Awakened at Needle Point: A Shamanic Journey into Body-Mind-Spirit Wellness By John Jay Harper The search for new shamans has begun in earnest.~Margaret Wheatley, Ph.D., Harvard University, author ofLeadership and the New ScienceIntroduction It was late Friday afternoon February 26 th , 2010; a cold, snowy mid-winter day in the Pacific Northwest when an unresolved, incapacitating childhood conflict surfaced again. Indeed it was the source of symptoms, mental and physical, that had controlled my e ntire life story until now. These anxieties dogged me like a proverbial hound from hell and I began paying close attention to them. I knew my sanity depended upon comprehending these symptoms as signs and symbolsof my unconscious psyche, but I did not understand why they manifestedyet! The original catalyst for my crash and burn was the abandonment by my father in Seattle at age 5. He left my mother, Catherine, and my two bro thers, Ron and Steve, homeless and penniless, so he could hire on with a fishing fleet. His goal was to become the chief marine mechanic to keep them trolling for the deadliest catchin waters up and down the coas tlines of Alaska, Canada, Washington, Oregon, and California. I never saw him again un til I was 32-years old . In fact, as I shared in the Second Edition of my book, Tranceformers: Shamans of the 21 stCentury, my perceived reality since the 1950s was nothing but the symbolic cutting down of my family tree reenacted through me. And my heroic efforts to stop it from happening to those I loved, again and again and again. Clinically speaking, I was suffering from a borderline personality disorder known to psychotherapists as third degree emotional burns.In short, I felt a swarm of toxic emotions sting me that evening and reacted as a helpless child alone in the darknot an adult. I truly did not have a lifeyet, nor an authentic sense of selfthat was symptom-free and able to engage the world on its terms. But the scenario that led initially to nothing more than allergy headaches and sinus symptoms was Claritinclear enough. My beloved 20-year old granddaughter, Kathryne, who had been living with us for the past 3 years, w as embarking on her first solo cross-country road trip from Spokane, Washington to Jacksonville, North Carolina, and I was deathly afraidfor her safety. Katie was en route to Andrea, a girl friend she had known in Spokane since 14, to share a recently purchased home close to the Atlantic Ocean. Andrea was today a proud U.S. Marine stationed at Camp Lejeune, awai ting the return of her husband, high school sweetheart Joshua, likewise a combat soldier fighting the Taliban in Afghanistan until summer 2010. Specifically, I decided to drive our gas-miser Honda Civic in front of Katies car for the first one thousand miles of her four thousand mile journey to the East Coast, in a heartfelt albeit panic-stricken moment. I wanted to blaze the trail, so to speak, m ake certain she, and co-driver Jody, got safely through the snowy mountain passes in Idaho, Utah and then into the first city they planned to stop on Saturday
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Awakened at Needle Point: A Shamanic Journey into Body-Mind-Spirit Wellness
By John Jay Harper
The search for new shamans has begun in earnest.
~Margaret Wheatley, Ph.D., Harvard University, author of Leadership and the
New Science
Introduction
It was late Friday afternoon February 26th, 2010; a cold, snowy mid-winter day
in the Pacific Northwest when an unresolved, incapacitating childhood conflict surfaced again. Indeed it
was the source of symptoms, mental and physical, that had controlled my entire life story until now.
These anxieties dogged me like a proverbial hound from hell and I began paying close attention to them.
I knew my sanity depended upon comprehending these symptoms as signs and symbols of my
unconscious psyche, but I did not understand why they manifestedyet!
The original catalyst for my crash and burn was the abandonment by my father in Seattle at age 5. Heleft my mother, Catherine, and my two brothers, Ron and Steve, homeless and penniless, so he could
hire on with a fishing fleet. His goal was to become the chief marine mechanic to keep them trolling for
the deadliest catch in waters up and down the coastlines of Alaska, Canada, Washington, Oregon, and
California. I never saw him again until I was 32-years old.
In fact, as I shared in the Second Edition of my book, Tranceformers:
Shamans of the 21st
Century , my perceived reality since the 1950s was
nothing but the symbolic cutting down of my family tree reenacted through
me. And my heroic efforts to stop it from happening to those I loved, again
and again and again. Clinically speaking, I was suffering from a borderline
personality disorder known to psychotherapists as third degree emotionalburns. In short, I felt a swarm of toxic emotions sting me that evening and
reacted as a helpless child alone in the darknot an adult. I truly did not
have a life yet, nor an authentic sense of self that was symptom-free and
able to engage the world on its terms.
