surrounded him when we first met. Just a young man, fully arrived in his own life.

The gut and the mind are not separate systems pretending to be connected. They are one system pretending to be two. Heal the acidity (inflammation) and the body finds less reason to be in revolt. Sometimes the most powerful thing you can offer a person is the belief that their body already knows how to heal; it simply needs the right conditions.

13/04/2026

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐦œ𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞?

I have shared this story many times and feel compelled to share it again during Homœopathy Week — because it may resonate with some of you.

If you have ever accepted my invitation to explore a full remedy listing in an online Materia Medica, you will know that symptoms span everything from the mind and senses through every system of the body, including emotions.

This is serious medicine. The question we homœopaths so often ask is: why reach for side-effect laden options with poison warnings when something gentle is worth trying first?

Clinically, personality rarely reveals itself in a consultation. No one volunteers that they are abusive, controlling, or seething with resentment and guilt. It is only when things reach crisis point; a violent incident, a su***de attempt, that anyone acknowledges something is deeply wrong. Mental and emotional health remains an afterthought. Usually a masked one.

One of the most memorable cases of my career involved a husband and wife. They insisted on being seen together; in fact, he insisted. Throughout the entire consultation his hand never left her body; her shoulder, her hand, her leg. Not tenderness but control. She sat cowered beside him, eyes downcast, dressed down while he was immaculately presented. He answered every question directed at her.

He moved with the entitlement of a man who had never once been challenged, the archetype of the domineering patriarch. Tanned, fit, and occupying every inch of the room. She was pale, soft, and folded into herself. "I am just a housewife." Just. I would wager that house was spotless, it had to be.

I was uncomfortable in a way I rarely am during a consultation. Every instinct told me to call it; refer them to a psychologist, or frankly, the police. But I held my ground. I made it quietly clear that she would answer her own questions. Each time he spoke for her I would raise my hand, hold his gaze, and ask her again. It could have gone very badly. That it didn't, I put down to finding just enough ground to stand on — even as a woman he had not expected to be redirected by.

This is precisely where homœopathy comes into its own. His iridology revealed heart lesions, so his remedy label focused on cardiac support. Hers revealed hormonal imbalance, so hers addressed that. But woven into both prescriptions were Bach and WA Bush Flower Essences; the branches of homœopathy that work most directly on emotional and psychological patterns. His formula addressed control. Hers addressed the erosion of courage.

I asked them to return in six weeks; partly to review, partly simply to check on them. And partly because I had no idea whether I had made any difference at all.

What walked through my door six weeks later stopped me in my tracks. She came in first. Glowing; and I mean that in every sense. She was dressed professionally, composed, and smiling. She had returned to work for the first time in twenty years of marriage. Her transformation was complete and entirely her own.

His was no less remarkable. The rigid, looming presence had gone. He walked in relaxed, leaned back in his chair, and spent most of the consultation simply watching her speak, with what I can only describe as quiet pride. His blood pressure had normalised. The chest pains had resolved. She had begun to release the weight she had been carrying, in every sense, and had joined a local gym.

My case notes are rich with emotional and psychological shifts that are not merely alongside the physical; they are woven through it. Who could say with certainty what had brought them to that original presentation?

Perhaps the chest pain and the pressure of a life he couldn't control had made him grasp harder at the one thing he could and even that may have begun as a tenderness. Perhaps watching him struggle, while she quietly raised their children, she had simply disappeared into herself.

I am not a psychologist. I make no claim to that expertise. But the transformation in front of me needed no clinical framework to understand. Homœopathy does not just treat the body. Sometimes it restores the person inside it.

It's Homœopathy Week. If you have ever been curious, let this be the nudge. 🌿

12/04/2026

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦œ𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭? One? Ten? Dozens? Hundreds? The answer might surprise you...

Every homœopathic remedy is developed through careful human trials called "provings" where test subjects ingest safe amounts of a substance and their responses are recorded in detail. Once diluted and energised, that remedy can treat the very symptoms it produces. Nature's own logic.

Take Aconite (monkshood/wolfsbane) — a known poison, yet one of homœopathy's most powerful healers. In homœopathic form it treats the very symptoms its poisoning would cause, including:

✦ Sudden, violent onset of illness
✦ Fear, delirium, restlessness, collapse
✦ Influenza
✦ Heavy, hot, bursting head & vertigo
✦ Red, inflamed eyes
✦ Earache
✦ Stopped up nose, sneezing, haemorrhage
✦ Hot face, red on one side
✦ Facial neuralgia & face pale on exertion
✦ Swollen coated tongue, inflamed gums, teeth sensitive to cold
✦ Red dry throat, swollen tonsils
✦ Vomiting blood, increased urination
✦ Colic & cholera
✦ Urinary retention with pain, hot painful urine
✦ Painful swollen testicles
✦ Congested ovaries, heavy periods with nosebleed
✦ Croup & shortness of breath
✦ Rapid heartbeat & palpitations
✦ Painful back, stiff neck
✦ Numbness and tingling in hands and feet
✦ Painful left arm
✦ Rheumatic & joint pain, weak joints
✦ Nightmares & insomnia
✦ Measles rash, crawling skin sensations
✦ Alternating cold and heat
✦ Symptoms worsened by heat
⚠️ Note: acidic fruits modify Aconite's actions so taking lemon drinks for example while especially the immune symptoms are present, enhance the benefits of Aconite remedies.

Catch symptoms early with Aconite and you can often stop them in their tracks before they fully develop. 🌱

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲

Every simplex (single remedy) has its own vast list of rubrics (proving symptoms) which makes up the full drug picture. Now imagine the reach of an entire homœopathic dispensary; a botikin of CO complexes combining multiples together. The healing potential is almost limitless. 🌿

Homœopathic students, long before we get to practice, must study and learn as many of these drug pictures (remedy portraits) as we possibly can. This helps us find our favourites (polycrests) and allows us to identify the patient’s picture or profile in order the choose the appropriate treatment. Over time it becomes second nature. And we never stop learning them.

Curious which remedy fits your symptoms? The remedy locator is at the top right of the home page.

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