And or But

Almost a year ago, I wrote a blog about making people ‘wrong’ (Divided We Fall), how as a western culture we thrive on polarising our dynamics: supporting the ‘wrong’ football club; wearing the ‘wrong’ clothes; drinking the ‘wrong’ drink; holding the ‘wrong’ opinion.

Since that piece, I have been on an interesting journey observing myself, my judgements, my language and trying to gently learn to embrace another’s viewpoint whilst still happily sitting with mine. So often I can hear that it can come down to the choice of two simple words ‘And’ or ‘But’.

To my daughter:

I can see that you’re enjoying your playdate BUT it’s time to go home. OR. I can see that you’re enjoying your playdate AND it’s time to go home.

To my husband:

I understand you want to do the cooking tonight BUT I want to as well. OR. I can see you want to do the cooking tonight AND I would like to as well.

BUT brings the energy of rejection or ‘wrongness’, I am acknowledging your feelings and then rejecting them. Whereas AND holds their feeling and my feelings in the same place. What a difference.

I have started to work at trying to remove the ‘buts’ from my life, allowing the ‘ands’ to flow in and help teach me that all values are welcome. Mine and theirs, whoever they may be.

AND it doesn’t mean that harmony will reign, my daughter still may not want to leave her playdate and I may still want to cook dinner but instead let my husband take the reins. It does, however, let the energy of acknowledgment, compassion and compromise enter the fray and that can only be a great thing…

Nature – My Philosophy of Parenting

The big ‘thing’ about parenting is that we’re not really supposed to talk about it too much. Start sharing your own experience and one mother will think they’re doing it all wrong, the other thinks you’re being judgemental! We seem to have permission to moan about how tiring it is and how tough it can feel, but we can’t engage in any real discussion without treading on very thin and treacherous ice.  Well, at least, that’s how it feels to me.

And I feel so sad about that because all of us are carrying such beautiful nuggets of wisdom; we are all having these amazing, unique experiences that have the promise to impart gifts of love, healing, knowledge, surrender, joy to ourselves and each other. Too often, hidden behind our fear of doing it wrong and burdened with the overwhelm of advice, we retreat and stop listening to each other.

However, I believe that once we understand our own philosophy, the one that works alongside the beat of our heart; that makes sense; sates the endless questioning, then we have the potential to listen to everyone and simply cherry pick the wisdom that suits our choices.  We can then hear each other without fear of judgement and sit quietly welcoming those nuggets and letting the rest flow past.

For me it was truly crystallised when I finally (3 years after becoming a parent) read ‘The Continuum Concept‘ by Jean Liedloff. As with any book that I have read, it is not ‘the answer’ but it put into words where I knew I was already heading and validated my instincts that I had been struggling to follow.  Most importantly it gave me an internal place to check my choices against… let me extrapolate.

Firstly, in very simple terms Jean Leidloff studied ‘stone-age’ tribes in South America, i.e. those that have had very little interaction with modern society and are still living in self-contained pockets of the Amazon. What she found most striking was that the babies and young children seemed to be so much calmer, happier and more contented than westernised children. She offers a wealth of advice and explanation in her book, which I do recommend reading, including secure attachment, on demand breastfeeding, cosleeping, but fundamentally she brings it back to Nature, animal instincts.

Nature. That is my philosophy. I really believe in the perfection of nature, I look around in awe at how things grow and propagate, how creatures forage, nurture and survive. I look at myself and how a child grew inside my belly from the smallest of specks to the most perfect of creatures. I am blown away by nature and, in my opinion, nature rocks.

So when I question – would this be right for my baby/child? I take a moment to consider how it might look in an unadulterated environment deep in the Amazon, how other mammals behave and what nature might have intended. When I read that mammals feed their young till they’re a 3rd of their adult size, I no longer worried about the stigma of feeding a 4 year old; when I consider how to treat my children’s sickness, I remind myself how brilliant the body is at handling ailments and I allow it to flow rather than suppress; when I wonder how best to ‘discipline’ my littles, I consider the tribes respect for their children; when I set boundaries, I think about whether it is important for their natural development or simply to ease my day.

Now it is no longer a question of how do I raise my children, but how do I support myself, and them, in honouring the natural way.