But the scenario that led initially to nothing more than allergy headaches and
sinus symptoms was Claritin clear enough. My beloved 20-year old granddaughter, Kathryne, who had
been living with us for the past 3 years, was embarking on her first solo cross-country road trip from
Spokane, Washington to Jacksonville, North Carolina, and I was deathly afraid for her safety. Katie was
en route to Andrea, a girlfriend she had known in Spokane since 14, to share a recently purchased home
close to the Atlantic Ocean. Andrea was today a proud U.S. Marine stationed at Camp Lejeune, awaiting
the return of her husband, high school sweetheart Joshua, likewise a combat soldier fighting the Taliban
in Afghanistan until summer 2010.
Specifically, I decided to drive our gas-miser Honda Civic in front of Katies car for the first one thousand
miles of her four thousand mile journey to the East Coast, in a heartfelt albeit panic-stricken moment. I
wanted to blaze the trail, so to speak, make certain she, and co-driver Jody, got safely through the
snowy mountain passes in Idaho, Utah and then into the first city they planned to stop on Saturday
afternoon: Las Vegas, Nevada. I even paid for a deluxe room-in-advance at the Luxor Hotel for my wife,
Connie, and myself before we departed Spokane confident this was a slam dunk mission possible.
However, my cock-eyed military veteran optimism overstretched my capacity to drive around-the-clock
anymore, as I did easily in my pre-retirement years. We never made it. For I collapsed from physical
exhaustion early Saturday morning while driving on Interstate 84 through Boise, Idaho, forced to exit the
freeway pulling into the Hampton Inn at approximately 3:30AM PST. Connie called Katies cell phone
and explained what had happened and wished her and Jody a fun weekend in Las Vegas, but without us.
We would rest a few hours, we said, and chart a new course back home via western Idaho, eastern
Oregon, and central Washington, avoiding the mountain passes crossed in the middle of the night.
With hindsight 20/20, I saw Id been literally travelling on sacred ground,
revisiting a segment of the East-to-West migration route from Scotland-to-
Virginia-to-California that was significant to my family ancestry. I recalled
my grandfather was born in Salt Lake City in 1890 and my great-
grandfather, Robert Harper, helped lay stones on The Mormon Temple.
Moreover, my father, in fact, was born in Eureka, Humboldt County,
California on April 6, 1928, but died at Las Vegas Medical Center onFebruary 25
th, 1991. Ironically, none of my fathers family became
members of any organized religion as far as I know but I bet they were
bona fide mystics! So my advice early on to my readers is pay special
attention to the meaningful coincidences sprinkled like Old World spices throughout this autobiography.
These, of course, are relevant to me and my life story ultimatelybut let me give you a hint upfront:
Your body is an open book too! Wake-up and follow the trail of breadcrumbsblood and bonesof
your own genealogy for there is meaning to everything in existence symbolically mapped by The World
Tree and The Cosmic Serpent in the Garden of Eden.
French scholar of religions Mircea Eliade, saw the trunk, conduit or tunnel, within The World Tree as the
gateway to the gods, and devils, declaring in his classic book Shamanism: Archaic Techniques of Ecstasy :The underworld, the center of the earth, and the gate of the sky are situated on the same axis, and in
past times it was by this axis that passage from one cosmic region to another was effected. The shaman
was a skilled person that could use altered states of consciousness and knowledge of the north-south
pole axis running through the center of the cosmos to soul travel. The Cosmic Serpent is nothing more,
or less, than our DNA macromolecule that is the human body made flesh.
Basically, you have to be brave, at least fearless enough to face these things that go bump in the night
and, hence, the need for so-called guardian angels and a supportive spiritual community would be nice.
Otherwise, it gets mighty scary! I also have had close encounters with the citizensand denizensof
hyperspace since childhood and methodically investigated mysticism and near-death experience (NDE)
visions of the End-Times for that reason. Ive spoken to millions on talk radio shows about my
conclusions since 1993. Today these themes are common cocktail party conversations among
psychiatrists, psychologists, philosophers, physicists, and theologians; so at least I am in good company.
