Divine mystery

“If there’s no sense of the sacred, then there’s something we’re not paying attention to.”

Adyashanti

When I was a child, about 4 or 5 years old, I developed a fever.

I can actually remember that day. Sitting on the top stair of our new suburbia high ranch home. I recall the sense of being deliriously on fire.

Eventually, I guess the fever subsided but I can’t remember the details.

And then the seizures started. My body would convulse – like electric jolts from the center of my spine out through my legs and arms.

My poor parents thought I was possessed. (It was 1964).

Many doctor visits later, and no conclusive diagnosis, my parents resorted to a hypnotherapist to evaluate me. I remember that day vividly (but this is a story for another forum … ).

Finally …. someone with medical knowledge must have suggested a spinal tap and brain encephalogram …

and the diagnosis was eventually revealed to my parents:

Your child has encephalitis. She must have contracted it from a mosquito bite on your recent family visit to the Jersey shore.

This was the story given to me which would remain in my head for the next 56 years. How I wish I could go back in time and ask the doctors:

“DO YOU THINK MAYBE THE LOAD OF PRE-SCHOOL VACCINATIONS GIVEN TO MY 5-YEAR-OLD SELF MIGHT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH SEIZURES AND ENCEPHALITIS?????!!!!”

Recently, I googled the required vaccinations for preschoolers in 1964, and this was listed as the required immunizations:

Smallpox, Diphtheria*, Tetnus*, Pertussis*, Polio (OPV), Measles, Mumps, Rubella (* Given in combination as DTP)

I’ll never know what vaccines I actually received. I have no records. However, I do remember Mom taking me to the school gymnasium to get the dreaded “shot” in the arm.

Actually, the point of this story is not my anger that a childhood vaccination may have caused encephalitis and seizures.

The point is …

Whatever happened to me in 1964 … as awful as it may have looked at the time for my worried sick parents – as horrific it may be that a vaccine potentially could have killed me –

Was the Sacred present even in that life event?

Is the Sacred ever NOT present?

I am finding this line of inquiry helpful, especially now …

It reminds me to pay attention to what is unseen but Always Present.

All things that have been a source of pain, discomfort and disassociation, when brought into service to one power-which is the One Power-will then become vehicles of expression serving a greater purpose.

Marshall Vian Summers