MIMULUS STORIES

Flower Essence Rainmaker & Fear of Known Things

by D U A N E L A W, L. A c. | ( 3 1 0 ) 4 9 8 – 2 7 7 7 

by DUANE LAW, L.Ac. | (310) 498-2777 

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f you look up the thumbnail definition of Mimulus’ pattern, it’ll give you some version of, “fear of known things.”

I’d extend that definition a little: “Fear of known things, aka poverty.”

Now, I have used Mimulus for the fear of known things, and the rage that’s often the face of fear.

But if I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard a Mimulus taker report the skies opening and raining pennies from heaven, I could buy the ranch.

OK … that’s a slight exaggeration.

Here some of the stories I have heard.

I can’t remember the first time I noticed that whenever I took Mimulus the phone would ring. It was a long time ago. In my line of work everyone always expects you to be happy: you’re the healer after all. It’s easy to conflate a healer’s emotional vibe with a quick sign of their competence.

At the same time … we’re always around people in crisis, working with always incomplete information with situations that can change rapidly with stakes that are high. The best healers tend to be highly sensitive persons – very intuitive, but learning how to process all that emotion isn’t always a part of our training.

So at some point I started noticing that whenever I took Mimulus … there’d be a noticeable jump in my patient flow.

Now … I didn’t immediately start using Bach flowers with any of my patients. I was in a stage where I was keeping that kind of thing to myself.

I’d had an unpleasant experience with them years before. But it’s not what you’d think.

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I was introduced to Bach flowers by a musician who lived in a yurt in the forest.

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I was introduced to Bach flowers by a musician who lived in a yurt in the forest.

I’d been introduced to the use of Bach flowers by a musician friend during a period of my wasted youth when I was living in far northern California.

This fellow lived in a yurt some art students had built for him in the forest behind the rural college where we’d both been in school.

He was off by himself in the trees. A long extension cord ran several hundred feet up a hillside to a house where the tenants had allowed him to plug in. He was living in one of the most efficient, organized and stylish tiny homes I’ve ever seen before or since.

This gentleman had the most impeccable manners; he was one of the most caring souls I’d ever met. He also had the best luck.

One day he revealed one of his secrets: Bach Flowers.

Years later, when I launched my acupuncture practice, I’d suggest Bach flowers from time to time if I thought someone’s condition had a strong emotional component.

But I had to stop after awhile. The same, frustrating thing kept happening.

I’d give someone flowers. They’d come back a week or so later, and say, “I don’t think these are doing anything for me. I don’t feel any changes.”

I’d pull out my notes from their first visit, and run their initial symptoms by them again.

“Do you still feel anxious in the evening?”

“Uhhh … no.”

“Are you still lying in bed at night unable to sleep and obsessing about ________________?”

“No, actually, my sleep’s been much better.”

“Well then … what do you mean when you say you haven’t felt any changes?”

” (silence) “

So I’d stopped prescribing them. Broke my heart, but … I just couldn’t seem to get across what they were doing.

I realized after awhile that what these patients had been trying to tell me was that they didn’t feel drugged, the way they did with a pharmaceutical like Paxil or Ambien.

And I just couldn’t keep trying to compete with that.

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The patients I’d given Bach flowers to apparently didn’t notice their effects … they didn’t feel drugged.

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The patients I’d given Bach flowers to apparently didn’t notice their effects … they didn’t feel drugged.

(The following anecdotes have been slightly altered to protect the identities of the individuals involved. The stories, however, are true.)

Fifteen years or so after I gave up trying to convince clients of the benefits of taking Bach flowers … I was called in to help control severe anxiety in a situation we encounter all too-often here in Los Angeles. A young man presented to me with insomnia, occasional chest pains, panic attacks … the kind of complaints that often respond quickly to the right amino acids, micronutrients, acupuncture and hands-on work, particularly at his age.

