Series: The Benevolent Side of GMOs
This is another ‘Come To Jesus’ type of article for me. You may have read my first one: Science Is Laughing At Us. You may already know that I went from anti-GMO purveyor of fear to pro-science observer of the technology. If you didn’t know any of this and are curious how an individual could go from lauding the rhetoric of Jeffrey Smith or Moms Across America to being embarrassed by it a few months later, read How to Temper an Anti-GMO Blogger: My Story.
The changes appear to be lasting ones and they are about so much more than GMOs. With every new click on my laptop, I’m looking at things in new, unfamiliar ways. I’m a little shaky in fact, inside a perpetual conundrum because I don’t always know where I stand anymore, on a lot of things.
Why do I say that? Well, I’ve always been captivated by all things metaphysical, all things spiritual, all things alchemy. I’ve laid out tarot cards, charted my horoscope, been hypnotized into oblivion and had acupuncture needles inserted about my backside. Heck, I’ve even had a reiki treatment or two. Please skeptic types, don’t throw up. It’s true.
There is no question that to believe all of that stuff, one does have to have faith in the absence of hard evidence. There is always plenty of anecdotal evidence however, which can be very compelling, but of course no one can prove what is really going on during a reiki treatment or what exactly the energy I feel is when I hover my hand over a certain card and it beckons me to choose it.
All that said, my faith in the unseen began to go a bit cattywampus when I lost my only full sibling, Greg, to brain cancer a year-and-a-half ago. The scenario went something like this: prime of his life, symptoms, diagnosis, two craniotomies, chemo, radiation, some good months, some horrific months, dead. In one fell swoop, this life chapter pierced the core of who I am and continues to transform me in yet to be discovered ways. I kind of feel like an instant metamorphic rock.
The part of me that wanted answers globbed onto the anti-GMO movement in rebound fashion, but even so, and after a few months passed, something wasn’t quite right in the critical thinking quadrant of my brain and as the story goes, once the science carrot was dangled in front of my face it was game over. Tilt.
So – crap. What exactly do I believe now? In light of my current “conversion” to critical thinking, one might wonder if I have now discarded all of that fascination with the unseen? My answer is, well, not exactly! I still feel there is value in it but I admit I don’t know how much. I turn to metaphysics or spirituality when I have a question that can’t be explained by science, such as a matter of the heart. I see myself as equally possessing intuitiveness and critical thinking skills. I own a beautiful deck of Rider Waites and sometimes, nothing is as satisfying as a good ol’ celtic cross spread. I will continue to sort it all out and this all helps me illustrate my point, which is coming.
It is a type of blind acceptance that spurs otherwise intelligent people to mount their anti-GMO horses and ride them banners to the wind. The belief that GMOs just can’t be good, ever, in any case, can be so powerful that an intervention followed by 28 days in science rehab would, I fear, not help. Can you just imagine the 12-step meetings? Hi, my name is so and so and I’m a science refuser…
I went off on this tangent today partially because I had just read yet another lengthy article about the horrors of glyphosate and GMOs on Mercola’s website. The piece is so far out there in Ridiculous Land that it makes me feel bad, sad and mad – all at the same time. Millions of people read his posts and take them as gospel. I don’t know how he gets away with the things he says. The common, every day Mercola fan would find it easy to dis critical thinking when a slick ‘report’ is already cited in an article and someone you believe wholeheartedly is telling you it is legit. No need to check on things. It’s already been done! I used to be one of those millions of people who would read such an article and accept every word with no follow-up.
That too is faith. Along with some gullibility and let’s face it folks, laziness.
Julee, where are you going with all of this rambling? Nowhere earth shattering, but somewhere slightly less stressful. As I press the reset button on spirituality and metaphysics and their place in my life, as I wrestle with choices such as alternative vs. conventional medicine, yoga vs. dumbbell reps, Hesse vs. Asimov – by golly at least I can eat!
It took me 11 paragraphs but I finally said it. When it comes to food, I can relax maybe a little. I still choose whole, organic, or minimally processed food as much as possible but if I can’t make that choice, I’m really OK with plain old regular food. GM or not.
What a relief.
~Julee K @ Sleuth4Health
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