Igloos and Elevators

A friend standing beside a hotel elevator in Ottawa, Canada, was riveted by the sight of a young Inuit woman and her young child frozen with fear in the queue.  Deciding not to enter the elevator when the doors opened he waited for them to close and approached the young woman. He knew enough of the Inuit language to be able to ask her if she needed help. "Room?" she whispered timidly.  "Yes. We take this box to room", he answered in her native tongue.
In this fur- clad woman's eyes the box that opened and closed was as terrifying as an encounter with an alien space ship would be to you or me. She was witnessing people enter the box when the doors opened but when the doors closed and opened again the people had disappeared. What was the fate of those people?  Was she willing to risk entry into this box and disappear? She was completely paralyzed by this unknown.

Her comfort zone was hundreds of miles North of this elevator on the frozen tundra.  An igloo that offered the security of family and friends huddled on the warmth of furs spread over an ice floor.  A reality where trips to the loo were a walk outside to a snow drift in -50 degree blizzards.  Where bears lurked in wait for young toddlers to wander outside the ice globe. All of that she could accept.  But an elevator?  That was beyond her realm of security.

And yet...she was perfectly safe here in a hotel lobby next to an elevator. At least that is the way you and I would perceive it.

Fear.  Where does it come from?  Why do we experience it?  The most obvious answer would be that when something is a threat to our security we get an adrenaline rush that puts us in that fight or flight state for our own preservation.
But what about those fears that grip us in the middle of the night for no apparent reason?  Where do they come from?  Why are we plagued by them?
I am reminded of research done on mice at Stanford University.  The mice were stimulated with a scent that resembles cherry blossoms while simultaneously receiving an electric shock..   And as you would expect in this experiment reminiscent of Pavlov's work, every time thereafter that the mice were stimulated with the cherry blossom scent they recoiled in fear.
What was even more interesting was that the progeny of these electrically shocked mice also recoiled in fear at the scent of cherry blossoms.  For the next six generations.
When the scientists involved examined the DNA in the sperm of the original males they discovered that the fear responders on their genome had been activated.  "The sins of the fathers visited upon their children"?

The conclusion is that our environment programs us and future generations by serving as a template for response reactions.

But wait a minute.  Aren't we then holding onto the stories of our own previous lineage? Yes indeed.  We have encoded in our own DNA  all the scripting of our ancestors both on our father's line and our mother's line.  That is quite the witch's brew of experience, stories and programmed responses that have nothing to do with our current reality.

When we have unreasonable fears consuming us it is very likely a response to an outdated program that our ancestors encrypted onto the DNA script.
We all of us have stories and experiences of World Wars, The Great Depression, Persecution, Flight, Fear, Famine that generations preceding us lived through that can be triggered by the most innocuous of events.

So how do we eliminate fear from the equation?  By recognizing it as a story that we have been transporting from another era. By clearing it energetically .
This is the beauty of working with Structured Energetics.  Whether it is water, air, or sound the process of structuring corrects the error.
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