How I Was Introduced to Scenar Therapy

I would like to tell you a story about my partner and his experiences regarding an injury he suffered to his left knee. This story is written from his perspective. It goes like this….

"It was only a few months ago when I stopped playing with my children. It wasn't out of choice but rather circumstance. It happened one afternoon when they wanted a game of cricket. I said, 'OK, let's have a game.' Five minutes later I was in pain and could hardly walk. It was just a simple swing of the bat that did it. Something I had done a hundred times before. The pain I felt in my left knee was excruciating, my knee had 'locked' and I was hopping around screaming out in agony as if I was acting out some primitive tribal voodoo dance. The kids didn't know what to believe at first, they must have thought I was demonstrating some new batting ritual like you see on the cricket when they all start screaming and jumping up and down when they get someone out, but they soon caught on that this was serious.

This was the first time I had ever experienced a 'locked' knee. I put myself straight to bed and for two days that's basically where I stayed. Once my knee finally did unlock, I was able to walk again, albeit very gingerly. After a few days though, my knee had improved and I was starting to feel as good as new…or so I thought.

Convincing myself that it was only a once off occurrence, I commenced going back to doing my normal work and household duties. It was when I was washing the car and had just about finished the job when my knee suddenly locked, yet again, and I was soon back in bed. No warning, no indication that it was coming. Only that wrenching sensation of something tearing deep inside my knee followed by, what was to become, that familiar excruciating pain.

It was another two days before my knee unlocked and I was able to walk again. I remembered that I had purchased a magnet strap some time ago and decided that I would wrap it round my knee. It took over a week before my knee settled back down again and as I had booked a flight some months before, decided that I would be fit enough to travel.

It was at the terminal just before going through those scanning partitions you now see at all the airports that I realised that my magnetic knee strap would probably set it off. To avoid the attention, I removed the strap and handed it over to Angela. After making sure I had everything, I said my goodbyes and boarded the plane. It was only when I was comfortably seated that I realised that I had forgotten to take back the magnetic strap from Angela.

'I'll be OK', I thought. My knee was feeling better and it was probably time I weened myself off it anyway. Walking out of the airport arrival area with my luggage in hand, I set off down those long corridors towards the exit on my way to find my interconnecting bus for the next stage of my journey, when without warning it happened again. My knee locked like someone had jammed a door stop right in the middle of the joint and I went down as if my legs had been chopped off from under me. I struggled over to a nearby seat and sat for a few minutes hoping that by some miracle, I would get up and walk my way out of this. But when I tried to get up and walk, my worst fears had been realised and I knew that I was going nowhere. Here I was in the middle of an international airport, on my own and completely crippled.

I looked around and saw a young woman in one of those currency exchange booths. I managed to hobble over to her to ask where first-aid was. She pointed down a long walkway and said, "About five hundred meters that way", to which I replied, "You've got to be kidding me. What about a phone?" She turned her arm 90 degrees to the left and said, "Oh, about one hundred meters that way". I looked at her wrenching with pain and asked if I could leave my bag with her while I made a phone call. She replied, "Oh no, you can't leaved that here!", motioning me away as if I was some sort of evil terrorist and she was to be the hapless victim of a devious plot to blow up Sydney airport.

It was in that moment when I realised how vulnerable and helpless I was. I had never felt like this before, it was both foreign and scary at the same time; an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. I can tell you, I didn't care for it at all. I looked around me at all the passes by, no-one noticing, no-one caring, they were like robots in some science fiction movie going about their business keeping to their schedules. It was all so surreal.

I think the only way to get some attention in a public place like a large international airport is to just drop 'dead' and stay there motionless. That way people will eventually trip over you and realise you need help. If they see you moving they don't notice.

Eventually help arrived and an ambulance wisk me away to a nearby Sydney hospital. I could write an article just on my experiences at that hospital. After over 8 hours of waiting in casualty, I was finally seen by a doctor who basically said, 'I can't find anything wrong with you, here's some anti-inflammatory drugs, some pain killers and some crutches, next!'

'Whoa' I said, 'it's 10 o'clock at night, I have missed my interconnecting bus, I have no accommodation, I haven't had anything to eat or drink since earlier this morning and I can't walk!' She replied, 'Don't you know anyone in Sydney?' I replied, 'I know one person that is reasonably close but she lives in a boathouse on the harbour about a hundred steps down from the street. I don't think that’s going to work, do you?'

Finally understanding my plight she called the hospital social worker who found me a reclining chair, a blanket, a sandwich and a hot cup of tea. After what I had been through I felt that I had been rescued from the depths of despair by one of God's own angels. It was almost heavenly!

I spent a most uncomfortable night in that reclining chair and come six o'clock the next morning, I could not get out of that hospital quick enough. A taxi ride back to the airport together with some very courteous airline staff and I was soon on the first flight back home. Upon arrival, it was Angela and the kids waiting for me as I hobbled on my crutches off the tarmac and into the airport lounge. I don't think I have ever been so happy to be back home and with my family. It was so so comforting. Nothing beats that feeling of coming home.

It took nearly two months before I had my MRI Scan on my left knee. It revealed a badly torn medial meniscus and a meniscus flap which was causing my knee to lock. The Specialist Doctor told me that the only solution was to operate and remove the meniscus. I asked the Doctor, 'can't you repair the meniscus?' 'No it would never heal, you're too old', he replied. Too old? I thought Doctors were supposed to make you feel better!

He did assure me though, that the operation would stop my knee from locking and I would return to a functional state very quickly, albeit with less of me than when I went in. 'Doesn't removing the meniscus increase the chances of arthritis?' I asked, to which the good Doctor replied, 'Well yes, but that's the decision you're going to have to make.' 'What the?' I thought. Surely, there must be another way. Of course, the doctor knew of no other way.

