Last weekend I attended an old friend’s wedding. Like the other weddings I’ve attended in the past few years (including mine), it was a blast. Nothing like the energy of a wedding and a reunion with old friends to shake things out of their normal rut.
A bit of a difference this time, though, one being that I’ve begun to see things differently thanks to what I’m learning in school. I used my friends as guinea pigs, testing my nascent pulse diagnosis skills on them. As I told them, I’ve barely just gotten over finding the different pulse positions and depths correctly, so I couldn’t tell them very much about themselves.
But here’s the thing: I could tell enough to be frightened. I’ve felt the pulses of a few dozen people by now, mostly in the days when I didn’t know anything yet; but I’ve felt enough to begin to sense a few qualities and form an impression of what they mean. So when I felt my friends’ radial arteries, I realized that I could sense something of their personalities, their character, a hint of their essential being, just by that simple touch. That mystery at the core of who each person is became a little bit less foggy. Read the full post
