I haven’t written articles for a long time; work has been keeping me very busy lately.
I love to write.
Sometimes there is an inner silence that can last for days, weeks, and then suddenly a movement asks to be brought out.
I always trace it back to the process of gestation and childbirth.
We are constantly in a condition of gestation and birth.
You live, relate to the world, experience and enter “things,” as I call them, not knowing how to define them. They are a collection of different energies, qualities and forms of spirits.
These “things” put a seed inwardly and something grows.
It may take only a short time or perhaps longer, but sooner or later, that seed will grow to come to life in some form, with the need to be birthed and given to the world, manifesting it.
There, that’s what writing is for me.
Increasingly, in the work I propose, it becomes apparent how much the body is a storehouse of information that, very often, is abused by beliefs and convictions.
Each cell would have its own certain task, just as we individuals would have a destiny to pursue.
This is often not the case. Neither the cell, nor the individual, can follow their innate physiology; being half and crossed by Creation.
I have written this in my books as well, about how, anthropologically speaking, we are losing touch with the use of speech and the effects of it.
Increasingly, I find myself working with the consequences of words on the body, even in the medical context.
The one who cares for another human being, especially in the birth environment, should have the inescapable moral, ethical and human capacity to be fully aware of his or her Self and the power that emanates from his or her authoritative role.
I am in no way demonizing medicine or those who invest those roles, but, in a holistic view of the system, we should be open to the effects of interventions, diagnoses expressed in a certain way, words and unconscious judgments.
I could write a book on the testimonies collected over the years, of how figures in relevant roles, who have not worked on themselves, project onto their clients or patients, the unprocessed emotions in their relationship with the parental figure.
I would institute a law to that effect: one cannot enter a job that serves the person unless deep inner work of awareness has been undertaken.
By personal service, I mean educators, teachers, school administrators, lawyers, judges, social workers, nurses, doctors of all orders, and therapists of all shapes and forms. Even more so those in military roles and in the context of politics, from village watchman to policeman to soldier.
Returning to the context of gestation and birth, I emphasize this period because, what happens in the transition, becomes basic imprinting.
Like the motherboard of a computer: the belief in every cell that that is life.
Thanks to epigenetics and neuroscience, it is now being discovered that trauma and beliefs go on to mark RNA for generations; ancient peoples simply expressed that a spirit had entered your body and had to be eradicated from it.
There are key words, which give commands or otherwise create a memory. Those words, experienced in a certain condition of traumatic intensity, take consistency and root in the body and like a virus in the computer, go on to change the basic information.
I bring a concrete example, from a work done, just today.
I have the girl’s consent to talk about it, in any case there are no references to people and places.
It is a simple example of how a sentence can become a sentence.
The person came to me because of a general sense of dissatisfaction, with a feeling of helplessness and not being able to carry himself out. A rather active mind in continuous self-judgment.
The session was online, and in that context we work with eyes closed with visualization and deep body listening. As soon as I close my eyes, I get an image of surgery. I ask the person if she had undergone such surgery as a child and she says no but that her mother had undergone amniocentesis, during pregnancy. Within a few days, after an alarm over unconvincing tests, the mother undergoes the surgery. This type of examination, involves inserting a needle through the belly, piercing the uterus and amniotic sac to draw CSF, for more in-depth genetic tests.
Without going into the details of the session, I accompany the person to visualize Mom with the presence of the doctors and immediately the girl’s body, she begins to remember.
The key phrase that entered her and that the body immediately recognized was “Something is wrong.”
The opinion of an authority (the doctor) toward a young woman in her first pregnancy created an intensity of thoughts and emotions that was “too much” for the mother at that time.
Obviously, the fetus, which is in total symbiosis, felt the full intensity of that moment.
After accompanying her to let the body transform that sentence inwardly, I had her visualize her mother on the crib and in front of her the doctor holding the needle.
Immediately the girl relived that sense of faintness she feels whenever she is confronted with a needle, understanding where that deep fear was coming from.
The session continued, through healing key words that allowed the body to discharge all the fear of the mother and by contacting a safe, intimate and protected inner space.
For the mentals who are reading the article, these are not cognitive processes; they are not about objective memory at all, partly because the brain is not yet fully formed at that time. We are talking exclusively about cellular memory, about physiological chemistry that has been disturbed by an excess of hormones (emotions) and adrenaline (fear).
When a needle, a scalpel, an invasive examination enters a body, despite sedation of that area, a reaction is triggered that is of the mammalian, archaic brain part.
Quite simply, it is a matter of invaded territory, and the nervous system remains reactive and defensive.
Life-enhancing or life-saving surgery is absolutely honorable; however, one must also remember that there are effects that need to be addressed in a broader, more systemic view
The body remembers everything; every single cell remembers.
I find this so fascinating, and only when we return to awareness and honor even the unseen processes will we rediscover the sacredness of a space that is simply the great mystery of life.
Not everything is understandable, quantifiable and qualifiable.
And relax into that.
Janine Van Der Merwe
