The Year of Magical Dreaming

Don’t You Go Pointing Your Bone at Me

For as much as I’m intrigued by the placebo effect–I still can’t wait till Dr. Joe Dispenza’s new book You Are the Placebo gets to audio–the nocebo effect, although studied much more infrequently, is also fascinating.

As opposed to the placebo effect–an ingested inert substance that creates a positive (or negative) effect in the body–nocebo, on the other hand, is an ingested harmless substance that creates negative effects in the body.

The placebo effect has broadened in our lexicon to mean almost anything: a lucky rabbit foot, a magic crystal, a new shampoo, used with the intention of healing/solving a problem that works.


One might refer to the nocebo effect in an effort to explain the psychological and/or physiological response to things like curses, or voodoo deaths, like this poor guy:

In 1953, a dying Aborigine named Kinjika was flown from Arnhem Land in Australia’s Northern Territory to a hospital in Darwin. Tests revealed he had not been poisoned, injured, nor was he suffering from any sort of injury. Yet, the man was most definitely dying. After four days of agony spent in the hospital, Kinjika died on the fifth. It was said he died of bone pointing.

“Bone pointing” is a method of execution used by the Aborigines. It is said to leave no trace, and never fails to kill its victim. The bone used in this curse either made of either human, kangaroo, emu or even wood. The shape of the killing-bone, or kundela, varies from tribe to tribe. The lengths can be from six to nine inches. They look like a long needle. At the rounded end, a piece of hair is attached through the hole, and glued into place with a gummy resin from the spinifex bush. Before it can be used, the kundela is charged with a powerful psychic energy in a ritual that is kept secret from women and those who are not tribe members. To be effective, the ritual must be performed faultlessly. The bone is then given to the kurdaitcha, who are the tribe’s ritual killers. -Wikipedia ex.

This, my friend, is why I don’t mess with Ouija (aka “weegie”) boards.

I’m actually slightly nervous that I just Googled how to spell it; don’t think I won’t clear my cache;)

The whole point of all this bone pointing talk is to remind you just how powerful your frickin beliefs are. In-sane.¬†AND … the awesome and amazing thing–that we are grown-ass people, fully in charge of our own beliefs.

The first and very important trick. Stop running on auto-pilot so that you might notice what your beliefs actually are.

Secondly, question those beliefs. Are they serving you? Have you subconsciously accepted someone else’s sucky beliefs as your own?

Most likely you answered: Not always. And, affirmative.

Good. You’ve passed so far;)

Next thing is to rewire those bad-to-the-bone (sorry, I couldn’t help it) beliefs.

There’s only one teeny tiny problem. Your body has all those beliefs internally hard-wired.

Imagine you drive one way to work everyday for 30 years and one day someone comes along and points out a significant short cut, so much so that you’d be crazy to continue going the old route. For the first couple of weeks it will prove difficult to undo the old habit, perhaps you even mistakenly go the long way a few times without even thinking.

This is your brain and the cellular tracks it lays in the body for memory. Certain triggers/situations will ignite specific beliefs which, in turn, will prompt specific reactions/emotions. BOOM! Totally automatic.

Dr. Dispenza wrote all about this in Breaking the Habit of Being Yourself.

The life-hack to rewiring our brain then is catching our body in the act. As the triggers hit, lean away from old habits, while focusing on new beliefs.

Soon you will have laid new tracks and your body’s auto-pilot will be more in alignment with your highest conscious beliefs–smooth sailing sunshine!

I leave you with this: Don’t you dare let someone point their bone at you. If you get caught in a jam, however, try that oldie but goodie: “I’m rubber you’re glue, whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you! Sucker!”


Much Love,