A major cause of nerve pain, neuropathy and some of the weirdest problems like damaged hearing, sudden temporary blindness, and various other sensory organ malfunction that do not seem to respond to the usual herbs that support brain function, can be helped by this wonder herb.
Southernwood, or Southern Wormwood or Artimisia Abrotanum, relieves the static electricity that keeps nerve endings clinging or resisting contact with the other nerve endings because of being in a state of suspended animation.
HOW it does this I do not know. But that it does it, I do know.
I’m writing this article because of this amazing ability of this herb that for me sets it apart from the other Artimisia plants – which are nothing but sheer magic. For example Artimisia Vulgaris or Mugwort is such a powerful nervine. World over there are people who take it to help with remembering dreams, recover from nervous draining, get strength to face an ordeal.
Artimisia Absinthium or Wormwood, from which the very popular but infamous drink absinthe is made, is a powerful medicine in its own right. I haven’t tried it myself – the drink ie. but I have made tincture out of the plant and found it having so many benefits that it is now permanently on my kitchen counter top. You know I cannot have ALL my herbs there, only a few of the ones I use all the time. My wormwood tincture in Apple Cider Vinegar is what I have a swig of at the first sign of any problem that I’m too busy in the moment to go find the exact remedy for just then.
That’s because you don’t always need a particular herb for a particular problem. All you need is a little support to get the body’s own self healing intelligence into action.
See, the subconscious brain – that I have found isn’t just located IN the brain but all over the body in the energy field, it has all the information we inherited from our ancestors, and wisdom beyond that which our conscious brain can carry or remember.
I don’t believe it’s quite possible for someone to have in their conscious brain ALL the information they could need in their life. So God made the subconscious brain. Not only do we have our own repository of inherited wisdom in us, we also have connections from their to all our soul group and the spirit of life of the entire universe.
If you think I’m spewing nonsense, you’re quite wrong. The ability of the subconscious brain to tap into what is called ‘scientifically’ ‘the universal brain’ has been well documented and only those who haven’t managed to get a glimpse of that, dismiss it.
However, you ask someone who survived something the doctors said they would not survive, you ask someone who was disabled or disadvantaged and overcame that; who had to think outside the box to find solutions, and they’ll tell you:
Hell yeah, there is something beyond the conscious mind that I tapped into. Call it what you like.
For me, in my life, I have had to DEPEND on my subconscious brain as in the usual way of things I never had a chance.
I can tell you straight off, while there are methods like prayer and meditation to bring one in contact with their higher intelligence, herbs ARE angels, and you don’t have to sit in one position with your eyes closed to be helped by them.
There are several herbs that help the conscious brain connect up with the subconscious brain. Datura is one of my favorites as are Larkspur, Brugmansia, all the Lilies, Myrtle and Cannabis Sativa.
Each one deserves an article on it’s own but this one’s about one of my super super favorites right now, Artimisia Abrotanum or Southernwood. Not a very romantic name I know. You’d think they’d have found a romantic name for this pretty herb. But check out the names they have for it.
Being as perceptive and attuned to the universe as I am, especially after about 48 hours on the tincture of “Our Lord’s Wood, Maid’s Ruin” every 3 hours, I can confirm one more time that if ever a herb relaxed the nerve endings in the body so they began to pass messages properly, and if ever a herb removed the static energy and ‘cloudiness’ that makes one unable to face their subconscious being, it’s this one.
Let me give you an historical example of how this angel works.
There was this guy from somewhere in the USA back in the day when most normal people crossed the pond in a boat. He was Irish and American and knew very little of other languages. Back then the US did not have the Spanish speaking population it has today and people couldn’t just go a place in their neighborhood and attend classes and learn a language of their choice.
So this man who had been speaking nothing but English all his life, found himself on a ship at a little port in Spain. No one thought there’d be call for him to do anything but enjoy the sights (and there were SIGHTS to be seen back then you know) and have some fun and get back on the ship.
But there was a problem, a big problem with the ship and it so happened that it fell upon our hero to go ashore immediately with two other ‘helps’ who both did not know anything but English, and purchase rope – the kind they used in ships, which is not available all that easily.
So there he was in this port, not knowing a word of Spanish and they had to go find rope – a specific kind of rope. It was seven in the evening and no one in the port was in the mood for work and very few were even sober.
At 8, they managed to find a half open half closed market. They had nothing but hell asking for directions to a place selling ropes. They had to do dumb charade stuff, imitating ropes, tying imaginary knots with their hands, pretending to be climbing up the sides of a ship with a rope and so on.
A small crowd gathered, who thought they were being funny to entertain them and began dropping coins into a little heap nearby.
And then, someone from a shop nearby came out and gave them a drink. He pointed to a shrub growing at the entrance of his shop to indicate the wine had been made from that plant. This plant was traditionally planted at entrances because of the fragrance it releases and its beautiful energy. They knew it as ‘Lad’s Love’. The Irish do recognize a plant that’ll make good liquor even if they don’t ever think about plants at any other time.
Feeling totally helpless, our hero and his sidekicks had the drink which was bitter as hell, which men seem to love.
A few minutes later, our hero had a moment of sublime revelation. He saw Mother Mary (remember he was Irish and Mother Mary always appears to drunk Irishmen, because she is who is with us in our time of need), AND Mother Mary chills out in Spain a lot, and he saw Mother Mary standing at the bell tower of the church that was about twenty meters up from them overlooking the little market.
Led by his vision, our hero managed to clamber up the slight incline to the church. he was cheered and followed by the crowd who thought something even funnier than the previous performance was going to ensue. (God, the days before cable tv.)
There he followed his vision to exactly where Mother Mary was standing and lo and behold he was in the bell tower, and lo and behold, what was hanging in front of him was a large thick rope, exactly what he and his side-kicks were looking for at that late hour so desperately.
He then managed to do more of the dumb charades thing, now using the rope for reference, and one thing led to another and the Spaniards figured out he wanted rope for his ship.
Now I’m not saying Mother Mary will appear to you if you get drunk on tincture or wine of “Our Lord’s Wood, Maid’s Ruin” but that it will open your perception and help you find a way in the maze of your life, at least show you the next stop. I think that can be expected without even being optimistic.
You have no idea (or maybe you do) of the sort of relief you can get from tension in the nerve endings – suddenly you can perceive so very much more.
You have to try it to believe it.
The next time you’re facing a rock wall and can’t seem to figure a way out, try a drop of tincture of Artimisia Abrotanum. You’ll see what I’m talking about.