My father was a doctor, my mother a nurse, so as much as anyone in this culture, I grew up inside scientific western medicine as the obvious way to work with health.

Now, looking back on my long life, I would say that western medicine was, along with Roman Catholicism, the foundation, the bedrock of my world -view. Both were, to me, obviously true; to question either one of them was simply, unthinkable.

I was 23 when my second child was born. It was during that pregnancy that I began to reconsider my strict adherence to Catholic doctrine. And to end up rejecting it. Why? Because I was determined not to get pregnant yet again. Not a third time, please! So I went on birth control, and with that decision, Catholicism began to recede into memory.

Then, at 26, the event which forever changed my relationship to my own body. As a result, my world-view, the framework that held it already dissolving, suddenly expanded into realms beyond measure. A voice, a strong, male, commanding voice suddenly boomed in from everywhere, with this message, “LIVE OR DIE. IT’S YOUR CHOICE.”

The message of The Voice — delivered to me while lying feverish and drugged with demerol in a hospital bed for a week with abdomen swollen to the size of a six month pregnancy, blood vessels pumped with one antibiotic after another, all prescribed to quell the generalized abdominal peritonitis caused by an IUD, which had punctured the uterus into the left ovary which is open to the abdomen — proved to be the moment when my life suddenly switched from 3D to multi-D. The doctor had just told me that after 30 antibiotics, there were no more to give me. That he didn’t know what else to do.

Suddenly, I asked, “Am I going to die?”

My question unnerved him, apparently. Looking sheepish, he shrugged his shoulders and backed out of the room.

And with his exit, overnight I shed the obedient little girl indoctrinated to use only the five outer senses to make sense of my life. NO. Now I had been visited by The Voice — from where? I had no idea; all I knew was that The Voice was real, it was there, undeniable — and from then on my life would change irrevocably.

On a deep unconscious level, I chose to live. I fell asleep, and when I awoke in the morning the swelling and the fever were gone.

It took me years to fully absorb the profound meaning of that uncanny experience. For it meant that the body was not in charge. That the body followed the guidance of the soul. And that the soul had decided to live.

From then on, I have avoided western medicine as much as possible, and have instead, followed the guidance of the soul, as it expresses through the body.

That near-death experience in the hospital came about because I was determined not to get pregnant again. In turn, guided by the soul, my body forced me to come to terms with that choice.

The chakra involved was the sacral center, site of procreation, creativity and regeneration. I would have to transform my expression of  this sacred energy.

All this, by way of introduction to two pieces, one written, and the other a video; both are relevant, though the first one more obviously so. This piece has to do with the bankruptcy of both the underlying assumptions and the scientific experiments aimed to prove the efficacy of western medicine.

The second, a video that I found utterly riveting, details how a free thinker, Roland Fryer, was blackballed by none other than Harvard University. This man’s thinking process undermines much of what serves as woke dogma today. And, by implication, that includes the nonsense of the refusal to honor biological differences between men and women by those who would smear those differences into one, indistinct, mass. Hey folks, biological men cannot become pregnant, no matter how much they may pretend or else attempt to hormonally or surgically shift their gender from one to the other.

Notice, by the way, that the written piece calls out the use of fraudulent data; whereas the video uses data to call out fraudulent theory. The generation of data always depends on assumptions, which are rarely specified. Thus data can be utilized to either prove or disprove.

Together these two pieces serve, for me, as one way of introducing the enormous, yawning rabbit hole that opens when we muster courage and decide to question the bedrock assumptions we were taught as children, whatever they were. It’s time for each of us to question assumptions, to stand up, to speak our truth, and to act on what we know. No matter what the consequences.

Modern Medicine: A Castle Built on Sand?

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