Dare to feel

Know; knowing what is true, what can be true and what cannot be true is a life tangled in a gale of wailing.

Wanting to know, at least to know, is a step in averting utopia and doomsday

Channeling life in sync with the cosmos is a giant leap out of fear kingdom into hello every day happiness kingdom

And of course there is the bliss abbey where the milk and honey is always a good sustenance whether plenty or scanty

Feel hungry, feel angry, feel aroused, feel pain, feel happy, feel miserable, feel bored, feel lost, feel empty feel full

Feel…feel…feel.

Then

Know the feeling... feel the feeling…feel the oneness of duality

Watch ignorance walk away- unscribe that- watch ignorance scurry away!

There may still be hungry growling stomach but gut will always have way to satisfy it

So I dare feel and feel all I feel as what is
Pain, hunger, anger, compassion, peace, bliss

Whatever is true, whatever is not true and whatever cannot be true becomes real when I feel

Dare to feel: the answer to a lifetime of ignorance

Dear knower of everything

Here I am enjoying a very intimate rest with the sun’s warmth penetrating through the windows and exploding the apartment with its glorious rays (raise) of sunshine that is radiating my mind with wonderful stories of what may have been and my heart is allowing me to understand and make sense of all the intricate details that tried to hide the simple facts of life; details that almost swallowed my trust of life, engulf my sanity in life and reverence for life. In retrospect you enlightened me to realize how much life and how many lives had been sacrificed to maintain such stories. And all this masking of truth still cannot severe my connection with the creator and my role as cocreator in helping the cosmos in enriching the magic kingdom of creation. I accept my very own knowing of what is and that is all I can handle responsibly so I heretofore renew my covenant with life, my very own commitment to enjoy life and be grateful for being alive and contented with my magical abilities handed to me by the God of all creation.

Thank you for clearing up the records of mumbo jumbo and in so doing stop lives from passing on poison from generation to generation and in the process killing souls with despair. Letting go of my role to participate in and encouraging such massacre is the best I can do to discontinue misuse of life situations and allow life to reuse this energy for lifting up of souls, by choosing to be willing to remind myself that I am spirit and everyone too, is spirit. That is all I need to believe in as my spiritual purpose and soulful mission

Emotions and Attitude

Removing the crusty scars of life bruisers and ouches of everyday experiences that made the core sore has been a very sensitive suave cleanser.

Ever since I accepted that all the roads I took inevitably brought me to the bridge that connects mortality and immortality, I am living on the edge of life relaxed and my mood is undisturbed. Talk about the healing benefits of serenity, courage and wisdom; add to that is the spirit of power, of love and of sound mind- gifts given by the creator to even the least in the kingdom that Jesus mentioned in one of his many parables more than two thousand years ago; and since God had already made it clear that heaven and earth can pass away and the power of the word can still yield amazing miracles, then why not sleep in the stern of the boat even in the middle of a storm of change that make earth do the Macarena and my mind sing hallelujah. That was the most trying stunts I took on; I mean I was determined to prove God, test my cocreating ability using the same words God used and on top of all this, I was strongly intended to interpret Jesus’ parables as it made sense to my understanding. Consequently, I have attained my status in heaven- be still and know

Life situation is still life situations and I am still a cocreator of my life’s journey and therefore I am willing to do so with as little resistance as possible and all the cooperation I can agree to make with life and its cocreation all because I am grateful to be an eligible earthling in one of the many mansions of the creator even after I wrestled with the mind, the soul and even the spirit to the point that the body wondered if I really was interested in vying to make it immortal too. Though it is not immortal it sure carries immortal ability as the house of the mind, soul and spirit. That’s a pretty good reason to encourage my body to heal and so I continue to attend to maintain a healthy PMESS. The purified emotions and refined attitude towards life and living is helping me to enjoy the ride on life’s merry go round on my earth-heaven aka Planet Earth

