Last week our son, Brooks, experienced a reaction from a vaccine. Long story short, he had a red, angry rash covering his entire upper arm, along with very distant, disturbing behavior. This recent event, along with an amazing book I just finished called, “Many lives, Many Masters” has had my wheels turning.
This post is in no way intended to be a vaccine debate. It is only discussed here because I started thinking about why Chris and I vaccinate our boys. The answer, of course, is the fear of the disease that the vaccine was made to prevent, is (or should be) worse than the fear of the vaccine itself. Why else would we willingly inject viruses and known toxins into their little bodies? Is this justified? Sure. But, what if we didn’t allow fear to rule our lives? How would that change the decisions that we make each and everyday?
I was raised in a fear based family. My parents are both deeply religious. They did not intent to instill this fear in me but they both carried their own fears and I have adopted many of them. As an adult, I’ve made many concious decisions to look fear in the face and move forward. Though I am learning to work through my fears, it is still a part of my daily life. I worry about the same things that many of you worry about: the health of myself and loved ones, money, losing someone I love, the purpose of my life, feeling like I’m enough, sleep schedules, and future plans. I can’t say with any conviction that any of these fears are serving me.
I’ve recently noticed that Brooks has already adapted a fear based approach in his life. Often he’ll ask us questions, like, but “what if someone breaks in?” or “what if that place is closed?” Our response is usually the same, we’ll figure it out. When I think about the things that I fear- isn’t the answer basically the same? Whatever happens- we’ll look at the situation and deal with it the best we can. What is the use of spending all of that energy on being fearful and anxious about problems that we don’t even have and may never experience?
What if, like I learned in church, God created us all to be equal and eternal? I remember telling my mom when I was a child that I was someone before this. I didn’t (and still don’t) know who I was, but I know in my heart that my soul was not born 35 years ago when my mother gave birth to me. The book I recently read, “Many lives, Many Masters“, was written by a well educated psychotherapist. The book tells about a woman he treated who under hypnosis was able to remember past lives, and also receive wisdom from spirits. Sound cooky? Maybe, but in my mind it reaffirmed what I already feel I know. We are here on this Earth to experience the joys and pains of being human. Our body is a carrier but our souls live forever. If even a small part of this rings true to you, then what do we really have to fear in this life?
I believe in a loving, powerful God. I believe in eternal life. I feel in my heart that we could all live a life guided by love instead of fear, we would have no battles to fight. We would find peace.