all-about- age and *HEALTHY-WEALTHY-WISE*

They say, sometimes: the older the crazier he/she gets. This is true sometimes, particularly if an aging Casanova subconsciously is facing what HE desperately wished is not happening, yet knows very well is happening and that HE cannot escape it.

Notice that I am talking about *a HE* creature, someone of the male persuasion, of the male species.

Often, accustomed to a certain *civilized* way of life in our 20th and 21st Century, the way the *developed* countries are these days, such a male keeps it all EXTREMELY WELL HIDDEN (how he really feels).

I said something of this nature to a woman whose spouse I feel I know quite well, who gave at least me the impression that there was a lot going on IN HIS PSYCHE indicating to me that he is going through something as described in the 1st paragraph.

She appeared surprised. I changed the subject definitely not wishing to have anything to do with whatever is going on in their married life, so I asked her how she was doing. Also that I meant well and sincerely.
I listened for a while, asked her what medication she was taking these days and mentioned that she herself would be able to do a lot in order to FEEL A LOT BETTER!!

The fear I mentioned, the fear that it might happen, or start again. Yes she agreed, in such a way that I knew I had a *bull's eye*, meanwhile knowing very well how FEAR can make you lose *everything*.

Many years ago when I visited The Netherlands, where I was born and spent the first 50 years of my life, I made and appointment with *the mentor* of my coach Advanced Applied Kinesiology. When I was studying Advanced Applied Kinesiology, this coach spoke so highly of her mentor that I made a mental note that one day I would visit him and have him test me through.

The mental note I made in 1989, the visits (2) occurred in June/July 2001, 12 years later.
I am mentioning this only because whilst writing this, and about an aging Casanova, the A.A.K. expert briefed me on some useful things, showed me some recent books he liked, and one of them was: *EROS ON CRUTCHES*.

I smiled at the time, thinking about *EROS* - the dear boy, whom I knew very well you see, but not about the aging Casanova in this blog.
The A.K.K. expert looked at me questioningly - oh, I said, too long a story, and I am here only for a check-up. He nodded and we continued the introductory conversation that he had started and which was mainly focussed on my life.

I did not mind talking about it, but time being of the essence, it was getting *late*. Well - he began closing the talk: if you still want to be tested, we have to do it NOW. Great I said, after all dear (A.K.K. expert).... that in fact is precisely why I made this appointment with you, why I travelled *all the way* to your village - whilst in The Netherlands, so lets get on with it.

As he got up and I walked over to the therapy table, in the passing so-to-say, he said something that did and did not surprise me, however I just had not thought about it in such a way: Willy - your ex-husband is a PSYCHOPATH !!

That was his conclusion after having *extracted* information from me, just by asking me questions and with me replying honestly, and to the best of my ability. Good grief, I exclaimed, really? I would honestly never have come up with that *damning* label myself, but I ACCEPTED the therapist's words - fully.

I did not enter into a discussion about why, how, what, the extensive information I did supply made him come up with the description of PSYCHOPATH.

The A.A.K. test, which I had come for was briefer than I had wished for and just before I returned to Turkey I had another follow-up test (only). On the spot the therapist prepared a *vibrational* potion the first time and the second and last time he tested me he prepared a follow-up tincture, based on how he found me *energetically* then.

I paid for the sessions, thanked him, and I felt extremely BLESSED that I had had the opportunity to be tested by this A.K.K. expert. Later while still in The Netherlands I mentioned my visit to the married couple I talk about in this blog, saying that I thought very highly of the therapist, recommending him warmly.
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In the hands of such a healer, under his guidance and supervision, I am convinced, everyone who really wants to feel better, improve his/her health is SUCCESFULL achieving POSITIVE RESULTS.

Unfortunately people like our aging Casanova and his spouse are not the kind of folks interested, yet they would benefit tremendously should they opt for such assistance towards FEELING BETTER.
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FEAR is a suicidal partner, FEAR is a terrible UGLY husband or wife, FEAR does *not support* any I AM IN LOVE *software*, FEAR *disables* the mechanism(s) and abilities TO LOVE,
and medication prescribed by the *ALLOPATHIC healthcare industry*, for instance surpressing fear, keeping BI-POLAR illness under control, cause a person SWALLOWING those pills to
*develope* a personality, basically *alien* to their original *self*.

The result of my continuous awarenesses based on my observations and meanwhile 20 years experience as a HEALTH COACH* do not make me feel any better because *THEY*(others)are not doing anything to improve their own health and wellness.

That I feel *rotten* is really not that important, but that people I care about are not *prepared* to take matters in their own hands, and for instance start investigating everything about their own health or ill-health still SHOCKS me.
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I did mention to the woman whose husband I labelled as the aging Casanova that I would be able to give her a few usefull tips and techniques WITHOUT her discarding her *trusted* medication prescribed by a psychiater.

If you are interested in working on yourself, improving your own feelings of well-being, let me know I said. I am not about to do anything if someone is not fully committed, and of course sees me as someone who might be able to *assist*.

She said that she would call me *next week* into which we are now. I did not say *do not*, I would be pleasantly surprised if indeed she would do that, but do not expect it.
It would actually be a very important decision which could influence her life in a very positive way, but again I do not expect her to do so, to have to COURAGE to make that choice.

For today - not having written for a while: that is it. A short *essay* about The Aging Casanova
and his Manic Depressed spouse.

P.S. Someone might say: and therefore I am saying it: no wonder!! When your husband is a Casanova, when your wife is under the influence of medication for Manic Depressiveness - a case of THE CHICKEN OR THE EGG - i.e. who evokes what in whom.

*HAPPILY MARRIED* for decades one *escapes* into being a Casanova, the other into a serious MENTAL disorder is what crossed my mind - and automatically I felt sorry for both of them. They, on the other hand, accustomed to carrying their own brimming briefcases of well-known stuff, do not want to either empty them, or buy themselves a nice new 100% clean one.

I learned the latter already 30 years ago. Not that I was so courageous to do what would really have been best for me then. Oh no - in fact I was STUPID enough to return to what I already had left: the aging Casanova - the impotent Psychopath continuously threatening me with ending his life (if I did not...do...or stop...whatever it was he considered not in his own interest).

Nobody knows better than I know now how it is to live with men, all of them Casanova's, and all of them Psychopaths too. I know that it sounds awful, but unfortunately I did research the subject intensively whilst at the same time gathering all practical experience possible.

Willy.