人體細胞中的「發電廠」：粒線體，其基因全數來自母親，這些能量製造中心，其實源於遠古與細菌共生的遺跡。這兩條遺傳軌道—來自母親、來自細菌，彼此獨立，卻同樣關鍵，值得我們深入探究，或許能從中釐清生命的本質脈絡。

 

生命，來自母親，也源於細菌。進化在提醒我們什麼？

英文中常以「Mother Nature」稱呼大自然，強調自然就像母親一般，孕育萬物、庇護生命，也暗示我們應以敬重母親的心態，來尊敬自然。

 

在直系血脈的傳承中，最親密的關係往往是母親與子女。母親對孩子的愛影響深遠，而她的教養方式，往往形塑了孩子的性格與價值觀。

 

在《說出真相，讓你自由》中，作者黛博拉・金回憶自己年幼時被父親性侵的創傷。長期的壓抑與沉默，最終化為她身上的癌症，不是因為基因突變，而是因為童年深埋的恐懼與傷痛。

把性侵轉為霸凌，把「不能說」的秘密變成「不便說」的痛，成年後的病痛，有多少其實源自原生家庭的教養？

經驗告訴我，比例之高，遠遠超過我們的想像。

 

為什麼愛與恨之間，常常只隔著一線？因為愛裡摻雜了雜質、附加了條件、缺乏了理解，因為那不是真正的愛。

母親愛孩子幾乎是無庸置疑的，但若她期待孩子無條件迎合自己的價值觀，而孩子卻屢屢讓她失望，這份愛可能會轉化為極端的控制，甚至近乎傷害。

如果母親本身的價值觀是錯誤教育的延續，如果她的人格極度不成熟，那些「不可能發生」的情節，真的會發生，並對孩子造成難以修復的創傷。

 

問題在於，我們不懂疾病的軌跡，也不了解情緒可能潛伏數十年後才引爆。

暴力父親的案例並不少見，而這些暴力的主要對象，往往是母親。孩子所承受的痛苦，有時甚至超過他們親身遭遇的霸凌。

對父親懷恨在心的案例屢見不鮮，這種情結尤其令人擔憂。親子關係不好可能只是生活的不便，但若因此在身體上「長出東西」，那就不容忽視了。

 

我曾記錄過妻子半夜煮宵夜給兒子的溫馨畫面，類似的觀察反覆出現，幾乎每位母親都捨不得孩子餓肚子。

這種愛的出發點並無錯誤，問題出在觀念。

就像孩子一點小感冒就急著送醫，缺乏正確健康觀念的父母，養出來的往往是從小病到大的孩子。

 

從小就習慣吃西藥的家庭並不少見，不信任身體的父母，除了依賴食物，更依賴藥物。

成年後罹患重病的體質，早在童年便已種下種子。

在這一切中，母親的角色尤其關鍵。

 

母愛本身無瑕，但社會教育卻常將母愛導引至錯愛：過度、扭曲、誤解的愛。

從各個面向來看，為人父母若無適當的教育與覺知，愛也可能成為傷害的起點。

對家庭教育的觀察，最終都會回到「身教」：不成熟的父母，難以教出成熟的孩子；暴力傾向的父母，就是最強烈的錯誤示範。

如果我們將癌症視為一種疾病，那麼它的根源往往不是來自身體，而是可以追溯至童年的家庭經驗與親子關係。

 

再從醫學系的高分門檻，看今日社會的病相：多少人其實不喜歡當醫生，卻仍選擇成為醫生？

對他們而言，醫生只是「穩定的工作」、「有社會地位的行業」，並非他們內心真正的志業。

為什麼？因為價值觀的教育是一代一代的傳承，希望子女當醫生的父母，重視的往往是體面與收入，而非孩子的真心與快樂。

 

我記得二十年前參加大學同學會，女同學們爭相談論孩子的學業成績，那場價值論述令人窒息。

從那次以後，她們的「媽媽經」在我眼前徹底消失，我從此不再參加那種同學會。

 

人到底該重視什麼？這是民間氣場留給我最深的反思。

就在同一時間，我與母親的關係也正走入低谷。

 

做自己，真的不容易。而最大的阻礙，往往來自父母。

在這樣的議題中，「偉大的母愛」時常成為「錯愛」的載體。

但做自己，畢竟才是健康的根本。這一點，有多少人能附議？

 

總是要等失去健康之後，才開始尋找真正的自己。

而這樣的悲劇，竟然是人類世界的常態，為什麼？

 

（母親的角色，擁有永恆不滅的影響與力量。）

 

Misguided Love

The “power plants” within our cells—mitochondria—inherit all their genes from the mother. These energy-producing centers are, in fact, remnants of ancient bacteria with which our cells once formed a symbiotic relationship. Two independent genetic lineages—one maternal, one bacterial—yet both equally vital. Exploring them might help us uncover the fundamental patterns of life itself.

