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my aunts was a naturopathy freak. I told her many times, "You will simply kill yourself doing these stupid things." And that's what happened. She was perfectly okay, but the naturopath goes on finding something wrong. And if you search you will find; the body is a complex phenomenon. Just a slight headache, and that's enough to go on a fast; you are just feeling tired, that's enough to take an enema. Anything... and you know what to do because you go on reading. Books are available with simple treatments, and there are not many of them, so every patient becomes a doctor in naturopathy. Just any small book you can read, and that's all, it is not much.
I told her again and again -- I was living with her for four years, and I was preventing her in every possible way. I would throw out her enemas, and throw away her bath tub -- she had many sizes... sitz bath, and I don't know what. She had such a collection of strange instruments, and I would simply throw them out. The moment I found anything I would throw it away. And she was continually putting mud packs on her stomach, on her head, on her back. I said,' What is going on? Continually -- twenty-four hours a day? Millions of people are moving around but nobody is doing these things that you go on doing." So while I was in the house I would take away her mud packs, ice cold packs, hot packs -- but the moment I would leave the house, because I had to go to the university she would immediately try to do her thing.
For two years I had to go out of Jabalpur for my M.A. degree. In those two years she killed herself -- not even two years, just one year it took. I had not even completed my course there: after just nine or ten months I was informed that she had gone mad and that now she was hospitalized. I went to see her; she could not even recognize me. And it was her doing I told her husband, "You see now. You were also supporting her. And you were all against me, saying that I was taking her instruments and things, and she was trying to find them in different places...." She had different kinds of mud from different mines. She would go miles to find a special kind of mud. "You would tell me,'You throw them
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