• Lorna Ilena Bussue


How much of humans do we truly know? As I looked at the video of a baby of Spanish parentage, I noted that her first and only word at that point was "Mama". This is a universal language that everyone can understand. Her response is not based on learned reactions but on a fundamental language that only become specialized as we grow and integrate into society.

I also recalled the incident of someone who was knocked unconscious but got up and ran only to collapse again while still in her state of unconsciousness.

Additionally, the lady who performed her daily tasks routinely, while in dissociation with herself cannot be forgotten. How did she complete her chores with absolutely no recollection of the event? These situations make us aware that our bodies can never be fully understood by the minds of man.

On that premise, it is not difficult to relate the Christian legend of St. Denis, who being decapitated, picked up his head and walked several miles while preaching a sermon on repentance.

Such phenomenal occurrences will always be challenged by those who are seeking answers to the unexplainable. There are some who accept that with God all things are possible while to others they will simply be obscurities of the mind. It behooves us well though, to be able to distinguish between phenomenal occurrences and the experimentations of those who seek to influence our minds.

On hindsight, various experiences based on the arrogance of those in the workplace hierarchy, have led me to believe that there are definitely aspects of God's creation that were not meant for our understanding, lest we begin to equate ourselves to him. Although we are above all other creatures in our ability to investigate, experiment and remediate, we must be kept humble in the presence of our creator.

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