The Biology of Belief - Bruce H. Lipton [4]
Some scientists in reviewing this book asked, “So what’s new about this work?” Leading-edge scientists are familiar with the concepts proposed herein, and that’s a good thing. The problem is related to the fact that over 99 percent of the rest of the population, the “lay audience,” is still operating from antiquated and disem-powering beliefs about being victims of their genes.
While research scientists might be familiar with this new and truly radical shift in awareness, these insights have yet to trickle down to the general public. The media worsens the situation by misleading the public with a never-ending onslaught of stories presumably identifying a gene that controls this cancer or that malady. Consequently, the intention behind this book is to translate the significance of this leading-edge science so that it is accessible to the lay audience. It is my sincerest hope that you will recognize that many of the beliefs propelling your life are false and self-limiting and you will be inspired to change those beliefs. Understanding on a scientific level how cells respond to your thoughts and perceptions illuminates the path to personal empowerment. The insights we gain through this new biology unleash the power of consciousness, matter, and miracles.
The Biology of Belief is not a self-help book; it is a self-empowerment book. The information offers knowledge of self and from that knowledge comes the power to control your life.
This information is powerful. I know it is. The life I have created using this awareness is so much richer and satisfying that I no longer ask myself: “If I could be anybody, who would I be?” For now, the answer is a no-brainer. I want to be me!
Introduction
The Magic of Cells
I was seven years old when I stepped up onto a small box in Mrs. Novak’s second grade classroom, high enough to plop my eye right onto the lens and eyepiece of a microscope. Alas, I was too close to see anything but a blob of light. Finally I calmed down enough to listen to instructions to back off from the eyepiece. And then it happened, an event so dramatic that it would set the course for the rest of my life. A paramecium swam into the field. I was mesmerized. The raucous din of the other kids faded, as did the back-to-school smells of freshly sharpened pencils, new waxy crayons, and plastic Roy Rogers pencil cases. My whole being was transfixed by the alien world of this cell that, for me, was more exciting than today’s computer-animated special-effects movies.
In the innocence of my child mind, I saw this organism not as a cell but as a microscopic person, a thinking, sentient being. Rather than aimlessly moving around, this microscopic, single-celled organism appeared to me to be on a mission, though what kind of mission I didn’t know. I quietly watched over the paramecium’s “shoulder” as it busily comported itself in and around the algal mat. While I was focusing on the paramecium, a large pseudopod of a gangly amoeba began to ooze into the field.
Just then my visit to this Lilliputian world ended abruptly when Glenn, the class bully, yanked me off the step and demanded his turn at the microscope. I tried to get Mrs. Novak’s attention, hoping that Glenn’s personal foul would get me another minute at the microscope free-throw line. But it was just minutes before lunch time and the other kids in line were clamoring for their turn. Immediately after school, I ran home and excitedly relayed my microscopic adventure to my mother. Using my best second-grade powers of persuasion, I asked, then begged, then cajoled