The Great Wall of the ‘80s: What My Bedroom Taught Me About Biology
From “Keeping the Peace” to Repairing Our Internal Barriers
Memorable Monday Musings: What was on YOUR wall?
If you close your eyes, can you still smell the Love’s Baby Soft you used before school? Or maybe the scent of that one favourite lip gloss? 🥰
There is something so powerful about realizing that the “investigator” in me wasn’t born in a lab or a clinic. It was born in a bedroom filled with posters of athletes and detectives while I was searching for my own “why.”
My “Great Wall of the ‘70s and ‘80s” was a mix of perma-smiles and performance. Looking back, the clues to my life’s mission were always pinned to those walls:
The Athletes: Nadia Comăneci and the gravity-defying Mikhail Baryshnikov. I was mesmerized by the discipline, the focus and the grace of movement. 🤸♀️🩰
The Detectives: The Hardy Boys and Charlie’s Angels. I’ve always loved a good mystery, trying to answer why people do what they do. 🔍
The Musical Souls: The Bay City Rollers, Donny & Marie and the Osmonds, Sonny & Cher, Supertramp and Madonna. I was drawn to those “tortured poets” and soothing harmonies that felt like a hug for the heart. 🎶
The “Dream” Families: I loved the shows Family, The Waltons, The Brady Bunch and Eight Is Enough. I couldn’t understand how large families got along when my tiny family of 4 was rooted in chaos.🙏
Tucked between those posters was my rosary. As a young girl who sang in the choir and assisted with weddings, I spent many nights kneeling beside my bed—not because my home was a sanctuary, but because I was creating one.
In the midst of a childhood rooted in chaos rather than love, I spent those nights bartering with the Universe to help me find the root cause of the suffering around me.
I would ask the darkness: Why didn’t Dad want to see his kids? What did I do so wrong that made me unlovable? 🌑📿
Looking back, I see that the Peace Pathologist and Forensic practitioner were already waking up. I was investigating the “why” behind the pain even then, while the world was telling me to just be “logical.”
Repairing the Leaky Walls Within
Today, as a root-cause Buddhist biohacker, I’ve moved from “keeping the peace” to finding it within our biology. I’ve traded those paper posters for a deep dive into our biological walls.
The “Mould Magnet” in Our Environment
In my work, we focus on the “leaky” barriers that often begin to crumble after age 40. Just like the walls of a home that are leaking, our internal “fences” need maintenance to keep us safe and sound.
But we must also look at the physical walls around us. If you are living under a flat roof, be mindful—these can often become a “mould magnet” if they aren’t properly maintained. Just as a leaky roof invites toxins into your sanctuary, a leaky biological barrier invites inflammation into your body.
For the high-sensing soul, a “non-toxic nest” isn’t just a luxury; it is a biological necessity for peace. When we repair the flat roofs and the leaky walls of our external environment, we give our internal barriers the space they need to heal and find their rhythm again.
We have over 40 of these barriers, including the Gut Axis, the Blood-Brain Barrier and our Lung, Skin and Joint Barriers.
When these internal walls become leaky, we lose our rhythm. We feel “logical” but disconnected. My mission remains the same: saving the lives of those drowning with a life-threatening “leaky body” by repairing those internal walls so they can stop “leaking” energy and start living with a soulful, non-attached love.
Rooted in Love
As I look back on those “posters and prayers,” I realize I am no longer just a seeker of peace. I have found the “why” I was searching for because my moments are now filled with the deepest love I have ever known: the love for my own inner child.
By honouring my unique biology and repairing those internal walls, I am finally resting in peace. After a lifetime of insomnia rooted in the leaky chaos of the past, I have finally found the gift of deep, restorative sleep.
I want to hear from you in the comments:
What poster defined the “younger you”?
Looking at what you were attracted to then... have you found your “why” yet?
Are you ready to stop seeking and start resting?
💜🥰☮️🌎🙏
Sending Loving Kindness from Canada’s Capital,
Dee
Momma-Lovey Peace
DestresswithDee SOS
My Great Wall of the '70s & '80s: Every poster was a clue to the Peace Pathologist I was becoming.