They are themes to television series and movies too; so I no longer feel like a fish out of wateror crazy.
Clinical psychologist Wilson Van Dusen, Ph.D. (1923-2005), could do just that, soul travel, and worked
for many decades with the mentally ill in California state hospitals after serving during WWII in the U.S.
Merchant Marines. He had a remarkable life concluding that spirit possession can be the soul cause
of illness. And upon retirement, he wrote about his life as a mystic, sharing a lifetime of insights in many
medical literature in articles, books constantly for clues to my situation and read in Molecules of
Emotion: Why You Feel the Way You Feel the encouraging words of biochemist Candace Pert, Ph.D.:
Pain researchers all agree that the area called the periaqueductal gray, located around the aqueduct
between the third and fourth ventricles of the midbrain, is filled with opiate receptors, making it a
control area for pain. It is also loaded with receptors for virtually all the neuropeptides that have been
studied.
There was the key word I must investigate further I mused:neuropeptides. So began a major turning
point in my search for salvation from suffering, although understanding neuropeptides was not that
easy since they acted more as quantum ghosts in the brain, non-local fields of energy declared the late
Francis Schmidt of M.I.T. He called them information substances or messenger molecules. Dr. Pert
proclaimed This complexity has led to their being classified under a variety of categories, including
hormones, neurotransmitters, neuromodulators, growth factors, gut peptides, interleukins, cytokines,
chemokines, and growth-inhibiting factors.
Nonetheless, ideally, these information substances in balanced proportions give our human brain-
blood-bones a sense of wellbeing, bliss or euphoria that make life worth living in plain terms. But my
body quit making them, and my physicians prescribed the opiate-derivative equivalent drugs to themsuch as hydrocodone and oxycodone as I underwent a comprehensive diagnostic work-up to isolate the
problem over a 3-month period from June to August 2010. These tests included the cutting-edge in X-
Ray for the spine, laboratory analysis of blood and urine for general chemical health index baselines, as
well as cardiac enzyme function examination at Sacred Heart and then, the final straw that pushed me
into an urgent search mode for alternative treatments for pain, my MRI at Holy Family Hospital. The ER
physicians words were themselves a blunt force trauma: If you saw what I did, no anesthesiologist in
this town would touch you for surgery!
For now I had more diagnoses, prognoses, and fear factors than my beloved late grandmother, Mary
Evelyn Scott (1888-1977), would say Carter had liver pills! Yet these high-tech toys are our pride and
joy in the Western world, our electron microscopes and spaceship-shaped nuclear magnetic resonanceimaging capsules save lives every single day because we can see into the living brain-body-blood-bone
matrix non-invasively, but intervene surgically with razor-edge, laser-light precision if warranted.
Indeed, my wifes cousin in Kansas City has her husband, Bob Stevens, alive today because a
neurosurgeon was able to pinpoint a brain aneurysm earlier this year and repair it successfully. They call
Bob a miracle-man for he beat the odds but he is still seeking relief from one nagging problem: pain that
prevents sleep! In this same time period, Mona Klinger, a medical intuitive, vibration healer, Reiki
master, and shaman in Bend, Oregon came into my life just when I thought I could go on no longer. My
suffering reached cosmic-levels heretofore unimaginable and I could not cope with the pain or lifes
demands.
Often collapsing into a fetal position, I retreated to my back porch deck to curl up on my side to relieve
the unrelenting ache in my neck and pain in the bones of my skull. The cold concrete floor served as a
whole body ice pack in those early morning hours before the sun heated it anyway. Without a doubt,
however, there is One Great Spirit that listens to our pleas for intervention, and speaks to others to go
help us recover, and Mona was that earth angel God sent to my rescue. Through a synchronistic chat
on Facebook Mona sensed my situation resulting in her flying, and later driving, to Spokane to reorient
my focus from fear to faith, illness to wellness once again. She conducted not one but two 3-day
treatments a month apart for me and Connie, and she made all the difference in our world. From her
first session employing shamanic wisdom, it was clear that I was being spared to walk the talk of a
Although I desire to cut-to-the-chase, since we are according to the Mayan calendar running out-of-
time, and that seems to be truly Good News! Specifically, Jenkins shares a vision he experienced in an
isolation tank under the influence of LSD at age 19 in Chicago, not unlike the approach employed by
the late John Lily, M.D. in Hawaii to symbolically, telepathically communicate with dolphins. Briefly,
after Jenkins sensed he was under-the-influence of this psychedelic neurotransmitter-receiver
messenger molecule, lysergic acid diethylamide, he awoke within the dream we call physical reality.
