The woman had forgotten all about the madness that ran in the family she had gotten married into, until the day her husband turned mad.
In the beginning, several years ago, and only a few years before she had gotten married, her husband’s eldest brother had passed away. Or that was what the woman had been told before her marriage. Turned out, there was more to the story than what had been revealed. A few months after her marriage, the woman came to know that her husband’s oldest brother had committed suicide following a bout of spiritual madness, and not passed away “peacefully following a sudden illness” as had been told to her.
Dismissing this as an one-off incident, the woman went on about her life, until her routine began to crack on account of the behavior of her husband’s second brother. He began to get pushy with the rest of the family, often threatening his younger brother for money. The fights began to spiral, and then one night, the second brother ran away into the darkness, after polishing off his brother’s savings. The entire neighborhood called him mad, and slowly began to raise whispered doubts about the sanity of the family.
However, the doubts died away as the woman, her husband and their family fell back into the normalcy of daily routines. They continued to remain peaceful for so many years that the woman forgot all the about the madness in the family.
But, as is wont to happen with old age, the husband’s health began to tire. What was unexpected, was the side-effect of lunacy. The old man conversed with people who were visible only to his eyes. He spoke about candy lands on trees outside the window, and went to the extent of claiming that the furniture addressed him by his name.
The house was engulfed by sheer madness. And it all ran in the family.
Deeply concerned that the family madness would pass on to her sons and grandchildren, the woman arranged for a family gathering in which, after countless arguments, and in-between agitated tears, it was decided that everyone would keep a watch on their mental well-being. It is, after all, quite the challenge to convince an entire family of hot-headed males that madness ran in their blood.
There is stuff in our cells that exists beyond what is known. And all of this, both known and unknown, is inherited.
We not only inherit our intelligence from our parents and the ones before them, we also inherit the propensity to acquire diseases and feel intense trauma from our past generations.
It is well known that trauma can move through generations, releasing pain for which, the cause remains unknown. After observing my own bouts of incessant depression and anger, I was able to trace the source to moments of repression. This, in turn, can be traced back to generations of gender repression.
Irrespective of the intensity of our experiences, the inheritance of pain, danger, and struggle increases dramatically with each passing generation. We are the result of a multiplicity after all.
What we inherit, we tend to label it with the “fate” tag.
Let us keep in mind that it is the “fates” that are at work all the time. Our cells are habituated to take us towards the destinations that are best known to them. For instance, if our cells are habituated to poverty, they will automatically lead us into poverty. Or if your cells, like mine, are habituated to high sugar levels, then, they will lead you towards the path that they themselves have traversed. Our cells are a pattern, and patterns, obviously tend to repeat themselves. Our cells, based on their habits, become our “fates.”
Since our cells are chatting away constantly, we cannot help but listen to their conversations, and lead ourselves into our “fates.”
Unless…we will our cells to turn around and realign themselves.
We, as a collective tribe, as well as being unique individuals, have the ability to turn the “fates” around on themselves – we have the ability to will out our destiny. I wish to will out the destiny of “good health” to my “fates.” You might wish to will out the destiny of “good wealth” to your “fates.”
The point here, is not to defeat the “fates,” because nothing ever stays defeated. Rather, there is a need to make peace with our “fates,” and get them to understand our will, just as much as we have understood their patterns. For that is what our “fates” are crying out to us to commit to – through the pain, the struggles and the trauma – our “fates” are screaming at us to shift their pathways, to show them new destinations, and to transform their destinies.
Here’s to understanding our fates and leading them towards our destinies!