How To Embrace Your Inner Undead–And Why It Matters

Mor' Mudder Long GirlWhen an acupuncturist diagnosed me with “Corpse Disease,” I was ecstatic. Dozens of shape-shifting labels have landed in my chart, but no other theories—not even mine—trace back to medical texts compiled during the Song Dynasty in China. Initially, Dr. Selah Chamberlain, DOM, offered only a few vague comments about three worm spirits inside my body. Due to odd reading habits, I had encountered worm spirits previously. They are not ordinary parasites. They are not even “real” in the Western sense of the word. In Chinese Medicine, worm spirits are forces with the power to impact both internal health and external fate.

But three? In me? Later, I’d learn that every human body—even a healthy one—comes into the world with these three “bugs.” Essentially, Corpse Disease represents the general human condition: the worm spirits are out to get us! The little squigglers “resent the blood and hate capability.”

One capability I haven’t lost is curiosity. I began plaguing Selah with questions. I trusted him to answer: Selah has practiced acupuncture for more than thirty years on three continents, earned a Masters in Eastern Classics, and translates ancient Chinese medical texts as a “hobby.”


After a month, and perhaps to shush me, Selah agreed to send his diagnostic source material: a 44-page, single-spaced document with his personal translation of Chapter 56 from the Formulas from the Kindness of the Sage of Great Peace. The text I’d coveted is no film buff’s transcript for the cult classic “Night of the Living Dead.” Chapter 56 does, however, contain the root source of every zombie plotline in history: fear. Blanket MRIThat makes it a 21st century page-turner. I say this despite the contemporary challenges of trying to understand medical theories that were last prevalent during the Sui Dynasty in 610 CE. Thankfully, the formulary is riddled with natural metaphors, aiding interpretation. Disease variants are described as flying, vanishing, hiding, thieving, and gusting. Symptoms leap like cats, become trundling dung beetles, or lie coiled and suddenly strike. Patients can wither lizard-dry or turn green as a toad. The menagerie makes practical sense.

The prescription says to treat the underlying condition and ignore the symptoms. That’s easy for a sage to say! People suffering from corpse disease suffer: stabbing pains, heart palpitations, intestinal trouble, lumps, bumps, wasting, nausea, confusion or delirium, alternating heat and cold, fainting, fatigue, more. And, the definition of fatigue is not as simple as “dead tired.” Even the IMG_20140614_095709600-2inability to stop working is implicated. (Selah recently called me “pathologically helpful.” Yeah, so? He also tells me to stand up straight. Good luck.)

In Corpse Disease, a person’s Qi—the circulating life force—becomes confused, hyper or depleted, variously unbalanced. Vulnerability inside the body leads to vulnerability outside, or vice versa. The symptoms tend to be highly unstable. During asymptomatic times, the disease merely “hides.” Portions of my medical history find context here. It’s disconcerting.

While Selah identifies clear patterns of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, I see trauma histories and physical complications from longtime stress. There are enough sub-forms to even ask questions about autoimmune disease, connective tissue disorders, fibromyalgia, Lyme, and more. Some variants are due to inherent sensitivities, others due to poisoning. The worst wipe out entire family lines or villages. A patient can oscillate between being very alive and very nearly dead. Fear can make them want to die.

The cure requires grappling with the three worm spirits. They reside within the dantien—at the level of the head, heart, and lower abdomen. These are places where breath goes, places we can remember to put our breath, parts of the body we can learn to heed. They are also physical places that correlate to different levels of engagement. Are we attending to the needs up top, the The Upright Corpseintelligence and spirit? Do we strike balance with the needs of our flesh, the challenges of interpersonal relationships? Can we find a way to remain connected to the earth, to what constitutes nourishment? While ancient Taoists thought wrangling worm spirits required particular grain-withholding diets, my intuition says modern Americans might do better with a few philosophical shifts:

  • Don’t feed your worm spirits other people’s goals and definitions of value.
  • Don’t fatten them with guilt, shame, expectations, ambition, or predictions.
  • Don’t try to kill them; coexist smartly.