He travelled to the farthest reaches of inner space by catapulting through outer space in blunt terms
and that was his ultimate conclusion and one that I wish to emphasize as extremely important to my
own thesis now: I also felt I had never left my body: I had, rather, explored the cosmic contents of it,
Jenkins revealed. Is this not the supreme revelation of Jesus Christ with respect to his Second Coming:
The Kingdom of Heaven is spread upon the face of the earth but men do not see it? (See
www.Update2012.com )
Futurist, educator, talk show host, and author Elaine Smitha made what seemed to many critics years
ago a startling statement in If You Make the Rules, How Come Youre Not Boss? : Perhaps junk DNA
contains all the secrets of the universe, including those unconscious potentials you have yet to discover.
Perhaps it is this DNA that allows you to travel without your body into starry realms. Maybe that is
where you go in your dreams. Quite possibly intuition, psychic powers, and remote viewing (non-localinformation gathering) fall into the realm of this amazing communication channel. Perhaps with a
relaxed mind, you can tap into the prime DNA alphabet soup for transport. Can amino acid therapy be
employed to help our junk DNA activate its contents in a safer setting? (See www.elainesmitha.com)
Then in like manner Andrew Collins, shared the ancient Greek Panspermia Theory seeds
everywherethat DNA came from outer space sources; for example, asteroids, comets, planets in The
Cygnus Mystery: Unlocking the Ancient Secret of Lifes Origins in the Cosmos. The shorthand translation
of his conclusions are that the star constellation in the sky seen as a swan (astronomically Cygnus X-3),
is the source of creation for us on earth. This was discerned through the use of trance states by shamans
in these early cultures as depicted in prehistoricthat is to say, before languagecave drawings and
myths. Yet what we need to know is that gamma-ray bursts (GRB) from this, and perhaps, other light-storing black holes within the Milky Way Galaxy, are mutating the amino acids-DNA-RNA protein
synthesis blueprint template that give us our form, fit and function into new configurations now. That is,
this radiation exposure is reworking the expression of genes throughout the animal kingdom signifying a
time of mass extinction of old, emergence of new species, yet all things considered rapid changes in the
climate, ecology and biosphere of the planet itself, referred biblically to as the manifestation of a new
heaven and a new earth. (See www.andrewcollins.com)
The Cosmic Serpent is the Human Body
Theoretical physicist Fritjof Capra, Ph.D. wrote in his epilogue to The Tao of
Physics: An Exploration of the Parallels between Modern Physics and Eastern
Mysticism, and I agree: Physicists do not need mysticism, and mystics do
not need physics, but humanity needs both. In fact, when under the
influence of LSD, Capra saw that molecules of matter could melt in front of
and behind his eyes. Beyond that revelation, I was truly stunned to learn
upon the death of Francis Crick (1916-2004) that he too had used
psychoactive compounds to unlock the door to the secrets of shamans that
we are beings of light. On Sunday, August 8, 2004 the London newspaper
The Mail ran this shocking banner headline: Nobel Prize genius Crick was
high on LSD when he discovered the secret of life. The text to follow read Crick had privately
admitted to colleagues that he was under the influence of LSD in 1953 at the moment when he
perceived the double helix shape and unraveled the structure of DNA.