Percolating my pot of dreams

Attending to the daily business of living in the now has brought me to the point where adjusting my intention to circulate in sync with the cosmos makes a lot of sense; much more sense than hoarding resources in fear of not having enough to attend to my everyday essential needs to last as long as I choose to live on this planet in form and breath

From hand to mouth has taken on a whole new concept in my collection of personal ideas of thrifty tithing and counting my chicken is a welcome pastime without the lace of anxiety embroidering my dreams

I of course attend to the pot. I stir it, I turn up or turn down the heat accordingly, I change the size of the simmering pot when appropriate and when it needs me to stop uncovering it to check out its status I leave the lid on and enjoy Earth School lessons real time in the meantime

Heaven’s holler alerts me when harvest is ready.

Eternal life, eternal love in eternal now

As sure as the sun rising in the east yet never goes to sleep so to is heaven on earth without gaps of hell.

That is a tale that I created while taking a ride on the sun’s tail as my curiosity enjoys travelling from east to west to watch how the sun shines up north and down south

Wow!

That was sun’s signalling me to return to undivided awareness of unbounded time and just be, while it takes me places

Another dream becomes real

My mind’s voluntary submission to become a renowned humble servant of spirit makes me so happy to be me, after all

The journey was long- never mind was- the journey is long. In fact there is no arrival target. Just lots of continuous points in the junction of life and now that the mind finally gets it, it wants to enjoy life on life’s terms. I suppose that now that it is hanging out with God it has more than a glimpse of what’s coming so it can satisfactorily live in the minute of nows. That is all I had ever always wanted from God, anyway! or maybe it was something I wanted God to give back to me.

So thank you life and all your obstacles of shebang for helping God out

From triggers to treasures

When the limited scope of unlimited resourcefulness evaporates like the misty morning moonlight, I can transform the worst idea of a guideline into protocol protoplasm according to the celestial accounting system. The thing is, I was expecting that this meant that fiscal figures would be bigger and glycemia guide glide gone. It did not quite take that idea of mine and process it to achieve my meagre result. It totally override my intention and instead manifested manageable means of attending to life’s timeless investment in a biological bank. Living with very little way back when began to smile in unison with my current take on creativity of wise invention of conscious living and happiness and eliminate abnormal concern from the conscience closet of my temple

Once I got the hint from the cosmos more clearly and intensely after signing up with Earth School, I had to rethink my expectation system and shift gears to higher ground terrain with a greater sense of responsible self respect. That is where the gazelles hang out and maybe that is why they are beautiful and graceful. Many times the eagle in me flew so high and that was all good because it made me stay young and strong. I could not always see too well from that distance and that’s when my nose decided to wake up and resume full duty and I began to have the felt sense that an eagle had so as to make it act swift like a jaguar even though it is an eagle.

Stalking God became an art of wonder full of natural magic and wandering opportunities while in the forest that my mind had become. Just like that, what was not so pleasant became alluring and what was alluring became sacred and still very much or even more alluring and more sacred

Is it any wonder a child will walk only when coordination, strength, determination and a big mind of curiosity to explore its world and the world go hand in hand; that and the need for instinct to remain in tact as it moves mountains and cut big trees like little axe until it comes to perform stunts like fighting God and win- the rest make triggers of the mind trigger the spirit to keep going, keep living and always keep being happy!

Well there's a trigger opportunity to laugh a big roaring laugh at life’s most scary monsters in the forested mind! Party time! Laughter, music, and bliss as soul downloads my heart’s compassion to live on earth as it is heaven!

Equilibrium of Emotions

My heart is freely accepting its upgrade directly from Cosmos. Life situations caused some bruisers that wounded the image of my sacred heart and God continues to calculate accountability that assists in empowering me to review and redeem my personal style of success. As a result I am appreciating the morsels of wisdom that heart developed in the refiner’s fire right alongside mind during soul-salvingsalvagingssalvation-sessions with Spirit.

I know that allowing life and, its situations to correct and adjust their parameters can encourage mindbodyspiritsoul alignment with Iamness impeccability so God can carry on providing me with opportunities for boosting my willingness to fuel appropriate actions to support to enrich experiences so I move from creating visions and dreams to actualizing fulfillment of realistic reality.

