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Connecting the Dots

The Chinese Meridian System
Monika Waraxa
time 7 minutes

Traditional Chinese medicine views the human body, soul and mind as a unity, and endeavours to keep them in harmony. The key to ensuring the proper functioning of this holistically understood system is the control of meridians – a network of channels through which the vital energy, called qi, flows. Working with this energy map of the human body enables us to make whole again what has been broken apart.

The Yellow Emperor went wandering

To the north of the Red Water

To the Kwan Lun mountain. He looked around

Over the edge of the world. On the way home

He lost his night-colored pearl.

He sent out Science to seek his pearl, and got


He sent Analysis to look for his pearl, and got


He sent out Logic to look for his pearl, and got


Then he asked Nothingness, and Nothingness

had it!

The Yellow Emperor said:

“Strange indeed: Nothingness

Who was not sent

Who did no work to find it

Had the


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