Angelique Silberman
When will we find and unravel the ties that bind us as humans? The commitment to failure and the repetition of patterns that keep us locked in cycles of destruction?
Why would we have scientific principles, mathematics, and universal laws regarding change theories in our world if we can’t do it in real life? Change calls to us every moment in our individual power to choose.
Changing ourselves is easy when we know how. Knowing when is the most important step. Will you be courageous on your journey of self-discovery?
Let me hold the mirror for you…
Born in South Africa, and graduating as a Religious Sciences student, Angelique Silberman is a student of the world. Since her first successful venture as an entrepreneur at the age of nineteen she has had careers in international marketing and business development, the resort development industry, the oil and gas industry, and independent film production. Her talents and interests have led her around the world but she maintains a keen interest in, and a talent for, the esoteric and the metaphysical. The insight that comes from being an enthusiast of both the (Meta and Physical) Arts and the (Religious and Practical) Sciences has enabled her to offer counseling to many women and men on a variety of issues, however her focus has always been on the art of change.
As an author, she ran a children’s video review column in a local newspaper and has written many articles on many different subjects in her varied career. She has also written two films. She holds a Diploma with Honours in Journalism and Short Story Writing.
In her free time she writes, paints, sculpts, sings and reads. She also devotes time to environmental volunteer programs, most recently a marine study in the Seychelles Islands.
This, her first book, is but a small reflective snapshot of the profound insight, sharp wit, and honesty of self-appraisal that she has reaped on her remarkable journey.
Most of us have seen a red blood cell at one time or another in our lives. Vibrant healthy little trampolines of regeneration, flipping back and forth a zillion times in their life cycle between the heart and the lungs and the rest of our vast mostly oxygen-starved body. Within the human body, about 3 billion living cells die every minute. White blood cells live for about thirteen days. Red blood cells die every 120 days, while the liver cells can live for up to 100 years, if they don’t have to contend with excessive processing. All these little cells bombing back and forth, back and forth, tirelessly programmed for life. Every red blood cell is vibrant and healthy and seemingly independent of one another, but unified in purpose, and this purpose is to support life, to support us. Just another day at the office until something interesting happens—there is a change, a metamorphosis. A quantum leap in that one cell somewhere in the body snaps and mutates into a renegade. This free radical could remain healthy and do what everyone else is doing, but becomes the antagonist in this wonderful “Eden” of life support. Bing-badda-boom! This cell mutates spontaneously into something else, a dis-ease from the old French word desaise or “lack of ease.” A faulty functioning of a system or process which leads us to be at odds with what the rest of the clan is doing. Suddenly the alarms go off. There are no buzzers alerting the white-cell troops to what is happening. The rest of the body just knows that there is going to be fireworks.
It’s as though the mass consciousness of the physical signals a red alert and goes on a defense that starts the chain reaction. The body goes to war and engages in battle. Some days are better than others, and victories are made for the good guys, while other days there are huge losses and the bad guys get to gain ground on the destruction. Our logical mind and spirit are unaware of this, but our subconscious puts out the all-points bulletin. We either do something about this or we ignore it. Maybe subconsciously inside us—the place where no one really wants to look—is a place where we just want everything to run its course. We tend to accept this at a deep level as “the way things should be or are” or that “this kind of thing runs in the family,” and all this happens because secretly we have been harboring a fatalistic viewpoint on our life that nothing good can come of anything here anyway. Behind every mortal or transformational death we experience is the absolute so-called reality that everything is accepted to have its own time and place, and sooner or later, everything comes to an end.
Where did we get this notion, and has anybody managed to question why we think that everything alive or inanimate must come to the inevitable conclusion? Why is death such an absolute conclusion? We use this worn-out excuse to compromise relationships, make sense of feelings that just aren’t there anymore, and pretend that there is no explanation to life hereafter. So we have come to the human conclusion that dead is dead after all, and there is nothing anyone can say about it without being labeled as a lunatic or flake. How would we cope if we actually thought in real time that there is no death? Maybe this whole “sustaining life” thing is too tiring or we have forgotten how to make sense of all the bullshit anyway. Some of us fight, maybe our partners fight for us, and through that show us something we never saw in ourselves before. Maybe we find a higher purpose to the dis-ease and show others how to cope with theirs, and maybe our own cause-and-effect has led us to this point to be put in someone else’s shoes. In any case, due to the nature of our world as we have created it, we stumble forward, looking beyond the white cells that are fighting for our lives, to the men and women in white coats for the cure. We are poked and prodded, and our healers give us the final verdict—that of a degenerating dis-ease. All hell breaks loose. Some little rogue cell has enabled our entire body to form a coalition and together, fight an invader. This little mutation has now caused us as individuals to panic. Our ego goes into self-preservation mode. Panic leads to fear. Fear makes us lose control, and that loss of control puts us in a depressed emotional state. Now, not only are we suffering under the dictatorship of dis-ease, but we are depressed too! Sure, some of us fight, but now there is the never-ending quieting of our passion for life, the melancholy self-pitying depression that becomes the biggest battle. More often than not, this is when God hears from us—whichever God we believe in. Our first conversation with God may even start like this:
“Why now?”