Slinking into my Cave

My last post was full of that energy of resolution and gusto, a new year, a new start. And I mean it. This year is going to be a year of reclaiming myself and my spiritual journey. But already I have been to a deeply dark place, a place of untold loneliness and also of emotional shutdown; I have been visiting my cave.

I’m still in it. I am peeking out at the sun that has arrived, the spring is coming and the crocuses and daffodils have brought colour to the landscape that was wet and windy. But I’m still in my cave and it’s cosy in here, it’s not very comfortable but it feels safe at least.

I came in here after a raging argument with someone I love, weeks ago, I came in because I did not want to deal with who I became in that moment, I came in to hide from myself and anyone else that might reflect myself back to me. Outwardly, I can see that I am quite jolly and light, surprisingly so, I like that I have got a little better at not being so absorbed with the darkness of my cave that I have forgotten all spirit and love, and yet I know I am still here, sitting, waiting, hoping that something will change things for me, because I don’t want to change them myself.

I know that I am here, even if I allow myself to forget, because in the moments when people ask ‘how are you?’ I am flummoxed. I have no answer to give. I am not fine, I am not ok, nor am I good or happy or joyful or vibrant, sad or despondent; I am wordless. I would like to reply with a shrug and a humph and sometimes I do. Most often I say I am fine… don’t we all?

I have slunk into my cave. The Spring is drawing me out…

When There Is No One Else to Blame…

There have been moments on my journey thus far that have sung to me, where the clarity and connection with spirit have been keen and beautiful. In those moments, I have seen so clearly how I am solely responsible for my interactions, relationships and life dynamics, I have been deeply grateful for all that has been shown to me, no matter how it has manifested, as a soulful message of understanding and love.

And in the other moments, I’ll often find someone else to blame…

My husband is a divine example of this. Before I met him, I was in a strong centred place, my life was very very simple, living on little, loving a lot. Perhaps I was a little serious, a little intense (maybe I still am), so the Universe brought me my husband full of crazy energy, laughter, party, love and beneath the surface some sadness, some anger, some unmet needs. All the things that in my ‘centeredness’ I wasn’t looking at, a new journey had begun.

Throw in our beautiful children & some energetic fatigue and this path has had some rocky moments, some major challenges and some new spiritual branches to explore. But I haven’t really wanted to explore them, I have been holding onto the ‘me’ from before I met him, the ‘me’ that was doing OK all by myself. So what is the catalyst for the rocky moments? My husband of course, someone else to blame.

And he was a great scapegoat. With little introspection and self development under his belt, he had few tools to argue his corner and he wasn’t experienced at holding up the mirror to my reflection. Then he went and owned his world, he jumped both feet, headlong, passionately and soulfully into healing his heart and he returned to me, a great warrior. Now when I am angry or raging, or sad or lonely, I can no longer label him the creator of my woes, for he stands, head held high and shoulders proud holding that mirror of truth in front of my eyes. He reminds me of my soul contracts, he lights the path of my knowing and blocks the way to the cave of blame. And boy do I try to get past him into that cave. It is familiar and easy and dark and unquestioning and I want to sit in it, with all my fatigue and sadness, and blame somebody else for my feelings.

But now there is no one else to blame…

My gift, my husband, will no longer be accountable for my pain, he has handed it back to me with resolute strength and I accept it, hesitantly, cautiously and a little wearily. It is time to step back into the saddle of my spiritual quest; 2014, this New Year, is an auspicious beginning and I pledge to own my heart again.

 

(With grateful thanks to www.mkp.org.uk and www.transitionseurope.com for supporting the journey of my family)

Why Feminism Must Die

A couple of months ago, I wrote about birth and how woman have the untapped potential to transform our current birthing experiences into ones of profundity. In this context, I blithely stated that it was time to move beyond feminism and reconnect with our mother energy. What struck me most about the responses I received was that the beauty of birth that I had focused on and laid out before them was largely ignored due to the ire created by that comment.

So I have reflected on it, was it too flippant? Careless? Whilst mulling it over, I have also happened upon some articles asking about feminism today, demanding that it be put back into central focus especially as a force against misogyny. And then today it came to me, my statement wasn’t blithe, in fact it didn’t say enough. Feminism must die…

Newton’s Cradle is one of my favourite analogies (do you remember that classic 80’s desk toy?) – the balls hanging in a line, release one end and the outer balls ping back and forth in diminishing strength until they reach balance and peace again. To me, it symbolises the necessary polarities that we swing to before we eventually soften and rock gently back into alignment. And feminism is once such polarity. It was necessary, I do not intend to take away from what it has brought to society, to women, to life, but it is not a balanced perspective.

