As I stepped out my door recently, heading for a celebration with my hula ohana (family), my ears were assaulted with exhortations of hellfire and brimstone coming from the church a block and a half away. I live in Harlem, and within a block-and-a-half-radius, I can count nine churches, three of them on my block alone. I’m pretty confident that if I were to do an actual inventory of churches within a five block radius, I could easily tally at least thirty churches. In Harlem, we have a wealth of worshiping opportunities, so blaring the message on a public city street that unless my beliefs align with those of the noisemakers I’m doomed to burn in hell only succeeds in pissing me off.
It was also the inspiration for the next dish, an appetizer, in my banquet of ideas: belief and knowing.
According to Merriam-Webster, the definition of belief, a noun, is: a state or habit of mind in which trust or confidence is placed in some person or thing. The same source says that the definition of knowing, an adjective, is: having or reflecting knowledge, information, or intelligence.
My husband is an Atheist; he does not believe in god. He says it’s ridiculous to believe in some kind of sky fairy who has the power to punish or reward us depending on how well, or ill, we adhere to a set of rules set down by a bunch of guys in dresses, a.k.a. the Catholic church. Few things will agitate him faster than my pointing out to him that Atheism, too, is a belief. And that Science is a belief. And that Philosophy is a belief. As you can imagine, when we reach this juncture, my sweet, brilliant husband is practically frothing at the mouth!
“How can you believe in such bullshit!” he’ll shout at me.
“I don’t.” I reply. “There is no sky fairy. There is no old man sitting on a throne in heaven playing puppeteer with people and their lives.”
“Then how can a brilliant woman like you believe in god?” he asks, totally exasperated with me.
“Because for me god is not a belief. For me, god is an experience, a knowing.”
Beliefs are not truths. They can be. Some of them. Not necessarily.
For example, astrology was considered a science at one time on the par with astronomy. In an effort to understand the workings of the universe, observations were made, correlations were drawn, and conclusions were formed that the movement of celestial bodies had a very direct connection with the fate of human bodies. Over the centuries, with much more studying and observation, it has come to be understood as a belief – or a pick-up line in a bar! At one time, cupping and blood-letting were considered to be state-of-the-art technologies in medicine. It was believed that birds fly by virtue of flapping their wings…until Leonardo Da Vinci knew otherwise and the Wright brothers brought his vision to…flight!
One of my favorite beliefs to observe is the Mercury retrograde in astrology. In a nutshell, Mercury is the planet that affects communication. All kinds of communication. Anything to do with communication. About three times a year, it appears to be orbiting backwards. This effect lasts for about three-and-a-half weeks, and during that time all kinds of havoc is wrought with communication. Stuff gets lost in the mail, computers go bonkers, I live with both feet in my mouth. It ain’t pretty! However, it is believed to be a good time to go over old stuff, do research for some future creation, keep your mouth shut and slog through.
The interesting part is that you don’t have to buy into this belief to observe an uptick in miscommunications and foot-in-mouth-disease. Mitt Romney, Republican presidential candidate, managed to piss off David Cameron, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, with some remarks he made about the Olympics in London. He also said some very interesting things about bringing the compensation of government employees in line with similar positions in the private sector: a projected reduction of 30%-40%. I would have liked hearing that he planned to even the odds by passing legislation to raise the standards in the private sector to those of the government employees – but that’s just me. It’s interesting, however, that both these utterances were made when it is largely believed that communication efforts can, and do, go amiss. Mr. Romney certainly doesn’t buy into the Mercury retrograde stuff. Heck, since Ronald Reagan I’m pretty sure Republicans eschew astrology even as a pick-up line in a bar!
Anyway, my point is this: we personally don’t have to believe a particular thing to make it so. Enough people believe it and critical mass is on their side. Once a belief becomes universal, it is very hard to shift. Takes a lot of individuals to reach critical mass – in any direction.
Beliefs, in my experience, are not the end-point in my attempt to know truth…they are the starting point. Beliefs are what I contemplate, ponder, and question. At some point through this process, the “aha” moment comes, the proverbial light bulb turns on, and I hear my small still voice urging me to take a path, or a line of thought, that wasn’t previously visible to me. Often, this path flies in the face of “conventional wisdom.” I hesitate, argue, and find reasons why this new line of thought is completely crazy. Yet, deep within, there is usually an underlying “knowing” that no matter what the appearances are, this different path is the truth I am to follow.
I’m absolutely certain that this experience is not unique to me.
We each have those “aha” moments when we know, with total certitude, that no matter what the collective belief may be, the truth is something else.
It has taken me many years, and many such “aha” moments, to understand, recognize, and hear my small still voice. It has taken even more years to have the courage to follow its guidance.
How do I “know”?
When I go with that inner guidance, things unfold in a seemingly effortless fashion. One thing seems to naturally lead to another. Ideas seem to come out of nowhere helping me bring my vision to life. It is when I succumb to the belief that what I know can’t be correct that my struggles and suffering begin and it takes forever to get to where I’m going.
We each have this inner compass to guide us. We’ve forgotten it’s there. We don’t remember how to use it. We’re afraid it no longer works. Regardless of what we remember or don’t, what we fear or embrace, the compass is there. Why not tinker with it and see what happens?