Life originates from both the mother and from bacteria. What is evolution trying to tell us?

In English, nature is often referred to as “Mother Nature,” highlighting nature’s nurturing role, much like a mother who gives life and shelters all beings. It also implies that we ought to revere nature with the same respect we reserve for our mothers.

In biological inheritance, the bond between mother and child is the most intimate. A mother’s love profoundly influences a child’s life, and the way she raises her children often shapes their personality and values.

In “Truth Heals”, author Deborah King recalls the trauma of being sexually abused by her father in childhood. Years of repression and silence eventually manifested as cancer—not due to genetic mutation, but as a result of the deep-seated fear and pain buried in her early years.
When abuse is reframed as “bullying,” and secrets become unspeakable pain, how many adult illnesses actually stem from childhood conditioning in the family?
In my experience, the proportion is far higher than we might imagine.

Why is the line between love and hatred often so thin?
Because love, when tainted by impurity, burdened with conditions, and lacking in understanding, is no longer true love.

A mother’s love is rarely questioned. Yet, if she demands her child to unconditionally conform to her values and is met with disappointment, that love may turn into control—or even harm.
If a mother’s values are rooted in flawed teachings, if her character is deeply immature, then the “unthinkable” can indeed occur—leaving behind trauma that may never fully heal.

The problem is, we don’t understand the trajectory of illness, nor do we realize that emotions can lie dormant for decades before erupting.
Abusive fathers are not uncommon, and their violence is often directed at the mother. Yet, the pain endured by the child can exceed even the harm they directly experience.
Bitterness toward one’s father is not rare. This emotional knot is especially concerning.
A strained parent-child relationship may seem like an inconvenience in daily life—but when it manifests in the body as disease, it can no longer be ignored.

I once documented a touching moment of a mother cooking a midnight snack for her son. This kind of loving gesture is common—nearly every mother finds it unbearable to see her child go hungry.
The intention is not wrong, but the problem lies in the belief system.
Just like parents rushing a mildly sick child to the doctor—without proper health education, they often raise children who are ill from an early age and stay that way into adulthood.

Many families are accustomed to taking Western medicine from a young age. Parents who don’t trust the body often rely on medicine even more than on food.
Chronic illnesses in adulthood are often seeded in childhood.
In all of this, the mother’s role is particularly pivotal.

Motherly love, in its purest form, is flawless.
Yet social conditioning often distorts it—into excessive, twisted, or misunderstood affection.
In every sense, when parenting lacks awareness and education, love can become the very beginning of harm.

All reflections on family education eventually circle back to one thing: parental example.
Immature parents struggle to raise mature children.
Violent parents are the most powerful negative role models.
If we regard cancer as an illness, its roots often lie not in the body—but in early childhood experiences and the parent-child dynamic.

Look again at the high academic thresholds of medical school, and you’ll see the ailments of our society:
How many people actually dislike being doctors, but still choose the path?
To them, being a doctor is a “stable job,” a “prestigious profession”—but not a heartfelt calling.
Why?
Because values are passed down through generations. Parents who urge their children to become doctors often care more about status and income than about their children’s happiness or authenticity.

I remember attending a college reunion two decades ago. The female classmates were intensely discussing their children’s grades. The conversation was suffocating.
Since then, their “mom talk” has vanished from my life—I never went back to another reunion.

What should we truly value in life?
That remains the deepest question society has left me to contemplate.

At the same time, my relationship with my own mother was reaching its lowest point.

To be oneself is no easy feat. And often, the greatest obstacle is one’s own parents.

In such matters, the “greatness of maternal love” often becomes the very vessel of misguided love.
Yet being true to oneself is the true root of health.
But how many people would agree with that?

Only after health is lost do people begin searching for their true selves.
And tragically, this has become the norm in the human world.
Why?