Wear Your Damned Seat Belt

Photo by Paul Cuoco

“Just because you are seeing divine light, experiencing waves of bliss, or conversing with Gods and Goddesses is no reason to not know your zip code.” Ram Dass

There’s a collective of women, some I know, many I don’t, who say they are rising. They are spiritually enlightened beings, part of a collective of empaths and healers and lightworkers, they stand in and live by their truth, and they are here to help other people, regular people like me, find my truth and make sure they are choices based on my truth.

Choices like not to wear a seat belt. They believe that it is their body and thus their choice not to wear a seat belt. They believe seat belts are wrong. That seat belts have dangerous side effects like allergies and illness, and rashes and sometimes even cause car accidents and death. Just plain wrong.

Here are three facts about seat belts: They prevent drivers and passengers from being ejected during a crash. They save thousands of lives each year, and increasing use would save thousands more. In one year alone, crash deaths and injuries to drivers and passengers cost $70 billion in medical and lost work costs.

But I digress.

According to these women, I wear a seat belt because I’m afraid. And, that I’m a brainwashed sheep. That’s pretty judgmental for a spiritually enlightened empath. But hey, what do I know? I’m just a sheep that wears a seat belt.

Wearing a seat belt is a preventative measure with a real-life side effect of helping to stop the proliferation of car accidents.

I saw one of these enlightened healers on Instagram Live once.

“I have to live my truth,” she said. She was sitting cross-legged in front of a Buddha fountain. She had on a blue tank top with the word Namaste written across her breast. Her right hand was on her heart, and in her left hand, palm open to the camera, she held a crystal healing quartz. Her blond hair glimmered in the golden rays of sun that streamed through the windowed wall behind her. Her eyes were closed. I guessed she was connecting to her truth. To her light. And to her audience.

“Yes,” she said. She opened her eyes. “The message I have received is that I have my truth; you have yours.”