So what did I mean, in an earlier post, when I said I wanted to kidnap my cousin “E”?
It goes back to when I first read about the process of changing beliefs in Jane Roberts’ book, “The Nature of Personal Reality–A Seth Book”, where Seth said witchdoctors have had success because of their ability to shock their “patients” through a combo of fire, face paint, wild antics and shrieking, effectively snapping the person out of their self-hypnosis and belief in an illness…a paradigm shift, for sure!
Seth also talked about how, in modern cultures, people often substitute the “world belief” for their own (without the benefit of fire, face paint or shrieking) because, for many people, there is a belief that a doctor’s voice is the voice of authority over their life.
A commercial on tv now has a real-life patient saying her doctor told her she had 2 months to live and she should go home to die–which she did until she sought another opinion. The additional opinions and recommendations she found supported her health, and she lives on.
The kidnapping thing came up for me a few years ago when a dear friend called to tell me she’d been diagnosed on Tuesday with breast cancer and was having a mastectomy on Friday! My initial reaction was, “Whoa Nellie! Can we take just a moment here?”
But she felt she was zooming along a track of fear and couldn’t get out, was being bombarded with predictions of dire circumstances and she was terrified. She had accepted the beliefs and predictions and she said, “All I want to do is get the cancer out of my body.”
As we’ve learned more about the mind-body connection, it’s a lot more difficult to believe the solution is that we can just “cut off or cut out” any body part that’s experiencing a problem. As a society, and in scientific circles, we’re starting to realize the huge part the mind plays in what the body experiences.
So…back to kidnapping…When I heard the terror in my friend’s voice, I wanted to get on a plane, kidnap her, take her to a mountain cabin and allow her a moment, free from the clutches of fear, to become sane again. To give her respite from the fight or flight response that consumed her.
But she couldn’t hear me and it didn’t happen.