On a personal level, societal level or global level, I believe we are made up from a number of different elements (just like those balls representing different parts of us). In loose terminology I can see that we hold within us ‘warrior’ energy, ‘lover’ energy, ‘mother/father’ energy’, ‘king/queen’ energy, ‘elder/crone’ energy…. and there are more, but it gives an idea. On our personal life journeys we may explore how they play out in ourselves, are they in balance? Is one hiding the other? The ideal…. that they all have their time and their voice; that we are able to express each energy as it is needed with care and attention.

And Feminism brought forth our female warrior; we have stood our ground, shouted from the rooftops and battled in the boardroom, the classroom, the cafe and the football pitch. And yes, as others previously commented, all is not ‘won’ yet, but I don’t think it will be if we just offer our warrior. Again, bringing the example back to the small scale, if I meet individuals who are excessively in one of their energy centres, be it overly aggressive, saccharine, shy, even funny, I feel uncomfortable. I find it hard to connect, because I know that some part of them is hidden and that doesn’t feel safe. This is where feminism is at now, women don’t trust women, men don’t trust women, we are deeply, woundingly disconnected from each other.

So I, as a woman, asking for equality, honour, respect, integrity, would like to offer myself not as a feminist but as a human being. I would like to face my sisters without fear of judgement, without needing to compete, but for support and solidarity; I would like to face my brothers and honour their masculinity and welcome it back into the world, whilst I offer my femininity to them; to realign that beautiful balance of nature, that ying and yang, that give and take. Misogyny would not exist then, not when we face each other with open hearts and open souls.

I am hugely grateful for the warriors that have brought us here, including those inside each of us and now we can let them rest for a moment. Let the others within speak.

Feminism must die a peaceful death whilst we rejoice in all it has proffered and let there be space for a new age to be born.

 

Unforgiven

I messed up.

In fact I’ve messed up loads and loads of time with loads and loads of different people. I didn’t have a great sense of ‘self’ in my younger years, I knew who I thought I ought to be, but I didn’t really understand and certainly did not accept who I am.

So much of my journey therefore has been about peeling back the layers of expectation and false belief to find Me and on the way I have shed friends, just as I have shed layers.

Mostly, they were discarded because they knew the ‘me’ I was trying to dispel, the one who was so deeply unhappy and the one who, even I, couldn’t quite fathom. So often parts of them represented where I felt I should be and I wasn’t; whether that was career status, relationship security or simply a sense of contentedness in a life that to me felt like an extreme, stomach churning, fairground ride. However, in these moments of leaving, I hadn’t figured any of this out, I just knew I was suffocating in the life I was living and I needed to change things and some of those things included friends who’d been around the block with me. The type of friends who’d pulled me away from drunken shambolic decisions, the friends who answered the phone at 2am, the ones who I really really laughed with. I know that I needed to make the choice that I did, I know I needed separation to seek clarity, because within the friendships was also a lifestyle that was slowly killing me; but I didn’t do it kindly and I didn’t do it fairly.

In the film ‘when a man loves a woman’… Meg Ryan walks her sobering steps away from alcoholism and those cleansing moments of naming her shame, of apologising for her mistakes, rest with me. I have apologised to my past friends, but I feel unforgiven. I dream of them so often, there is something in my psyche that is uneasy and agitated. I cannot force anyone to forgive my past misdemeanours and for my part the recollection of how these break-ups finally occurred is so hazy that it is sometimes hard to offer the complete apology, but I do know that I need to find peace. These dreams need to stop; I need to forgive myself too for hurting those that cared for me.

Therein lies my answer, the mirror never lies, I am unforgiven because I have not forgiven myself. I would like them to release me, but instead the work is with me. To say that as a friend, I am ‘good enough’, not great, not terrible, not always at the end of the phone, sometimes with wise words, with irritation, with love, with joy and with sadness. I am.

Grapes or Blueberries?

