An artery is each of
the vessels that carry oxygenated blood (except
pulmonary arteries) from the heart to other parts of the body. They are born of
a ventricle; their walls are very strong and elastic.
Symbolically, the
function of the arteries is to bring the food (love) home (heart).
When any symptoms or
abnormalities in the arteries occurs, it means that we are experiencing a
conflict of devaluation. Something or someone limits us regarding things we
want to do and love to do.
Conflict: The person is
prepared to act, but does not take action.
"I have the energy
and desire, but no way to action".
"I'm closed to
love".
We pay attention to the
body area in which the arteries are damaged.
Carotid: "I lost
my intellectual territory".
"I must defend my
ideas".
"They have stolen
my ideas".
Artery close to the thyroid: Conflict
related to the possible loss of a territory that I urgently should resolve.
pulmonary arteries and
aorta: Conflict of loss away, distant territory.
"I lost a distant
territory".
"My territory is
scattered".
Coronary Arteries: Conflict
related to the loss of territory or its contents.
Biological conflict of
sexual frustration.
Aneurysms: They arise
after having passed through family conflicts that have caused great pain. An
aneurysm is the result of having been accumulating pities and not having
expressed a decision in time.
Most of the time this
decision is related to a conflict of rupture accompanied by a strong sense of
guilt. Whether for having thought, for having planned, imagined or achieved.
Therefore, behind a
symptom of aneurysm, it is an emotional conflict in which the individual has
felt helpless and/or guilty to his/her family. Fundamentally, it is a conflict
of intellectual type, because he/she does not know how to fix it and spends
time alone thinking about it.
"I want to leave
everything, but I cannot".
"I want to ask her
for a divorce, but it will destroy her".
"I want my son to
leave home, he is a big boy, but what will happen with him?".
"I want my mother
hell out of our house, what a bad son I am".
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