I strongly feel that much of the pain and even some scars in memory continue to meddle with your full acceptance of your cosmic endowment and Godgifted abilities after having sacrificed yourself for so long. I want you to know, "I admire the resilience of your spirit as you change what you can- responsibly- and, allowing Universe to somehow transcend you through trying times.

As I journey on I consciously choose to use my accumulated acumen to guide me along. I shine my own light and let the Universe distribute the brightness in a fashion that determines how I can best share love and deliver kindness with respect and dignity. And so I, Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis, choose to help humanity to accept that though matter how, each, each person is pricelessly precious and like the perfect piece of a puzzle is designed to fit in the Universe!

I can relax, recuperate and, receive the bountiful blessings of being wise, wealthy and, well as I continue to view life events through the eye of my soul and filter the contents of memory through the lens of compassion.
Cheers Universe and, Inner Me!

Homily on Humble Me

Life concocted many incidents that helped me behave as though I were an accident created by God and that there is nothing I can do to help this God correct its errors that caused me to be defected. Of course, secretly I was entertaining the idea that God has great purpose for me and secretly I was expressing deep disappointment that God created me as an inferior inmate in his kingdom. This birthed feelings of rejection in its perfect power to create all things perfect. What about me! I used to cry to God as I shed invisible tears that spilled all over God canvas so as to make sure it did not create more rejects and if he made them he would have to keep them in his workshop indefinitely. To top up these messages that were welling-up in my wellness I was petrified that God knows about out all my thoughts on its idea of immaculate image of its likeness. An idea that made me petrified even more is that God has the unsurpassed ability to abandon me when I need it most or altogether and much, much more damning is that God can finish me off by letting me roast alive

Back then roasting alive or hanging from a cross made no sense as means of confirming God’s support of conformity, compliance or compensation God’s Gift of Life. Accepting all the dogmas that indoctrinated my soul to believe it was lost and abandoned was more agony than seared nerves and oxidized cells.

All I can say to God right now is,

Thank you for all that brought me to the nook of knowing myself firsthand and, accepting my perfected purpose to serve Universe just as I AM

One more thing I can say to God right now,
I apologize for accusing God of miscreating its image and likeness in me

Angel of introspection, thank you for helping God to assist me in digging me out of the archives of misguided representation of facts

The heart- the access point of heaven

That makes the barriers at the pearly gates step aside and then in full swing walk out of site from the mansion which I now refer to as my body/temple many cells that want to resume instinctive duty

The chambers and ventricles have been efficiently and fervently removing all the plaques of plauge I had decorated on their immaculate walls; kind of like graffiti that served no intrinsic beauty and instead just depleting the protective plastering of the heart and all its many rooms in an alluring mansion called me. The many pathways called veins, arteries, capillaries were eroding not because of life but because of time and spirit says Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis we have all the time so let’s do it! Lets make you, you! It is not too late, remember; and you do not have to die to crack your heart open or cremate it to see all the love that was in there- hiding!

I said, WOW God, I am ready!

Frankly, it is a classic case of which came first. Was I ready and then my heart stepped up back on its podium or did my heart step up back on its podium and then I became ready

That’s another one of those trying to explain the unexplainable yet ably to express it flawlessly

God Knows!

Angeal-Eyes this is your real Mc Coy here!

I am so divinely honoured to have you working with me that I am forever and now ready to serve you- like I have always been

I had nothing left to hold on to and you know that because you were willing to give up everything you had and offer it back to me

I know you paid a dear price when the world’s interpretation of your uncompromising surrender began overtly about a decade ago. In fact it began long before a decade ago. You were at the point where you were ready to pick up your cross even though at first your intention was to smash God with it when you found where he was hiding while taking scores of how many times you fell. I mean that gave you such vigour because you really planned on finishing me off with one hit of that heavy burden you thought and almost believed that I had endowed you with. And I must hand it to you Angeal-Eyes; I let you use that motive because I know it was getting me to get to you and you to me, your real McCoy.

