You tell me that you will have to go to the dentist to renew your teeth. Do they hurt? I do not ask you. I think of my tooth that has been hurt as the dentist slip out with her boring machine and hit my tooth. It hurts now.

But I feel about dentists now the way I feel about doctors. I trusted the dentist but I have the feeling they broke more than that they healed. So now, I do not want to go to a dentist any more. The dentist that offered me to repair 7 teeth that a second and third opinion did not want to repair made clear to me that there are dentists who only are a dentist because they want to earn a lot of money.

They do not care about the health of the patient. They just find anything to be able to let you come again so they can let you or your insurance company a bill. Like the dentist who made a picture of my teeth. I had to come back the next week to be told I have the typical teeth of a smoker.

My answer was: “So I have to start smoking?” and I never went there again. She could have told me that right away, she had been looking at the picture, right after it was made. No, she wanted me to come back so her assistance could ask for my insurance card and put it through the machine so she could write a bill again.

Just for telling me I have those typical smoker teeth. She does not have any idea how complicated it might be for her customer to get to her practice. I do know how difficult it is for my patients to come to me so I go to them. My hurting tooth tells me that lots of people are thinking of me. They are trying to get in contact with me so I will do the work I am doing so they will get what they need: a proper treatment!

I did not have many patients the last years. I am too different. I have the intention to offer the patient the possibility to heal, without any expectations of earning a lot of money by that. I did not earn enough money these last years, so I applied for social money and I got it. This social money is accompanied by a lot of rules and one of the rules is that it is not allowed to leave the town one lives in. That rule is now the reason, that if I visit Noah in Wiesbaden, the boy that is in coma since 2 years, it costs me one of the 21 days I am allowed to leave the town I live in pro year or, if they are all used, it will cost me money.

That is because the treatments I give are not paid. If they would be paid and taxes would be paid, it would be called a training period and not be count as being-off-town days.

My intension to use the free time I have to do what is necessary and what will save the community a lot of money will cost me a lot of money if I still am dependent of the social money. So I keep quiet, do not do a thing but fall dead as we would say in Dutch and do not move my body.

I am not in town at the moment. I am in Wiesbaden, but my physical body is in Münstertal, the place where it lives. I do not live at a special place. To me the world is my town. My way of fleeing from EU insurances and those injustice social money rules is dreaming of going to Malaysia, this time walking.

I will surely not walk every kilometre. I like to tramp so I surely will do that too, but the idea to walk to Malaysia and get there and knowing I have been experiencing a lot and writing about it, makes that I seem to be able not to worry about those rules that are so injust.

The tramp needs to meet people that want to help him to come further on his way. The patient in coma is a tramp. He needs help to be able to move again and this help is not given yet. The treatments that are given now do not connect the patient to the earth or to the universe, what a walking trip to Malaysia would do.

Being outside and experiencing all the different weather qualities are a part of the hpi – treatment of patients in coma. If you want to know more about it can you follow an EDUCATION or COURSE.