History lives in our DNA
Wayne returned for his monthly appointment today. He is your regular type of guy. Works in an office. Lives with his wife of 30 years. With the kid grown up and living on the mainland, he is now nearing retirement. You get it. Life could be better, more exciting, fulfilled and creative, especially at this stage of life.
I remembered some of his history. His mum was of Latvian aristocracy, having fled the communist regime to China. Living hand to mouth. Becoming a “mistress” in a strange city just to make a living. A lot of those Eastern European exiles had great beauty and attracted a lot of attention from the opposite sex. Selling yourself was maybe the best money available, but it came at the cost of selling your soul as well. If I remember correctly home was some sort of camp for displaced persons. The comparison between the pampered lifestyle of nobility and living in a refugee camp couldn’t have been harsher.
Life goes on, one must survive.
Most of us can’t imagine the shock from ancient aristocracy-to-pauper circumstances. It was here that my client was conceived and spent most of his 9 months of womb time.
Seeing people down the street, at work and even meeting socially we often don’t have a clue to their history or her-story. Little do we know that at the cellular level our history is well and truly alive, dictating our emotional habits, thought patterns and behaviours.
My immigrant and convict ancestry
I start recalling my history…. One grandfather born in Ireland, the other in Scotland. Pa the Scott was born when his parents sailed back to Scotland for a holiday. His father migrated as a young man and landed in an untamed Tasmania. He was one of the early school principals teaching along the North West Coast and even had a short stint here at Forth! The school
was situated on William street.
He married a Tasmanian lass surnamed Wyatt from a dubious lineage. It has been bantered around more than once there was convict heritage through this fair lady. Then when Pa was three both his parents died of TB, along with two siblings.
That left him and his two remaining siblings to be brought up by an uncle and aunt. I only need to go back two generations to connect with endless loss and sorrow on the Scottish side of my family. On top of the family trauma’s there would have been massive convict trauma and social injustice dealt out by the authorities of the time.
Today these energies flow freely through my cellular memory and DNA. No wonder I have quite an aversion to authority. I seem to have passed it on to my kids as well. Four out of my six kids lost their driving licences several times and continued driving until they were a hair’s breadth away from jail.
Trauma directly passed down from my mother
Then there’s my mum’s side. Her father was a preacher from Ireland who migrated to Australia to share the gospel in his early twenties. Around 1915 he married and took up farming as a vocation to support his wife & family. Starting married life with 20 pounds, mum spent the first year of her life in a barn. Grandad was a farmhand & the barn was their first home. They lived through the depression and held onto the mindset of scarcity forever.
I remember holidaying with my parents while visiting my grandparents in QLD. Two inches of water in the bath was extravagance. Nothing was wasted. My mum carried this throughout her life. Saving everything from the hair out of her hairbrush (it went into a special bag) to chicken wishbones, to rubbish she collected from the roadside.
During the 2nd world war Mum worked as a teacher through the day and helped with signal work at night. The classes were huge, sometimes she had to teach 70 children. Then her sweetheart went missing in action. No word of his demise was ever received. My mum stopped sleeping and eventually she was locked away into a psychiatric institute where she spent nine months of her young life ‘behind bars’ completely at the mercy of the authorities.
I shudder to think of the harsh treatments dished out in a mental institution in the early 1940s with deep sleep insulin coma therapies and shock treatment all the in thing. My mum was young and stunningly beautiful which would have left her right open to abuse. She never once shared anything from that time which tells me enough. She kept a firm lid on her emotions from that time on. I can’t recall ever seeing a tear roll down my mum’s soft cheeks.
Early in her marriage she saw her firstborn toddler almost killed by a kick to the head from a horse when he was just one. She was pregnant at the time with Rob, my second eldest brother and Rob didn’t smile until he was 12 months old. Mum also had two stillborn children. She didn’t even get to hold them. Incredible grief. The last one, a little girl, was stillborn when I was not quite three. She was a very loving gentle mother to her six boys and one daughter but that didn’t stop the generational traumas being passed down to me.
How DNA trauma presented in my life
I was born as a little runt. Mum’s mum took one look at me and scoffed at mum saying: ‘Is that the best you could do Ethel?” and took off home to Queensland, leaving mum without her support and a houseful of kids.
I was intolerant to all other milks. Mum never produced much breastmilk, and with no advice available at that time from the child health nurses I almost died. Mum had read somewhere that Arabians fed their prize horses dates for good source of iron. Bananas were also high on the agenda, being a Queenslander. Between mashed bananas and dates, I made a comeback and survived. If I’d known then what I know now, I would’ve told my mum to give me enzymes (like Digesteasy, which is suitable for babies to the elderly) and I would have tolerated the milk. (We always had a fresh supply of milk from our own dairy cows.)
