Fear Makes Us Inhuman

It’s indeed a profound question: Why would anyone become so cruel, so ignorant, so unconscious to the point of being willing to destroy life or humanity itself?

This is not only a good question—it’s an essential one.

I unconditionally believe (for now) that human nature is pure and inherently 'good.' Yet, I cannot deny the fact that many still choose to abuse, harm, and even kill one another.

So, why?

If we are inherently 'good,' made of love and peace from the beginning, how or why would we become the opposite?

Is it because of past lives and unprocessed karma? Or because of 'demons,' aliens, hidden elites? Or perhaps some higher cosmic order or astral self-made gods?

Or is it something else?

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The only reason one would hurt another is if they themselves are already in pain or fear—or both.

If we all came into this world in pure and unconditional love, then where did the first 'hurt' or 'pain' begin? Where did the cycle of suffering truly start?

When exactly did our small souls become so 'traumatized' that we might spend our entire lives trying to heal from it? What was the first rupture? The first separation? The first abandonment? The very first betrayal, existential fear, and deep pain?

Who do you still unconsciously blame for it? Who exactly are you angry at? Who was the first to transform your reality in the most unimaginable, painful ways? Who was the first person to actually make you suffer?

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I don’t know who it was for you, but for me, it was my mother.

By giving me birth and bringing me into this world, she was the first one to hurt me.

She created me, gave me life, and gave me the chance to be, survive, and live. For that, I can only be eternally grateful. But the truth is, she was also the one to deeply traumatize me through the very act of giving birth.

When I was born, expelled from the womb, my entire system went into shock. Where I lived before was warm, dark, and full of love. All my needs were met by my mother without me needing to do anything. Everything was unconditionally given to me by her.

I floated in deep waters, close to my mother's heart, loved, cared for, and held no matter what.

And then, suddenly, I was brought into a different world. Too much light, too much noise, too much of everything I had never experienced before. And I had to breathe on my own.

What’s happening? Am I dying? What the hell?

I had no idea what being born would feel like. No one warned me it would be radically different from the warmth and comfort of my mother’s womb.

Simply breathing was painful. I didn’t know what air was or how it would feel in my body. I was used to water, but the cold air in my lungs from my very first breath was an unimaginable pain. All I could do was cry and scream, while everyone around me was happy and cheering.

The cry of a new-born. Every mother fears never hearing that cry when the baby comes out. That’s why everyone is relieved and happy—because it’s a sign the baby is healthy!

And yet, for the baby, that first cry comes from the deepest fear, pain, and most confusing disconnection or separation they’ve ever experienced before.

The baby knows it has to do things on its own to survive. They must now make the effort to breathe, to eat, to move, to grow.

By giving birth, the mother has 'abandoned' them. She is responsible for their first suffering. In a way, she has betrayed and rejected them. She was the one to push them out of the womb, making life more difficult and complicated from that moment on.

So, you were born in both love and pain.

And from that point, your journey begins. You learn how to navigate both suffering and the joy of existence. You experience more and more how paradoxical life can be. You begin to understand that those who hurt you the most may also be the ones who love you the deepest.

From that point on, you start to learn what life is truly about—how it works and how to choose who you want to be. Slowly and carefully, you start to remember how to genuinely forgive those who gave you life.

For that first act of separation happened when you were born and offered to this Earth.

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Suffering isn’t about past karma or future punishments. It’s about learning, experiencing, and living. It’s about the deep learning and mastery of how to love unconditionally, how to forgive, and how to become.

The fear you need to overcome is the fear of giving yourself completely to Life and surrendering to your inner Nature.

When you’re afraid to live fully and meaningfully, you create all sorts of stories in your mind. They may make you feel more 'spiritual,' but probably not more human.

Each one of us was born Divine, wholly sacred, and blessed in pure love. We’re not here to learn how to be who we already are; we’re here to learn how to be human—how to suffer wisely, how to forgive, and how to feel, through our senses, the embodied experience of the stories our minds and spirits co-create.

You are not under the mercy of any higher force or invisible influence. The only 'higher' power over your journey was your mother. And she gave you free will, freedom, sovereignty, and inner power when she gave birth to you.

You might still be angry with her for your original pain. But you are the true creator of both your happiness and your suffering.

The hard truth is, from the moment you were born, you’ve been on your own. If your mother was kind enough to help you survive and become a normal, healthy, mature human being, you should already be forever grateful to her. You are in a great 'debt' of love to her, whether you realize it or not. And you should forgive her for everything—truly and completely—no matter how complex or intense your personal story of suffering is.

Once you do, you’ll begin to see the majestic, divine order of the cosmos. You’ll see how it was always pure, unconditional love. It always was, always is, and always will be.

It’s up to each of us to see through the many veils and tricky mirrors to experience this quality of love in every being and in every breath we’re privileged to take.