Finally!

I figure if Jesus could walk on water; and, make the wind hush, I can....
...relax and remain relax!

First, I had to learn how to. Then I learnt how to a la ma mode. Obviously, at first it felt very unnatural to breath naturally like I knew already how to.

Remembering how to required even more practise so I practised and practised and practised. Any other way was becoming darn unnatural!

I relish the dream of walking on water and shhhing and shooing the wind. Thanks to some more practise and, imagination I prevail and now I can relax without the dread of the word sneaking up on me! There are times when my shoulders would end up in cobra stance at the sound of my breath in hyperventilation mode. My muscles were becoming more callous than corned toes and soles. Damn the real threats and bless you perceived threats or was I damning the real threats and blessing the perceived threats... see, now it does not matter one bit... not much difference and a whole lot of difference! Again, honours to hindsight!

Anyway, back to the future in fast forward-rewind:
I took a long sabbatical from the discipline of mastering the act of relaxing; and I reacquainted myself with the old and familiar- hitting the panic button and setting off my internal alarm to get ready for defence at the first sense of mental barricades and much of the times the soul invaders. My stomach used to feel like a built-in roller coaster and my rib cage would cringe. Acid spewed in all directions. My shoulders were running out of its steam to reach up behind my ears as though in efforts to shield my spirit and protect my psyche from elevated cortisol attacks.
What the hell!

God? Is that you? What are you doing in hell? and, where is heaven? How do I get there?
Of course, I had already prayed that God not mind a little ridicule because taking responsibility for my choices meant that I was one on one with God at that point. I still could not understand how to best communicate with God except that I knew that I had to be honest…totally honest. Constant, stringent self-examination and accepting the personal challenges as friends made those pursuits transform to hot dates with my essence... of course I was almost out of breath by then and had better be nice to the source so I could receive free refills. Conversely, meeting OmniGod where I was at took my breath away!

The next move was inevitable- after one of those tumblers of refills of love, smooches, hugs and resting, not minding the dross and the out of shape physique, I began contemplating the benefits of breathing. That’s life itself! The trap that the grave set to catch me ran out of bait just as it thought it had me…

After one of the famous "Northeaster" zoomed in and out, the zephyr danced in. I imagine that is what happened when OmniGod breathed into Adam’s rib. Wow OmniGod!

Thank God there is no where you cannot go or be. Talk about on call and waiting!

I sprang to life and began fitting back into the Creator's original mould; at first that too felt unnatural! Nowadays, living in any other cocoon is downright unnatural.

Maybe that is what the biblical scholar meant when describing Jesus going up to the next level- celebrated as the Ascension of the Lord into Heaven.

Walking on water is an inviting fork on the spiritual path and commanding the wind of change to alter its course or reduce its velocity and devastating temper seem within reach. Doing that though, to me, is similar to wanting to remove the thorns from the rose bush; the thing is, I am also definitely convinced that there are instances when doing so is absolutely necessary. So in the end mastering the skill of knowing when to be in cobra stance and when to be like a lamb led to the slaughter stall is discernment.

Sincerely and steadfastly, (without a shadow of a doubt) walking on water and hushing the wind and living in a world of conundrum and green pastures by still waters is highly attainable and with that knowing I ground my mind and…

… I relax.