Too much fruit is harmful
I remember mum going on a milk and banana crash diet once to lose weight for my eldest brothers wedding. That’s all she ate for 7 days. She did shed several kilos, but also started going the colour of the skins. Her liver must have been chock-a-block full with stored fat, because that is often what happens when you eat too much fruit. Our body’s can only cope with 1 teaspoon of sugar at a time, and a banana has more than 8 teaspoons, so the surplus is converted into fat(ty liver).
Quite a few of my clients have made this same mistake. One young woman had eaten half a banana on an empty stomach. When I tested her glucometer half an hour later, it was 7.3. Another had a whole banana. Half an hour later her blood sugar was 8.3. The normal range is between 4.5 and 6.5. Anything above that causes inflammation.
Did you know that in quite a few zoos around the world monkeys are no longer fed bananas? Bananas were the culprit when monkeys developed diabetes and ADHD.
Enzymes counter the poor digestion I was born with
Just recently Grada and I attended two weekend workshops in Melbourne. For some reason on the first trip away we forgot to pack our Omnizyme (enzymes) and Beetflow. Normally these go with us wherever we go, because when we are away we can’t always stick to our normal diet.
Immediately my digestion deteriorated. I had griping abdominal pains and the colour of my faeces turned a pale clay colour. Both symptoms indicated that my bile from the liver wasn’t flowing properly. After returning home and getting stuck into the Beetflow and Omnizyme everything was back to normal within 2 hours.
The second weekend we didn’t forget and guess what: no issues at all even though our diet altered a bit with way more carbohydrates than normal. The supplements simply bolstered my digestive fires so they could cope with the different food stuffs.
Traumatic memories cause adrenalin which shuts down digestion
Back to my client Wayne. Even with regular treatments Wayne has layers of traumas continuing to surface. These traumatic memories cause the flight and fight response. Adrenalin kicks in and causes our digestion to go into shut down mode.
Wayne’s digestion also gives him grief at times but with the aid of Betaine HCL to improve the acid content of his stomach, Beetflow and Omnizyme, he assures me he hardly ever has trouble with the IBS he originally presented with.
“Are you still taking the symbiotic or eating our sauerkraut every day?” I ask.
“Half and half” he chuckles. “You know I’ve hardly ever had a sicky since I’ve been seeing you regularly & taking the
things you recommended” he adds.
“It proves that we aren’t what we eat, but rather we are what we absorb!”
“So thank you!”
It makes my day to see someone taking responsibility for his own health and wellbeing by clearing out all those long suppressed and even repressed traumas / memories that continually plague us in every aspect of our life. No matter how hard we try consciously, repressed traumas continue to trip us up in Health, Relationships and Money.
And then there’s the other side of the equation: all these
suppressed and repressed traumas and emotions are chemicals in our bloodstream.
You can see that I would’ve been born with heaps of baggage. Shit that needs to be got rid of if I want an awesome fulfilled life. Then there are the heartbreaks that have happened in my life piled on top of it. Like almost dying of hypothermia in a rafting accident at 19 where my best mate drowned. I felt guilty as hell for years to come.
Now looking back, I can see I suffered with pretty severe depression which not only affected my life but that of all my family. The relationship between Grada and I almost came to breaking point many a time. I wasn’t emotionally available for Grada. I’d come home from work yearning for closeness myself, not understanding that Grada was exhausted after looking after 6 kids and farm chores all day.
She would snap at me and I would take it personally and withdraw straight back into my safe dark cave. I could remain there for days. I hated it. I didn’t want to be there. Thoughts of suicide often flitted through my mind. “She doesn’t love me anymore. Why is she so nasty?”
I struggled to lift myself out of it. Often my dark moods would clear with a big thunder clap of an argument. That would clear the air, we would get along fine for a while then the cycle would begin again.
Now I’d like to prevent you from suffering!
After years of doing my inner work, being on the receiving end of healing sessions, spending 100,000’s dollars on personal development workshops and a few big epiphanies, my desire is to help people prevent themselves going down this path, so they can rebuild meaningful loving relationships.
Admittedly it’s never one-sided. We are attracted to each other for many reasons. Often, we marry our ‘subconscious mind’ and then project all our unresolved negative emotions onto our partners.
Grada projected her abandonment issues from an unfulfilled relationship with her dad my way. She was often angry at the male species in general because of her heightened sense of danger around men. I now know that most women have suffered some sort of trauma at the hands of the opposite sex and when they are angry or nagging, they are really crying for protection, or at least to be heard/held and listened to.
For two decades, I have worked with many thousands of clients focusing on the root cause of disease and distress, supporting, educating and coaching my clients so they can live a vibrant, healthy life, with love and clarity in their relationships.
I hope to see you soon, Pete
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Peter is a former registered nurse and midwife. He is a master NLP coach, Time Line Practitioner, and is qualified in advanced kinesiology, Remedial Massage, Bowen, Pranic Healing, TFT, EFT and AFT, Cranio Sacral Therapy, the Robertson Technique, and Australia’s only Biomedx practitioner.