Heaven meant that much to you that you wanted it here and then just like the Prodigal son. Since you already have your PhD in analogy and personal biblical vocabulary interpretation you are well on your way to making sure real McCoy makes sure that the Judge and Victim never outwits with its deriding drill about deviation of death, valuation of possession and scope of afterlife or about your value compared to that of the sparrows and beautiful flowers!

You always had it you to let me do what Colossians 3:10 hinted to you, “ this is the new being which God, it s Creator, is constantly renewing in his image, in order to bring you to a full knowledge of himself”*
Well come aboard earth’s ride Relax
Don’t flap anything; don’t grip on to anything
Just relax
Your real McCoy

*Good News Bible- extreme faith version

Prediction of reality

Predictions make events fit time; life directs the outcome in no time. That, to me, is why situations shows up just in time when time itself is obsolete.

That is my personal explanation of innate condition to help me to totally accept that life will deliver each day’s resources on schedule. Giving it to me too soon means that I have all kind of ideas brewing about how to make it better. The perfect cannot be improved upon; hence why meddling in life’s accounting system only messes up the perfect outcome waiting for the perfect timing, perfect condition and so patience takes on a whole new space in my gut.

What I planned to happen decades ago is beginning to only show up now and had I not begin to understand how life works, I would have been alive on a deathbed waiting to bake my brownie points in my breathless lifetime residence oven while my dreams and predictions of reality roll on by in the world of existing.

Now a days I just live well alone and alone well I know for sure now that I cannot add even a grain of salt more than life wants me to and I cannot make life hand me a day that is not yet ready all because I had it all planned even way back in the sacred womb as an embryo. Time and no time work in unity with the cosmos in the meantime I continue to cooperate with and enjoy life. I do not quite understand life’s principle, I just know enough to trust that it works; it works very well. The rest I do not need to know in advance because in life there is no advance or retroadvance; there always just is- no was, no will be because both can become shaky foundations; is, is always sure, well grounded, centred and balanced

Indeed life happens even while it is unattended-now

Squeezing through the eye of a needle

The way I had to rummage through a mere few decades of my lifetimes made doing so through the eyes of a needle in a haystack very impressive

The waking of my very own morsel of God that had lying latent in my gut and going crazy in an effort to flow freely in and out so it can work along side life with me was well worth the wake up call that almost destroyed the alarm signal and somehow still left itself in tact. That is far better than the idea of trading places and giving a camel my opportunity to make it to heaven

I tell you when it was not the sparrow story it was the eye of the needle and the camel stunt. Something always got my attention in this illumining book call the scriptures of biblical history passed on from generation to generation as an empirical guide that can almost replace the internal guide itself-almost.

Just like a map will help direct the most appropriate route on a journey and still reserve options of departure and stops along the way of the intended itinerary, so too does logical intellect need the magical aspect of intentioner or the creator or aka and better known as God and of course God needs the intellect and its intelligence. How I choose to understand it or not understand or want to understand it to even meet it is often subject to change; so long as I can always have God as my conduit to the tree of life, of knowledge, of wisdom, of truth of agreeing to let me challenge it as much as it challenges me to want to challenge it so as to know it, intimately

That is why no camel or sparrow and no life after death gossip was going to get in my way of heaven on earth- live, and now!

The eyes of the brain

What’s that smell?!

It is the instinct that intuition developed to remind the nostril that its keen sense of smell serve an indispensable purpose- to communicate back with the creator what is happening in outer space way away from the eye to see.

That is why the nose- the olfactory bulbs is the one that is connected most directly with the sixth sense- the hypothalamus and is it any wonder why it is connected to appetite, imagination, and is very involved with the creation and procreating and intimacy and attraction survival kit of the cosmos.