And while all of these aforementioned skilled practitioners of the healing arts, sciences and religions
helped me cope to a certain extent, over the span of excruciatingly painful weeks that stretched into
agonizingly slow months I realized I was missing a critical key to opening the locked gates of hell to my
own wellbeing: Life force energy. In particular, I needed to increase my chI to repair the cell damage of
alcohol, aging, diet, and toxic emotions I sensed in order to restore the functioning of the
neurotransmitters, the message molecule carriers of the brain, heart, and central nervous system. I had
to glue Humpty-Dumpty back together again. Anthropologist Jeremy Narby, Ph.D. unpacked the genetic
secret to the DNA-RNA protein synthesis and neuron receptor site cycles of consciousness from his field
work with the shamans and plant teachers in the Amazonian rainforests, ecstatically reporting in The
Cosmic Serpent: DNA and the Origins of Knowledge:
"When I started reading the literature of molecular biology, I was stunned by certain
descriptions. Admittedly, I was on the lookout for anything unusual, as my investigation had led
me to consider that DNA and its cellular machinery truly were an extremely sophisticatedtechnology of cosmic origin. But as I pored over thousands of pages of biological texts, I
discovered a world of science fiction that seemed to confirm my hypothesis. Proteins and
enzymes were described as 'miniature robots,' ribosomes were 'molecular computers,' cells
were 'factories,' DNA itself was a 'text,' a 'program,' a 'language,' or 'data.' One only had to do a
literal reading of contemporary biology to reach shattering conclusions; yet most authors
display a total lack of astonishment and seem to consider that life is merely 'a normal
physiochemical phenomenon."
Dr. Narby concluded that the visions of spirits and serpents seen in trance was due to the emission of
botanical photons of light wave energyinformationtransmitted and received between DNA itself.
DNA seemingly is the axis mundi that shamans enter in trance. That a complex, sophisticated languageof life is constantly being broadcast between cells and the cosmos, both in the body and outside of it
throughout nature. Specifically, our brains are bags of hormones that will use whatever drugs we feed
them to stay alive as long as they can and chatting away with the environment. For instance, tobacco is
an equivalent neurological lock and key fit to acetylcholine, and hallucinogens DMT, LSD, and
psilocybin match serotonin.
Again, Dr. Pert, formerly a Research Professor in the
Department of Physiology and Biophysics at Georgetown
University Medical Center in Washington, D.C., wrote in
her aforementioned textbook on this topic: Ligands are
generally much smaller molecules than the receptors
they bind to, and they are divided into three chemical
types. The first type of ligand comprises the classical
neurotransmitters, which are small molecules with such
unwieldy names as acetylcholine, norepinephrine,
dopamine, histamine, glycine, GABA, and serotonin.
essence, we have to correct our faulty genetic memory or we are doomed to see it spread like a virus
through our family tree? Accordingly, drug addiction is indeed getting worse every single year in PTSD
breeding grounds: military families, inner city slums, and First Nations reservations. This is the siren song
warning that our children and grandchildren are at high-risk for self-destruction in untold numbers if we
do not intervene now, if not for any other reason than we are also a nutritionally-bankrupt nation? The
obesity we see is symptomatic of stress stored in belly fat and the high corn sugar-low exercise diets will
have only one long-term outcome for the Western world: degenerative diseases such as arthritis,
diabetes, hypertensionpremature pain, suffering, and deathwith its correlated runaway health care
costs for generations of taxpayers? I mean we can treat these disorders now and not pay the price later.
(See www.mellen-thomas.com)
So I asked myself: Can amino acid therapy rewire our genes towards not only optimal wellness and
personal happiness but world peace too? Is it that simple: Let food be our medicine in the way that the
father of medicine, Hippocrates, meant it? Its a visionary idea for certain and will require considerable
scrutiny if and when taken seriously enough to have federal government funds assigned to it. In the
meantime, Id reflect upon the meaning of the epigenetic medicine model findings of Dawson Church,
Ph.D. relayed recently in his book The Genie in Your Genes: The healing power of consciousness and
intention appears to be independent of time as well as space. Prayer seems to work retroactively as wellas across great distances. Perhaps the whimsical injunction is true: Its never too late to have a happy
childhood! (See www.soulmedicineinstitute.org)
Can we pray our self and world well too? This much I know from my observation: our brain is a terrible
thing to see waste away on junk food, drugs, and booze! Slowly I stitched the pieces of my addiction,
pain, and stress disorder together with the help of the staff assigned to me for that purpose: co-
counselors extraordinaire Steve Sewell, Steve Adams, and shamanic practitioner Marie Redfeather.
Though my life story is not unique, it is totally relevant to you my friends regarding how to heal from
childhood traumas, symptoms, employing specific steps I took along the way that I methodically,
painstakingly but also joyously, outlined in the Second Edition of my book, Tranceformers: Shamans of
the 21st
Century . Again, Daniel Pinchbeck speaks wisely beyond his tears: With his visions, his ability totransform energies, and his mastery of healing, Christ could be seen as a prototypical shaman.