This fellow was an aspiring actor. He had the low-rent waiter job, he had the impatient midwest father who was tiring of helping him cover his bills while he chased his dreams, he had the agent who wouldn’t return his calls, he had audition after audition that went nowhere.

Two or three sessions seemed to take care of the situation … until a few months later, when the same complaints would return.

I was doing an acupressure neck release on him one sunny afternoon, when a thought hit me like a brick in the forehead: flower essences!

He seemed to have a lot of fear stemming from the financial insecurity in his life. So I gave him Mimulus.

Crickets. Didn’t hear from him for about a year … at which point he responded to one of my blast emails with this:

“Thanks so much for that last treatment, Duane. I haven’t been in touch because my symptoms never returned. And guess what!? About a week after I started taking the flowers … I got my first acting gig!

About a year after that episode … I got a call from one of my oldest friends one hot August afternoon.

This was a woman I’d known for decades, who’d been a patient on and off, and who had attempted to carve out a career in Hollywood as a director. She’d gotten tantalizingly close … but, perhaps in part because of her gender, had never made it into “the big time.”

Now she was approaching 60. She needed something else to do.

She’d decided to make a move into interior design. It was a lot like set design, in which she had decades of experience. She already knew personally a lot of upper-end Hollywood types. It seemed a slam dunk.

Except that it wasn’t.

So now she was on the phone to me asking what I could do to help her through the panic that was setting in.

I told her about my experience of Mimulus. I told her about the actor.

She said, “What’ve we got to lose?”

Within an hour she had the bach flowers in her hands … and within two weeks had her first client. It’s now ten years later at least … and while her new business has certainly ebbed and flowed (as is the case for all of us in business for ourselves) … she’s enjoyed more financial security than ever before.

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As I worked on him one sunny afternoon … it hit me.

Bach Flowers!

I’ve got lots more stories like these … but let’s skip to one of the best.

I’m on a number of facebook groups these days, several of them for acupuncturists.

One perennial subject of discussion: what to do when business is slow. My perennial suggestion: Mimulus.

One day I was headed out of the house to a business lunch with a colleague. This friend had taken over a very successful local clinic, whose founder had appeared on a widely distributed television show and whose practice had subsequently blown up (in a good way.)

As a result, the founder rarely appeared in the clinic anymore, and my friend had been tasked with keeping it going.

Just before dashing out of the house, I checked Facebook … and here was that eternal question again … what do we do when things slow down. So I answered in three words: “Mimulus Bach Flower.”

When I got to my lunch, my colleague confessed that things had also been slow in their practice … and so I suggested again, Mimulus.

About a week later, I got a call from the colleague. The story she told me went like this:

“I was at the health food store. I picked a bottle of Mimulus up off the shelf headed to the end of the aisle and hadn’t even made it to the checkout stand when my phone rang with a new client.”

So far so good. But what came next was even more astonishing.

About thirty minutes later, I got a Facebook private message from one of the acupuncturist members of the Group I’d suggested try Mimulus.

He wrote,

“I was at the health food store. I picked a bottle of Mimulus up off the shelf headed to the end of the aisle and hadn’t even made it to the checkout stand when I turned the corner and almost ran headlong into an old patient who told me, ‘Hey! I’m glad we bumped into each other. I’ve been thinking I need to see you soon. Got any openings?'”

Now … I realize this last story will strain belief. It’s the kind of thing that most reasonable people would say has to be experienced first-hand to be credible.

But that’s the thing about Bach Flowers (and the American flowers that have been identified and catalogued since.)

They increase synchronicity. They appear to accelerate the appearance of meaningful coincidences in one’s life.

The folks I gave flowers to thirty years ago didn’t get it. Things would change for them … but they simply didn’t notice the shifts until they were pointed out to them.

Today … that doesn’t seem so much to be the case. Just about everyone who takes flowers these days reports that they do indeed notice the changes.

And from that … I take a lot of encouragement. Something good is happening to us.

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