Bear with me for a moment as I recount my breakfast moment today….

I was munching on my cereal this morning and bit down on a texture that felt unexpected. I presumed it was an ‘odd’ blueberry. I had momentarily forgotten that I had put my kids left over grapes in my bowl too. What struck me was that despite being familiar with grapes and their texture, my instant belief was that there were only blueberries in my cereal and therefore I had to ‘make’ this a blueberry.

I hope I haven’t lost you already because actually this blew my mind as such an amazingly profound recognition of human understanding.

We define situations entirely based on our own belief.

Here in bold it might not look mind-blowing, in fact it could look quite ‘whatever’. But what I experienced this morning was how unthinkingly I believed it to be a blueberry, how despite being open-minded and a free thinker etc etc, I needed to believe it was a blueberry because that’s all I thought I had in my bowl.

Every day I am becoming more and more aware of the truth behind the adage ‘until you have walked in their shoes’.  For me it has taken a backlash of reactions from friends and family to some of my own choices to highlight this to me, so even from the darkness of these times, I am grateful for their judgements. I am grateful because I see that from their position, their place, their beliefs my choices are ‘difficult’ and I also see how loving and compassionate and kind they are and if they walked in my shoes just for a moment, they would ‘get it’. They just don’t know that I am a grape, not a blueberry. If they did, they would accept me as a grape, instead I’m an ‘odd’ blueberry.

This post is surreal, even for me as I write it, but it is an epiphany moment. It’s the relative understanding that every assumption we make upon another is based on thinking they are blueberries, when instead they could be kiwi, lime, pineapple, bread, chocolate, egg…. I’m laughing as I write this, but it really could shift our dynamics if we grasped this concept and ran with it. Imagine every time someone riled you, you were able to pause and recognise they weren’t a match in that moment, they weren’t a blueberry and as such you couldn’t actually be sure that if you weren’t a blueberry too, perhaps you might just behave in the same way. If you were a grape or a tomato, perhaps you would act that way too, say those things, dance that dance and laugh that laugh and it would seem oh so normal and ordinary.

So I am so grateful for my grape mistake which will fruitliy remind me that my beliefs are mine and very valid they are too, but they are not for everyone.

Where have all our mother’s gone?

Feminism brought material equality but enforced a suppression of one of our most vital and vibrant energies – that of the mother. Feminism has had its time and I’m grateful to all those women who fought for our future, now we must shift again.

Moons ago, matriarchal societies were common place; woman was respected and honoured for all of her strengths, not least her extraordinary gift of growing, birthing and raising our children. Pendulums have swung and times have changed and right now we are at a place where we don’t seem to respect each other or even ourselves as mothers.

I recently read an article citing that we must live and let live, each to their own, birth how we want, natural or c- section, it is an individual’s choice. Yet such a crucial element has been missed from this. Bearing children is a rite of passage, the experience provides us and our children with tools a plenty; faith, courage, strength, ecstasy, joy, challenge, beauty, to name a few. It is every woman’s right to live and experience these rites of passage as they were designed. By ‘accepting’ epidurals, c-sections, suctions etc as a choice rather than an absolute necessity for the smallest fraction of the population, we are disempowering ourselves and each other. We are telling each other that we are not strong enough, good enough, brave enough, natural enough.

We were born with the capacity to birth our future generations and yet by the time we reach our due dates we are filled with doubt and fears and we allow our patriarchal society to tell us that we can only do this with lots and lots of (predominately male) help.

Step back into your power woman.

Reclaim your wisdom, your strength and your courage.

Support your kindred spirits whose birth stories fall below their hopes and dreams and use them to learn how to ensure that your story and that of your sisters and daughters are ones of deep knowing and power. That you hold the spirit of woman in your womb as you birth.

‘Live and let live’ is a beautiful adage when held poetically and lightly but not when it excuses the disastrous place we are at with our birth stories today. Not when it removes the support network of knowledge and wisdom from our peers and elders. Not when mothers and babies are dying from intervention after intervention. We know how to birth.

We are women and we are mothers. Whether we choose to bring our own children into this world, or not, our personal mother energy is a vitally intrinsic part of who we are. How we express it can change the world.

Kindness and compassion, courage and wisdom, let’s bring these to our birthing places, to our work places, to our schools and to our homes. Find your circle of women, sit and remember your ancestors, remember who you are.

