I am what I think
Most of my predecessors have performed an autopsy of the human hand; they have dissected all the elements. One by one they have drawn up a complete inventory of all the symptoms without considering the overall context of the hand. For example, they are unanimous in saying that a long, curved heart line is a sign of idealism. Of course; but this assertion takes on different connotations depending on the type of hand. The effect could be devastating in a romantic dreamer, just as it could prove beneficial – by adding a touch of sensitivity and tenderness – to a pragmatic sensualist impatient to succeed.
Gather up the pieces of the puzzle
I am extremely grateful to them for their compilation work. But they have delivered a dismembered corpse – without life, without soul and with no overall picture of the puzzle to be pieced together. Like Isis who goes in search of the dismantled body parts of her husband Osiris that have been thrown into the Nile, I suggest that we gather up the pieces of the puzzle, composed of signs and contours, and give the hand back its soul in accordance with its program.
We are, in fact, not our hands. We are the vital energy that molds the shapes and electrifies the lines of our hands. “I am what I think,” to use a popular cliché in psychology, but in truth I am something more than my thoughts, something more than my emotions and something more than my actions. It is that something that lives within me and spurs me to become what I am at my essence. In the original Hebrew version of the Book of Job (Chapter 37, verse 7) we find these significant words: “God placed signs or seals in the hands of men, that all men might know their works.”
So I come into the world already formatted with an instruction manual in my hands. Buddhism also professes that human beings create their own destiny. But then, how do I know if I’m tapped into my true Self or to my ego that makes me seem appropriate when I am not? The varyingly coherent organization of the lines of my hands clearly indicates my degree of adherence to the great consciousness that creates and directs the entire universe. The morphology of the palm and fingers describes the mechanism by which the small consciousness that I am, limited by acquired and inherited beliefs, expresses itself and seeks to open itself up to the infinite forces of the cosmos.
Normality doesn’t exist
Within my palm lies dormant the seed of this universal consciousness; all it desires is to grow in order to accomplish its duty and fulfill its mission. The role that is assigned to us here on earth, saint or villain, is therefore an individual proposition based on the gifts, talents and motivations of each one of us. In France, we refer to someone who is very lazy as having a hair in his or her hand. In order to get this seed of consciousness to germinate, all we need is to pull up our sleeves and rub our hands together. To aspire to a better life and devote ourselves to it produces immediate and recognizable changes as much to the container as to the content of our hands. The shapes change and the electrical wiring in our palms unites into a continuous network of lines. We will study the evolution – which is not synonymous with improvement – of the consciousness in the form of the hand by examining its topography and climate, and not the evolution of the shape of the hand and the placement of the lines as measured against a norm described in all the treatises on palmistry as the ideal hand to achieve and possess at all costs, lest you be deemed “abnormal”!
Normality doesn’t exist. We will focus solely on the balance of opposing forces. All signs outside of the norm will be gathered to form a portrait of the being as a whole. This is the therapeutic goal of this innovative and rational holistic approach.
No two hands are alike. There are innumerable structures, but the source that brings them to life is the same. We are unique individuals, all condemned to play opposite one another on the stage of life, under the amused gaze of its director.