Not surprisingly, every one of the lessons-learned on my own from decades of research, I saw
incorporated into the wellness model employed at Mind & Body Works. Therefore, amino acid therapy
is the key to survival in our efforts to offset the impact of climate changes and what near-death
researcher at the University of Connecticut, Professor of Psychology Emeritus Ken Ring, Ph.D., knowingly
called us to embrace two decades ago: the shamanizing of humanity! By the way, my two books are
also directly related to what is happening to people and planet today in era-2012: We are threatened
with extinction. As cell biologist Bruce Lipton, Ph.D. has said, Its the environment stupid! Our toxic
technology has turned our agricultural soils and drinking water sources into septic tanks and our
dysfunctional attitudes, behaviors, and lifestyles are eating away at our immune systems worldwide.
(See www.brucelipton.com and www.iands.org)
Thus I cannot emphasize enough the importance of shamanic tools and techniques for our day and age
for it is indeed the myths by which we live that determine our life story individually and collectively as
a civilization. What is it we want to experience, in other words? It could not be said more clearly and
forcefully than this prophet: As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he. (Proverbs 23:7)
Over the 10-day course of I.V. treatments with amino acid nutrients, what I
came to call Love Potion Number 9, I also had sessions with other
outstanding health care providers including Healing Touch with Linda
Marie Ambrose, as well as in the downtown Durango community. Namely
massage therapy at Amaya Natural Therapeutics, and acupuncture at
Animas Oriental Medicine clinic.
Macushla F. Hobin, L.Ac., MSTOM is a graduate of the Pacific College of
Oriental Medicine, San Diego, California and her expertise in clinical
diagnosis and needle placement really opened the doorchakras and meridiansto my healing. For the
first time in six months, I finally heard an assessment of my situation that made sense of the symptoms
that was a true mystery to me. Yet I agreed with her immediately, intellectually and intuitively, as to the
underlying cause-effect relationships: Sleep Deprivation. More so, I was told that my neck symptoms
presented itself in a way that was well-known to the classical oriental medicine model and therefore had
specific treatment protocols that could be followed to heal me now.
Beyond a doubt, I benefited once these blocked pathways were opened to the flow of life force
energychiagain through my spinal column vertebras and into the skulls sinus cavities. I felt the
instant relief from pain when she inserted needles into C7 vertebra that second session: these circuits
began to function as intended. That is, I was no longer grid-locked neurologically between my head and
heart in particular and the neurotransmitters could transmit messages full-circle in these circuits of
consciousness. My nerves quieted down and restored themselves to peaceful co-existence with the
natural rhythms of my lifestyle in the days and weeks ahead.
Marie Redfeather played a pivotal role in recovering and releasing early childhood trauma that I had
completely buried within my body. She is a First Nations, French-Canadian descent initiate of Peruvian
shamanism. Through her expertise, and sensitivity, to what was seeking to surface during our counselingsessions and ceremonies together, we rediscovered a series of medical crises that had crippled me
throughout my life. Specifically, I broke my leg in the 3rd grade and had to be transported for treatment
to Auburn General Hospital, Washington. This was in the days when a parent could not visit or stay at
will with a scared child, but to make matters even more terrifying in my case the ward nurses used
hypodermic needle injections to sedate mekeep me quietthroughout the night.
Moreover, during my days hooked-up to I.V. at Mind & Body Works, I flashbacked to several incidents
that involved doctors, nurses, syringes and I.V.s in Seattle. For examples, I had blocked memories of
Childrens Orthopedic and Virginia Mason Hospital clinic visits that had traumatized me severely in my
early teen years. Thus, we uncovered and brought to light how these disturbing incidents ultimately
steered my studies to psychology and theology in my totally subconscious efforts to continually work
through these fears as an adult much as psychiatrist Stan Grof, M.D. outlines happens in Psychology of
the Future: Lessons from Modern Consciousness Research. (See www.holotropic.com)
Needless to say, I was indeed awakened at needle point in Durango, Colorado! However, it was the
insights of the founder of Mind & Body Works that triggered a major catharsis during his first counseling
session with me. Steve Sewell patiently listened to my medical history: recitations of childhood and
alcohol abuse, military injuries and related psychophysical symptoms, allopathic and integrative
treatments, as he observed my body gestures, too. He then gently, nonchalantly offered this pearl of