You are a WOMAN.

 
(Apologies to all the men reading this, you are, of course, a Man….)

Am I a murderer?

It is with increasing distress that I see and hear of more and more families and individuals being persecuted for choosing not to vaccinate themselves and their children. I use ‘persecuted’, a powerful word, with intent. In my eyes, it is no different to the paediatrician who was hunted out by locals thinking he was a paedophile. The media hype and ignorance behind these verbal and emotional attacks are horrifying. Naming parents as ‘negligent’ and ‘murderers’ because of their personal choices is just not OK.

Although I have never hidden our family’s vaccine status and have shared numerous articles via social networks, I have yet to sit down and lay it on the table. The time has come.

I was brought up and educated in a highly scientific style; logic and evidence were absolutely paramount to any conflict of opinion, there was certainly no space for anything ‘wishy washy’. I am grateful for this upbringing and the tools it has given me to examine scenarios that I face in life, I have a questioning and enquiring mind as a result. It is with this energy that I came to question the idea of vaccines. From a logical perspective, I had totally bought into the vaccine theory – stimulate the immune system with a small dose of virus, create immunity and hey presto, no need to live through the actual disease. It made absolute sense. What didn’t make sense to me was injecting new born or 8 week old babies with anything. I think nature is awesome, it doesn’t make mistakes, so I see no reason to interrupt that incredible survival technique that it has created to allow our human race and animal kingdom to propagate so successfully. So I opted for natural, drug free home births for my children, on demand and full term breastfeeding and no unnecessary interventions (including vaccines) until further notice….

So that was it, I was just going to delay, wait until their systems were a little stronger, wait until they really needed ‘protecting’, because whilst I was breastfeeding, they had the best protection money could buy – well actually it’s free….

But I wanted to be sure, of course I didn’t want to endanger my children, expose them unnecessarily etc etc. So the research begin. Four years later, I am still researching and reading and listening every single day, but I am on a completely different path to what I expected and here’s why:

1) Creating Immunity – our bodies create immunity through a series of complex steps. Paramount to this is how the viruses enter our system. In nature we inhale or ingest and our first stage immune response starts in the nasal passages. It is a gentle but effective process (nature rocks!). When we inject, penetrate our natural defenses (skin) we create an unnatural immune response, it goes into hyper-drive, skips some vital steps and causes an overstimulated reaction. Whilst this system (injection) can, though not always, create antibodies, they are not a sign of immunity but merely a sign of immune system reaction.

2)Toxins – the first vaccines created were just the virus and a bit of ‘housing’ for the virus (egg for example). Nothing happened. Realising that the immune system did not react to this, the scientists decided to aggravate the immune system, to give it a kick start. This meant including ‘poison’ in the injections. Over the years that has included mercury, formaldehyde, aluminum and a whole host of other things. Some have been so instantaneously toxic, they have been removed, other have stayed. Evidence suggests that they do just that, they stay in your system and build up to super toxic levels. On top of which we have preservatives to keep the vaccine ‘fresh’ and/or antibiotics to ‘prevent bacterial contamination during manufacturing’ like the MMR (neomycin). Take a look at the insert for any vaccine and check the full list of ingredients. One scientist is the field of vaccine research told me that they simply included egg white and virus – this is not the case.

3) Research – I like research, I like statistics and I like facts, but my brother has always shown me the way stats can be twisted, that compliant figures can be shown and unhelpful results hidden. Research needs to be very transparent and simple. In the vaccine world it isn’t. ALL drugs should undergo a ‘double blind placebo trial’ to ensure safety and efficacy (this means all parties, doctors & patients are unaware of what they are giving & receiving and that the placebo is an inert substance like saline solution in order to ensure there is a comparison to the ‘norm’). This is NOT done for vaccines, under the guise of ‘ethics’ – that exposure to these diseases is not ethical*, they have found a way not to test with a true placebo**. Except once…. In 1979, a large scale community-based double blind randomized controlled trial was carried out in Chingleput district of South India to evaluate the protective effect of BCG against bacillary forms of pumonary tuberculosis. From among 366,625 individuals registered, 281,161 persons were vaccinated with BCG or placebo by random allocation. The results showed that BCG did NOT offer any protection against adult forms of bacillary pulmonary tuberculosis. The BCG vaccine is not part of the vaccine schedule in the States.