Whether we like it or not, whichever terms we use, whether or not we believe worm spirits exist, we’re stuck with certain truths: as humans we have bodies with sky overhead and earth underfoot. It matters how we negotiate these three realms and our various vulnerabilities. Get a Spine:Read More Ancient Texts

In Corpse Disease, recovery—or at least prevention—may be as simple as listening to what the body is saying.

Or not.

To quote Chapter 56: “At the end of seven days, either there will be improvement, or there won’t.”

What’s funny is how much lighter I felt after receiving official permission to relinquish the idea of living and let myself be undead. For three days after diagnosis, my mood was infected by something akin to bliss. I didn’t feel the need to return phone calls, to get my mail, or fret how I was going to pay the next bill. The concept of obligation was severed at the root. Mor' Uhthof noses in shadowAnd in this liberation, I suddenly found myself free to hear my own desires. What I wanted was whimsy. Specifically, I wanted three-sided whimsy. While ill and unable to walk, I’d pored over satellite maps of the ranch behind my house and spotted an odd triangle made by intersecting cow-paths. What I wanted was to hike the triangle. And I did. Could anything be less relevant? Could anything be more significant?

For a few days, I ceased worrying about what I wasn’t achieving while ill. Moreover, I ceased worrying about being ill. I simply stopped. I stopped everything. Disengagement matters.

These days I still get acupuncture weekly and let Selah tend my worm-gnawed innards: it helps. Simultaneously, back in the Land of Western Medicine, I diligently continue to do the body-part-shuffle, a dance familiar to all patients with systemic diseases: from specialist to specialist to specialist, hoping to find a diagnosis this side of the Industrial Revolution. Every day, I also make some time to actively engage in not-fixing anything. As a poet, I tend to think metaphors can cure everything. As a patient, I’m always skeptical. Nonetheless, Corpse disease might be the most hopeful diagnosis I’ve yet received.

A friend teases me, texting, “Does zombie-girl find solace in ancient medical text?”

Yes, I do. It’s logical. Fight, flight, or freeze: “playing dead” is the third basic component of survival. I highly recommend it–


thanks to selah for needling, for sharing his translation, and for humoring me…


[read more about the patient(adj.)-doctor and the patient(n.)-writer here]

2 thoughts on “How To Embrace Your Inner Undead–And Why It Matters

  1. What I found interesting, are the three philosophical shifts..these are definitely ideas to live by. Also, the concept of negotiating these shifts with our vulnerabilities is something for me to learn about and practice.

    The idea of just being is powerful.. Letting the body do what it needs to do, is the truth. I think you found a middle ground to negotiate and in turn liberated yourself..this is awesome.

    Corpse disease, which I didn’t know about until I read this blog, is fascinating. Thank you for sharing this..


  2. On many days I get up and dress myself so that the people around me will think that I’m participating in life. Many days I do it for myself, so that I will believe that I am participating in life. For me “living” always implies efforting. I came into life with an overwhelming sense that whatever I did was not enough. I have no idea what a balanced efforting looks like. I have chronic fatigue syndrome. It seems too obvious to state the obvious that one caused the other – plus other things.

    Lately, I have been feeling envious of – almost everyone, and what they are able to accomplish in life, so I guess my spirit worms are wallowing around in their own fat.

    Right now I’m staying in a place that has a beautiful garden filled with exotic birds and a hammock. The rainy season is over. It’s warm and sunny and wonderful to lie on my back under persimmon, palm, poinsettia, and pomegranate trees. Truly! And then there are coffee, dangling red bottlebrush and yellow trumpet flower trees, and tall dark evergreens with deep shadows. A long wall runs along one side of the garden. It’s covered with a mass of crimson bougainvillea vines. It’s almost ridiculous. How rich and healing this environment should be. And yet, to me lying in a hammock is not “living.”

    So perhaps it’s time to surrender to my undead and hang out in the hammock.


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