Anton is not quite awake yet as he steps out of his chamber deep inside the body. Voices overlap, hurried steps echo through the passages, shields clash. He blinks, looks around – and everywhere there is turmoil.

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A group rushes to the joints. “Rheumatoid arthritis! Attack!” they cry. Although nothing can be seen, they strike so fiercely that the joints swell, become inflamed, every step aches.
 

At the throat the next troop gathers. “Hashimoto’s thyroiditis! Danger at the thyroid!” They stir up the hormones, energy drops, mood shifts, weight fluctuates.

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Others move into the nerve pathways. “Multiple sclerosis! Attack on the network!” they shout. They tear at the connections, disrupt the signals, movements lose their certainty, numbness spreads, exhaustion takes over the body.
 

Still others press into the skin layers. “Psoriasis! Invaders are coming!” They expect the worst, yet no intruder appears. What remains are redness, burning, scaling – the skin cries out its overload.

From afar a large host sweeps through the body. “Lupus erythematosus! Secure everything!” they call. Everywhere – in skin, joints, even in the organs – unrest spreads. A multitude of attacks that robs the body of its orientation.
 

In the abdominal space the guards stomp as if they had discovered an enemy. “Crohn’s disease! Ulcerative colitis!” resounds. Their steps irritate the mucous membranes, cramps arise, diarrhea follows, inner unrest grows stronger.
 

Anton runs from group to group. He searches for the cause but finds nothing. Only a tiny golden drop of honey, caught in a fine crack beneath a dirty fingernail. A drop – small, harmless – and yet the reason for all this uproar.
 

“Stop!” Anton shouts. “There is no enemy!” But no one listens. The few who notice him do not believe him. Exhausted, he stands still. Anton needs help.

Then a new space opens. Quiet, clear, bright. A table where a pile of shields has been laid aside invites Anton to tell the story. He has entered a place where voices are heard, where order can return: the Healing Atelier for Pain Management & Healing Impulses.

Here Anton is heard. In talk therapy trust begins to grow, panic can soften. With frequency energy impulses are set that reach each warrior and bring them to reflection. The shouts lose their sharpness, movements slow down, faces relax. Joints calm, hormones find rhythm, the skin breathes, organs settle, the belly comes to rest.

One by one the guardians lay down their weapons. They remember what they are meant for: to protect, to guard, to keep balance. The body regains its orientation, step by step.

Perhaps your cells also tell old stories that have become too loud. In the Healing Workshop I accompany you in bringing these voices into order and into a carrying silence.

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Invitation

All these conditions speak in their own language – and yet what unites them is the search for order. Autoimmune diseases carry not only burden but also the possibility of new balance.

I invite you to walk this path with awareness. In my accompaniment a space opens where your system finds relief, nerve pain can transform, and healing becomes tangible in small steps. Which of the three pillars is your access point – you will feel that best with your own intuition.