I have also personally spoken to a number of scientific researcher who have all, independently, corroborated the fact that research across many industries is repeated and repeated until the desired result is found, then all the other research is discarded. This means they could trial a drug 100 times and only once have it show efficacy, yet they publish that one trial and bin the rest.  Transparent? No.

4) Natural Immunity – it works. It has done for thousands of years. We contract a disease and depending on our general health, express is strongly, mildly or not at all. We then have, more often than not, life long immunity. If the vaccines work to stimulate our immune system and create immunity, why do we need boosters? Or perhaps it’s just those antibodies that are stimulated, those small markers they may or may not mean immunity… where does that leave our protection against disease?

5) Self Limiting Disease – so I had totally bought into the ‘vaccines have removed disease from the face of the earth’. Nope. The data shows us that the diseases were already on their way out. Education in good health, sanitation, nutrition, fresh water and reducing over-crowded living had brought the diseases to their knees. They had already almost disappeared or were in their natural self limiting cycles. The graphs here show the decline of the diseases relative to the introduction of the vaccines. Take Scarlet Fever as an example, no vaccine for that, yet are we suffering global epidemics? What about smallpox? Again, virtually eradicated before the vaccine was even introduced. In fact, in the Philippines, where they had never had a single case of smallpox, they ran a vaccine drive and induced the world’s largest smallpox outbreak, killing hundreds. (And the town with one of the lowest smallpox mortality in Europe was Leicester, UK, who also had one fo the lowest rate of vaccination but had adopted methods of hygiene – see the Leicester Method.)

6) The Fear of Diseases – so I looked at each disease and whether or not I or my children would have to suffer or be left with life changing issues should we contract any of the diseases. And the answer was no. Look back at medical reporting just 50 years ago and measles, mumps, rubella etc are all described as mild childhood illness. Only the media has hyped them to a point of hysteria, printing emotive pictures and fear. As with ANY sickness, if you are in good health, emotionally and physically, you will process a disease without any serious side effects. If you are immune compromised the outcome can be different, but you should also not be taking vaccines (as indicated by the pharmaceutical companies) if you are immune compromised. What about Polio, Tetanus? Big fear around these diseases. Again all perfectly manageable, it doesn’t mean you won’t have discomfort but you will be OK. There is a great video by Suzanne Humphries, MD on her research on the Polio debate here. And Tetanus…. you can get tetanus as many times as applies to your life and exposure, ie immunity for tetanus does not exist; compounded by its rarity, for example, in the UK just one OAP dies every 2 years from tetanus infection despite over 500,000 children remaining unvaccinated (5% of the child population).

6)What is Dis-Ease? My relationship to dis-ease has shifted too. I now see it as a helpful rather than worrying thing. We are surrounded by pathogens, viruses, bacteria all the time but only when we are ‘susceptible’ will we express the sickness. This is our bodies using the tools of this world to detox, to use vomiting, diarrhoea, rashes, mucus to expel toxins and give our systems a cleanse. When illness turns up in our house, I welcome it and support it through the process, not suppressing symptoms but allowing the complete cycle to play out. We are stronger and healthier as a result of the sickness we have dealt with.

To cover the issue of Herd Immunity, whilst we’re on the topic, let’s look at what that should mean – ‘A population where the majority are vaccinated creating a cocoon of disease free bodies to protect the vulnerable.’ It doesn’t exist. My generation, and those of my parents, did not receive the full raft of vaccines available today, nor did we receive the boosters (deemed unnecessary in our day, before they discovered the vaccines ‘wear off’). Therefore we are technically ‘not immune’, there is no cocoon of immune population. Anyone see the epidemics of diseases anywhere? Not I. But I do see that wild polio has self limited in India, yet vaccine induced Polio is on the up and killing people. (“In 2011, there were an extra 47,500 new cases of NPAFP [in India]. Clinically indistinguishable from polio paralysis but twice as deadly, the incidence of NPAFP was directly proportional to doses of oral polio received.”) I do see children with vaccine damage. I do see an unprecedented surge in auto immune disorders and in cancer.

