"We get sick because we see other people sick, and mimic them."

That's one of the silliest things I've ever heard. It's right up at the very top of the many silly things you've said I disagree with. I am so disappointed I can't even stomach reading past that at all. Really, man, if anyone believed that they might actually try some silly crap like laying on of hands instead of doing things to heal and get better. Maybe get a juju priest to curse their enemies to reverse the curse on themselves their enemies had cast on them. Whole networks of child prostitutes and domestic slaves are kept enthralled by that kind of BS across Europe today, and Interpol actually has waged counter cursing with witch doctors in Benin to solve the crimes being committed with that superstitious baloney. Sometimes it's hard to believe you're even serious about some of the crap you say.

Once, when I was about 8, I was fishing by hand for the little sculpins that lived in the tidepools. We called them bullheads, and you had to be really fast to grab them before they took evasive action. To attract them we'd put out bait, and the flesh from the limpets that clung to the rocks like little Chinese hats made great bait, and were ubiquitous. I'd learned to scoop them out of their shells in a smooth flick of my thumb (once I managed to get one off a rock before they sucked on, after which they were practically immovable). I got a limpet and went to scoop it out of it's conical shell, and to my surprise the shell shattered, apparently thinner and weaker than most.

Huh. I thought. However, I dropped the bait into the pool and hunched over, awaiting the darting sculpins to flit out from under the rocks where they were hiding. While I hovered over the bait, ready to pounce at light speed, a drip hit the water underneath my waiting hand. I thought 'That's odd. It's not raining.' Where did this drip come from? I looked at my hand, and to my surprise the razor sharp colloidal fracture of the limpet shell had cut deep into the meat of my thumb, and the drop was my blood leaking out.

At that moment the burning pain of the cut tinged with the extra bonus of salty water flooded my mind. It hadn't hurt at all until I saw it. It really hurt now that I had seen it. Despite I realized that the pain was entirely generated in my mind because I saw that my thumb was cut, and not from the physical cut itself I couldn't make the pain go away. I was incapable of that mental feat of self control. Disappointed in myself, and stinging from the salt in my wounded thumb, I gave up fishing for the day and cried my way home to get a band aid and a kiss from my mom.

That's as close as I can get to healing myself with mental gymnastics or agreeing with your silly assertion we actually make ourselves sick to mimic others. It's an absolutely preposterous and actually dangerous load of crap, and you should change your wicked ways without delay. FFS.