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Evening Standard (July 03)
Colonic irrigation – with
no tubes
One approaches any treatment that promises the effects
of a colonic irrigation with some trepidation, even if, in the
case of Chi Nei T’sang, this is done simply by abdominal
massage, rather than the usual way, with hosepipes.
So it is a relief to find that Rob Williamson is
an easy-going friendly sort of practitioner, not some scary character
intent on wringing one’s internal organs into submission.
Rob’s training in “combined oriental medicine”
includes spells in China, and he has a range of techniques, from
yoga to acupuncture, at his disposal, so the treatment isn’t
just massage.
Rob started with a bell-button reading (it was pointing
the wrong way, but he soon put it right) and moved on with a little
kinesiology to identify the weak areas in the body.
This involved me holding up an arm or a leg while
he tried to push it down; I’ve always thought this is a
load of rubbish, but sometimes the limbs collapsed and sometimes
they stayed firm, which I can’t begin to explain. The massage
itself isn’t exactly painful, just … interesting.
Thanks to a stomach bug, I hadn’t eaten for 36 hours beforehand,
but there was still some contented gurgling.
Rob prodded my stomach gently in a Union-Jack pattern
starting from the belly button, working to clear the small intestine,
the large intestine, and then “realigning” other organs
massaging my sides. He finished with some cranial work and shiatsu
techniques to counteract my teeth-grinding habit, and I left deeply
relaxed, but rather emotional. I’m now waiting for the fireworks.
Alice Hart-Davies
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