So what I found after all my research, including a raft of peer reviewed medical studies (see just one list of resources here), was that I couldn’t find a reason TO vaccinate. I followed the logic and the common sense and it led me here.

And one last question… if vaccines do work, why are you all so afraid of us that don’t vaccinate? Aren’t you protected?

Am I a murderer?

Not I.

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With unending gratitude to Anna Watson for fact checking, support, inspiration and most importantly establishing Arnica, UK Parents’ Support Network.  Also to Heidi Stevenson at Gaia Health for her indepth research and wisdom. There are a multitude of resources out there, but to start the ball rolling I also highly recommend The Informed Parent  and the film, The Greater Good.

* Many in the unvaccinated community are happy to stand and have even asked to be included in trials as a comparison to vaccinated status. They have been declined. However an independent study in Germany of over 17,000 (much larger than many pharmaceutical clinical trials) indicates that unvaccinated children are 500 times healthier than vaccinated children

** Placebo’s used in current trials are comparator vaccines, this means that the results show toxic load compared to toxic load with the variation being the virus it holds. These are not acceptable tests and end up creating a false concept that certain numbers and types of side-effects are acceptable.

Divided We Fall

United we stand and divided we fall… This motto feels immensely powerful for me right now, I am noticing how divided we are becoming in our society, in our social groups, in our families. We have developed a culture of making people ‘wrong’.

Before I begin to explore this theme, I would like to stand up and acknowledge how much I do that. How if someone disagrees with me, I have to find a way to make them wrong, and not just their specific opinion, but I might go ahead and assassinate their entire character whilst I’m at it.

I recognise this in me and I want do it differently.

From governments, to global media, to school gates and offices, to tea with the folks and pints down the pub, everyone is sharing a judgement about someone else’s choice. The government are slowly defining more and more details about our personal choices, they are no longer just taking care of our roads and border safety, they wish to enforce protocols on healthcare, education, birthing rights and the minutiae of their current views on morality. This year alone, whether in the UK or within other westernised countries, the governments are withdrawing support for home-births, introducing mandated vaccines, supporting the patents of plant seeds (our food to be ‘owned’). On TV, we are bombarded with shows that require us to polarise our views, call in to make someone the winner or loser, right or wrong, talented or not. I have had people literally turn away from me because they have heard that I use homeopathy, because their judgement that it is ‘irrational science’ means that every other thought or opinion I hold is tainted by this wayward stance. Most recently, I felt shunned by a group of women because I expressed my disappointment of a toy store that seemed only to sell plastic toys, I was immediately categorised, from that fatal statement, as ‘one of those mums’.

When we look at the dawns of religion, the message we receive is that God, of whichever brand, gave us freewill. A believer or not, that is a truth, we all have choices and voices and the opportunity to live as we see fit. Yet, somewhere along the line we decided to create laws and rules and started this crescendoing avalanche of the ‘wrong factor’, somewhere along the line we decided to put someone else in charge of our decisions. We disempowered ourselves, we stepped out of accountability for our own actions and chose for someone else to be in charge.

But I hear you holler from the back, we need rules, we need moral codes, we need the structure otherwise it’s pure anarchy and chaos. I get that, I get the ‘need for it’, the fear of total pandemonium…. but perhaps there is another way.

Perhaps we can do some serious paradigm shifts and turn this world upside down, inside out and come out zen like on the other side… I remember reading a chapter of the Continuum Concept (by Jean Liedloff) where she talks about how a tribal village (still very separate from modern day philosophies) dealt with issues within their community. If someone had done something that was upsetting to the group, they would circle them, the whole village standing around the individual and they would spend hours if not days recounting their own personal, and most importantly, positive stories of that individual until they had remembered their true worth and value.

Isn’t that the nub of it? We aren’t born ‘wrong’ or evil or sinful, but full of the beauty of love and humanity. We don’t need rules to make us into good people, to keep us on the straight and narrow. We just need to be reminded sometimes that we are amazing, each and every one of us. So what if we try this, just one moment at a time? What if we all make a commitment to stop making each other wrong, to allow each of us our own paths and choices, to raise our children to know the value of themselves not the value of the rules? One step at a time…

I commit to acknowledging when I categorise someone else’s choice as wrong and I strive to alter my thinking to embrace each individual as just that, a unique, wholesome and inherently divine soul.

United we can stand.