A few days after the death of the great maestro Franco Battiato, the title of this article makes me think of the song of the same name, a musical work that has often accompanied healing movements in the work I offer.
But what I want to focus on in this text is the desperate search for cure of the human being today; a search that hides something else and that is often projected onto the figure of the doctor and in the scientific field.
To understand what I mean, first of all we need to culturally integrate what is the real nature and physiology of the human baby: the newborn.
In the training courses I propose, I repeat it ad nauseam, it is essential, in order to change course as a society, to return to protecting the intimate space of gestation and birth.
Anything that interferes with the relationship between a woman and the times of listening to her body and then, subsequently, in the very first physical relationship between mother and newborn, are conditions that create what we systemic operators define as “interrupted movement”.
In nature it is well known that if you touch a newborn puppy or a bird that has fallen from the nest, the mother will tend to abandon it; there has been an interference, probably olfactory, that predisposes the mother to abandonment. The same process also occurs in the human mammal; the mother does not physically abandon the puppy but at some level a suspended moment is fixed, a non-experience that separates mother and child. At the same time this situation binds mother and child in a dysfunctional way for life in the event that it is not processed and brought to awareness.
Furthermore, we must deal with the pedagogy of the last one hundred and fifty years that has insinuated the absurd idea, which has become cultural, that the newborn must be removed and made independent as soon as possible and that his crying is simply a whim.
We must truly thank these scholars for having laid the foundations of the greatest collective neurosis and general state of alienation; generations of newborns who have been effectively abandoned!!
Remained at home but in all respects abandoned, crying and desperate in barred cots or in playpens, to the point of becoming cyanotic, with their mothers’ bellies contracted by the instinctive archaic pain of preserving the species but which in their minds obeys the authority in pedagogical matters. What a sad image!
I work on it continuously in my work and this wound emerges more and more, in the memory of the body.
The lack of loving care.
Birth and the neonatal period become a deep laceration, a tear that needs to be mended.
A wound that keeps the nervous system on alert, in fear of dying, producing toxins and creating the basis for pathologies of all kinds, especially autoimmune and a state of freezing of the senses, so as not to feel the pain of separation.
And here comes the saving doctor, to whom the latest generations turn in a spasmodic manner. I am absolutely not demonizing the role of the doctor and the progress of medicine, but putting under the lens the theme of dependence on medicines and the doctor, in the desperate search for a cure.
What do we project onto that figure, if not the desperate need for “someone” to see and recognize our physiological needs that Mom and Dad were unable to hear, recognize and honor?
What is the fine line between the use and abuse of this figure?
How many people worship her and depend on her as if she were a God who gives life and keeps me alive. Behind this movement, inside those people, there is a desperate and crying newborn who is looking for those who in his eyes are God: mommy and daddy!
They gave him life, his mother generated him through childbirth, initially from her and then from both of them, he depends totally; he looks at them in total and unconditional adoration, but they obeyed progress, culture and deeply betrayed him in his primary needs, not listening to themselves and freezing the archaic instinct of protection.
And that is what is happening today, with the current situation, millions of people who depend without discernment on the opinion of those who have been put in the place of mom and dad, the doctor, the scientist, the virologist, etc….
Children full of fear of dying, frozen in their bodies, unable to see reality: the betrayal of adults.
In order for you to choose freely, you need to feel the pain of that betrayal, the fear of abandonment and death; go through it as a conscious adult, without judgment but allowing the body to free itself of that alert present in the nervous system.
I cannot help but conclude this brief reflection that I have proposed, with a part of the text of Battiato’s song, “La cura”, absolutely in line with everything I have expressed.
“I will protect you from the fears of hypochondrias.
From the disturbances that from today you will encounter on your way
From the injustices and deceptions of your time
From the failures that by your nature you will normally attract
I will relieve you of your pains and mood swings
From the obsessions of your obsessions
I will overcome the gravitational currents
The space and light to keep you from aging
And you will heal all diseases
Because you are a special being
And I, I will take care of you.”
Thank you Master!!!
Janine Van Der Merwe
