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The following is an excerpt from a seven-year-old child's case:

I like drawing animals and castles. When I draw castles I imagine that I am the queen. The queen is the proud leader. At the same time she is also a knight. She goes to fight but does not kill the enemy. She just makes sure they surrender. She does not want to hurt them.

I ask Lucy to tell me the story she makes up about this castle and the queen but she says she cannot really remember. She makes up many stories, many details, but if she does not write them down she forgets them.

Why do you like horses so much?

I was born liking horses.

When someone mentions a substance – be it mineral, plant or animal – we do not assume they need the remedy made of that substance. Lucy mentions horses a few times during her interview. The way she describes a horse gives clues to the qualities of the remedy she actually needs. Lucy sees reality in a certain way. She is fascinated with horses for a reason, so I have to find out what the reason is. It will be seen through the qualities of the horse that she recalls.

   The horse has a smooth coat. It is fast: it can run 45 mph. But it is nothing compared to a bird. A special bird. (She lowers her voice to a mystical whisper.) It is called the peregrine falcon. The peregrine falcon can fly 220 miles per hour. When it sees a prey it dives with that speed!

Peregrine falcons are birds of prey. They are fast, speedy. They dive in the air to catch their prey. They see their prey from great distances. Their eyesight is perfect, like mine. I am not a bit near-sighted. My eyes can act like microscopes. I can see the dust in the sunlight. It looks like tiny bits of hair floating around. I can also see footprints on the moon.

At this point she is getting tired and informs me that she would love to go outside and do some cartwheels on the grass. I agree as I feel that she has helped me to complete the picture. Our interview ends.

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And a poem by Lucy a year later:

"Freedom Bird"

Free as the wind,
Riding the waves,
The falcon soars.
Nesting in a giant tree,
She flaps her huge wings.
Then she dives,
Super fast.
After a tiny rat,
She catches up in no time,
Having a meal.
Free as the wind,
Riding the waves,
She dips, she turns,
Soaring home.

Last updated 01/14/2010