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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