BodyBalance Well-Being and Massage

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11/05/2025

Love is a commitment to be for the highest good of all.

📚 Story Time: Love is the bridge between you
and everything.

"Once in a village, a woman saw three old Men sitting outside her house. They were sitting there for quite a while.

The woman went outside and said, "I saw that you were sitting here for long, you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."

One Man asked, "Is the man of the house at home?"

The woman replied,"No."

The men replied, "then, we cannot come in."

The woman went inside. In the evening when her husband came, she told him about the people sitting outside and all that had happened.

The husband told his wife to go and ask those Men to come in and have some food.

The woman went out and said, "My husband is home. He is inviting you all. Please come inside and have food."

They replied, "We do not go inside a house together."

The woman questioned, "Why?"

Then one of those old Men explained.
Pointing to one of his friends, he said:

"His name is Wealth. If he goes with you, your home will be filled with wealth always."

Then pointing to another old Man he said:
"He is Success. If he goes with you, you will always be successful in any endeavor you start."

He then introduced himself as "Love:"
"If I go with you, then your home will be filled with love always."

Then he said,"Now, you go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."

The woman went inside and told her husband about what the old Man said.

Her husband was overjoyed hearing about it and said, "Let’s invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth."

The wife disagreed and said, "Why don’t we invite Success?"

Their daughter-in-law was listening to this. She came to them and suggested, "wouldn’t it be better if we invite Love in our home? Then our home will be filled with love forever."

The husband and wife agreed to this advice.
The woman again went outside and asked,

"Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be
our guest."

Love got up and started walking toward the house. Just then the other two also got up and started following him.

The woman asked,
"You said that not all can come together?
I invited only Love. Why are you all coming in?"

The old Men replied, "If you had invited Wealth or Success then the other two would have stayed outside, but since you invite Love, wherever he goes, we go with him."

Wherever there is Love, Wealth and Success will follow."

♥️ Sufi Story

11/05/2025

We’re partnering with Body Balance Wellbeing and Massage to bring you a craft your own essential oils night! For $30 a ticket, you’ll be able to craft your own Dōtera Oil, get a regular sized drink and charcuterie! ☕️🧀 But remember: the sign-up and payment deadline is November 14th at 6 pm, no exceptions! Spots are limited so bring cash or Venmo us ASAP! ⏱️ We look forward to seeing you there! 🌞✨

11/05/2025

We silence what was rejected.
We perform what was rewarded.
We trade authenticity for attachment.

This is the first fracture.
And it echoes for decades.

11/05/2025

"Through You"

11/05/2025

11/05/2025

Question everything ✨

The doctors told her the glow in her bones was "healthy energy."
By the time she could no longer walk, her jawbone was crumbling in her hands.

The photograph from 1963 shows a well-dressed woman reclining in a medical chair, two doctors in pristine white coats standing over her. A massive X-ray machine—the size of a car engine—hovers inches from her throat, aimed directly at her thyroid. She looks calm. The doctors look confident. The room looks sterile and professional.

No one is wearing protection.
Not the patient. Not the doctors. Not even a lead apron in sight.
Because in the 1960s, radiation wasn't feared—it was celebrated.
This wasn't ignorance. This was the height of modern medicine. X-rays were miraculous. They let doctors see inside the human body without cutting it open. They were fast, efficient, and—everyone believed—perfectly safe.

So safe that department stores installed X-ray machines to measure children's feet for shoes. Mothers would bring their kids in weekly, watching their tiny foot bones glow on the screen while salesmen found the "perfect fit."

So safe that dermatologists aimed radiation beams at teenagers' faces to "cure" acne, delivering doses we now know were catastrophically high.

So safe that companies bottled drinks laced with radium—a radioactive element—and marketed them as "energy tonics." Athletes drank them. Socialites swore by them. One brand was called "Radithor." The slogan? "Perpetual Sunshine."

The man who drank it religiously, Eben Byers, died in 1932. When they exhumed his body years later, it was still radioactive. His bones had disintegrated. His skull had holes in it.

But by the 1960s, that was old news. Medicine had moved on. X-rays were routine. Radiation was modern. Progress meant pushing forward, not looking back.

The woman in that photograph—whoever she was—probably went home that day feeling grateful for advanced medical care. The doctors probably filed their report and moved on to the next patient. The X-ray machine was likely used dozens more times that week.

None of them knew.
They didn't know that radiation accumulates. That every exposure adds up. That the thyroid—that butterfly-shaped gland in the throat where the machine was aimed—is exquisitely sensitive to radiation damage. That years later, thyroid cancer rates would spike. That the doctors themselves, standing unprotected session after session, would develop leukemia and die young.

They didn't know because no one had done the long-term studies. No one had tracked the patients. No one had asked the uncomfortable questions, because asking meant slowing down, and slowing down meant falling behind.

Progress was the priority. Caution was for the timid. It took decades—and thousands of victims—before medicine finally confronted the cost of its overconfidence.

In the 1970s and 80s, regulations changed. Lead aprons became mandatory. Exposure limits were established. Radiologists started working behind protective barriers. Dental X-rays went from annual to as-needed. The industry that had once treated radiation like magic finally admitted it was poison.

But the reckoning came too late for the generation in that photograph.

Too late for the women who had radiation beamed at their thyroids and later developed cancer.

Too late for the factory workers who painted radium on watch dials and died with their bones glowing in the dark.

Too late for the children whose feet were X-rayed every time their mothers bought them shoes.

The photograph haunts us now because we know what they didn't. We see the danger they couldn't. We understand that the doctors in their clean white coats and confident postures were, unknowingly, harming the very people they meant to heal.
But here's the harder truth: we're still doing this.

Right now, there are medical procedures we consider routine that future generations will look back on with horror. Technologies we trust that haven't been studied long enough. Chemicals we use liberally because the consequences won't show up for decades.
We just don't know which ones yet.

The woman in that 1963 photograph believed in modern medicine. The doctors believed in their training. Everyone in that room believed they were doing the right thing.

And they were wrong.
Not because they were careless, but because they confused innovation with wisdom. They mistook novelty for safety. They believed that moving fast mattered more than moving carefully.

The history of medicine is not just a story of breakthroughs. It's a story of bodies—real human bodies—used as experiments in the name of progress. It's a ledger of invisible victims whose suffering taught us what we should have learned another way.

That photograph isn't just history.
It's a warning.

The doctors looked confident. The machine looked advanced. The woman looked safe.

None of it was true.
And somewhere, right now, in a sterile room with modern equipment and well-meaning professionals, someone is receiving a treatment that future generations will see as barbaric.
We just don't know it yet.