The God of compassion continues to extracts poisoned portions of its love that was mixed with potions of conditions and punishment to receive its love; thereby redeeming pieces of authenticity necessary for reconstructing my wholeness. I for one did not care for the god of pity. I always just wanted the passion, thank you very much. Of course the compassion had its rightful place and I did not have to join the convent nor did I have to marry Jesus. Hooray.
Each scene of life event knows where to fit in and how the universe arranges their details to serve its purpose and account for my presence as a unique citizen of life
Interference with how I am innately wired induced damage to my brain’s ability to function as my direct communication channel with the universe just as creation personally designed me to function naturally. It survived and continues to express gratitude to its maker for accepting its as it is. This remarkable personal experience confirms its inherent heredity.
Wisdom of experience encouraged me to unsubscribe to human theory of functional development- the hurry-up syndrome to catch-up in the survival of the fittest race in a world of dog eat dog in a universe where dogs do not even mistreat their species.
Decades after swimming my way out of mother’s birth canal my cranium continues to make room to house my brain and shelter its cells as the body continues to remember its ability to function as my command center.
I willingly cooperate and allow the healer of neuropsychoimmune to cure the damage of toxic phenomena that almost fried my cells to a crisp by attempts to conform them to the human expectation of normal.
The developer that began establishing my foundation in the secret recesses of the universe knows its own timing since it also ids the perfect timer to know when what is ready; what is lifelong in the making and what is as good as it is.
Needless to say, when it comes to a class of distinction I am a happy unorthodox creature and that’s perfectly normal. Everything about me; very, very good just the way I need to accept it and, love me.
June 04, 2007
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