Well it was my neighbour who came up with the answer to my dilemma. He told me about a natural therapy he had a couple of years ago that fixed his knee problem. 'What was it? I asked. 'Scenar,' he said. 'What's Scenar?' I asked. 'It's an acronym, he replied, and that was about all he could tell me about it. He did give me the name of the local scenar therapist and I rang and left a message with the person who answered the phone and he promised that she would return my call. She never did.

I took this as a sign to conduct my own research so I got onto the internet and spent the next couple of weeks learning all about scenar therapy. The first thing I wanted to know was how well it worked, so I searched the forums, emailed and spoke to people who all had the therapy and to my surprise, not one was disappointed. The only people I found that were negative were those that knew absolutely nothing about it; their cynicism attributing it to the realms of 'snake oil' and the like. So typical.

To sum up my research, I discovered that scenar therapy is carried out with a hand-held portable computerised medical device. It runs on batteries and was developed by the same man who invented the Tens Machine, only Scenar is a much more sophisticated technology with biofeedback capabilities. It works by delivering a mild dose of electrical stimulation to the body via built-in electrodes on direct contact with the skin's surface. A sort of tinglerling sensation is felt as it works its wonders. By measuring the skin's electrical properties, it locates the problem areas and 'talks' to the body to stimulate the immune system and activate it's own natural healing powers. It can be used for natural pain relief and also for a wide range of injuries, degenerative diseases, chronic conditions and for inducing rapid self-healing.

After being convinced from the overwhelming testimonials of people singing the praises of this technology, I decided that rather than see a scenar therapist, I would buy one for myself and the family. That way we could always have it on hand as a first aid device to treat injuries, burns and other conditions (it also helps with infections, colds and flu's). After all, the things I read it could do were amazing. If you take into account how much you pay for a therapy session and that you may need up to 10 to 15 sessions for any given chronic condition, it would definitely pay for itself, plus give you the added benefit of having your own portable health insurance on hand. To me the decision to buy one was obvious.

I studied all the different brands on the market, both in Australia and Worldwide. One thing I can tell you is that scenar is both a maze and at the same time amazing. It has a very colourful history dating back to the eighties when the Soviet Space Program was initially developing this technology for use by cosmonauts in space. There are a lot of scenar wannabe's that lure you with their seemingly good value pricing, but further investigations reveal their limitations in clinical applications, degree of effectiveness, flimsy build and cheap electronic components. Out of all those that were available, there was only one which fulfilled the crucial criteria of price, quality, performance and ease of use; it was the 'AcuScen'.

It wasn't easy buying an AcuScen in Australia, as no-one seemed to be selling them. Yet, it was all a series of coincidences that led me to Mike, the newly appointed Australian AcuScen Distributor. He had only just received TGA (Australian Therapeutic Goods Administration) approval and was still in the process of listing AcuScen devices on his website. When I finally managed to contact him I immediately ordered an AcuScen 'Premium' and coincidently, not just any AcuScen but the first one sold in Australia!

As Mike was coming up my way, he delivered my new AcuScen in person and it was during the first treatment when I realised the degree to which my body had 'forgotten' that there was anything wrong with my knee. As it is the case with chronic problems, the body seems to 'give up' on the problem and no longer engages the healing response. This was where the AcuScen was needed. It 'woke' up my brain to the fact that my body had been neglecting my knee and it took over 30 minutes of intensive therapy before the AcuScen finally signaled its completed dose, indicating a start to the body's healing processes were now under way. My knee had indeed become what they call in scenar speak an 'energy cyst' or what I would call, a 'dead zone'. No wonder the Doctor said that my knee would never heal, in one way he was right even though it was for reasons he didn't quite understand.

I have used my AcuScen regularly to keep those healing processes flowing and the time it takes the AcuScen to 'dose out' becomes less and less. Eventually my knee will be able to take care of itself as the healing momentum becomes self-sustaining. My knee no longer aches, there is no pain or discomfort and I am doing all those things that I was doing before that day I had locked it for the first time. I can even get down on my knees and up again without them locking. A miracle, perhaps? No, its just scientific technology that works with the body's natural healing processes. AcuScen had indeed rescued me from the clutches of the operating surgeon and I am so thankful to it for giving me a second chance.

Am I playing cricket again, you may ask? No, not yet. I do not want to spoil the second chance that AcuScen has given me. I intend to take it easy and allow my knee to heal properly, the way it should have from the beginning. I want my knee to last me for many, many more years yet."

Update 25th June 2009

I have just returned from a follow up visit to a local Orthopedic specialist. After I told him that my knee had drammatically improved and was no longer 'locking', he said, "the meniscus in your knee cannot heal, it is like a 'stick', once broken it can never repair and your knee will continue to lock until the torn meniscus is surgically removed. You could go to a hundred different specialists throughout the world and they will all tell you the same thing."

When I told him that I had been having scenar therapy and that I was back doing all the things I used to do, he said that, "the meniscus flap had probably broken off and was floating around in my knee somewhere". He showed little willingness to accept that that any alternative treatment could be responsible for the improvement of fuction in my knee!

I am now also using Cosmodic in conjunction with AcuScen to assist and speed up the meniscus regeneration in my knee. Cosmodic, which is a more advanced second generation scenar, is specifically designed for tissue regeneration. To learn more about Cosmodic Scenars click here.

About The Author

Angela Power has a background spanning over 25 years as a health professional focused on a career in primary care medical nursing for over 20 years and as a natural therapist since 1988. In addition to 'Touch of Power Therapies', Angela also operates an essential oils and aromatherapy skin care business called the 'Garden Apothecary'.

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