Ask any pet how it knows to alert its companion of something that makes the mind wonder in admiration. Why is the eagle able to spot its meal and mate miles and miles of miles away? Why is a jaguar so swift? Why are scientists so in awe of wild creature’s habits and how they can be so free to be? When the nose is allowed to sniff odours that may seem a little off to the mind it is because it had been ostracized and mutilated from it brains stem and so the four remaining senses have to compensate to keep the organism instinctive. Instinct is a birthright for a very heroism reason- its mission is to ensure survival of creation and the creator

Redeeming Life's Gift Certificate

Dear Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis

We know that your intention for a very long time has been to heal, keep us young and strong, lively, happy and fit to make it to heaven without having to die to do so eternally.

We are happy to be your cells even though some of us have to alter the way we would normally assist you. Just continue to give us the necessary rest, food, exercise, respect and good loving that we ask of you and we will serve you till infinitum.

In harmony,

Your Cells- your very own cells

Hello, Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis

Thank you for letting me use you to fully express my intention to encourage life to be good to you. I appreciate and highly commend you for staying the course with me even when mind wanted to boss you around without any care for what spirit wants even for its very own good.

You are managing life very impressively even though you needed to restructure your life. Of course I know that it is not easy! Creativity is immensely gratifying to all the six senses and I am with you though matter what.

Your Pure Essence
SoulSpirit

My Dear Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis

I am so sorry for all the mess I tried to make of you

I know that you have already dismissed all charges against me; I am forever graceful to you for allowing spirit to overlook my bossiness. Your body kept telling me to ease off and to even back off to the point that it dismissed me as its advisor. I thought I would topple heaven for kicking me to the curb which landed me in the fire of refinement and discipline. Now I can look back and say thank you very much, Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis.

I have accepted spirit’s offer to take over all right and left brain tasks so that I can take a well needed recuperation because I also endured a lot of bruisers I too have to heal; of course only spirit knows how to treat me well. Soul has agreed to take care of you in my leave of absence and will only call on me when it knows that it is for the harmony of purposeful intention for the good of body soul me and spirit conection. Hence, I am still very much alive, just that I need to stay well and honour my agreement with Spirit.

I love you Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis; I really do!

Your Mind

Ananda

Enjoying the unknown outcomes of events with the certainty of not knowing for sure is a gift that surpasses all other gifts. I call it the gift of uncompromised surrender to the one who knows all and is ready and willing to let me in on its intention on a moment-by-moment notice in an instant, just when I need it best; no holding back of treasure, resources or discernment and expecting me to hit the bull’s eye blindfolded

The interesting thing is this seems like the definition of faith, of trust and trusting the old definition I had understood faith to be. It was a very messed up interpretation that my mind just used to insist was the best way to know God; kind of like grasping at straw and looking for a needle in a haystack- Let’s just say it did not work favourably for me. Indeed, to each its own on that one.

I wanted a God that was more live, alive and always available to hang out with me without feeling like I am an eyesore. Not a God who was just too eager to scorn me without even considering reasonable discipline or even give me the chance to share my side of the story or a chance to ask did you do this, that, it? After all, with a God like this who needs hell? And who can fathom entering heaven? And who would not want to find a way to have all the answers beforehand so it can figure out things eons away and spot trouble faster than the wind?

Thankfully those days are gone! Those days of dealing with that kind of God are far-gone. And thankfully because of those days I can now hang out with my essential. Essence

The mind wanted to compete with spirit on that point. That though, has become a discipline rod for the mind. Spirit is very capable to handle it with care, caution and integrity because spirit knows that the mind bruises easily

Attending Earth School is a full time life long agreement with the Cosmos that makes me enjoy being on earth as it is heaven and so far so good. The only objective is to enjoy and share the bliss of being an earthian.

In God's world there really is no secret or monster

The truth is always there right along for the ride. The truth is too, I never thought I would be able to break or even crack the nut of secret or monster!

Hiding facts and even going as far as carrying them along as artifacts is not what the body is here for, it is here to heighten instinctive ability and that of course is squelched in order to obtain a cure for death. I can understand wanting to remove the sting of death but to murder in order to accomplish that! That’s insidious. That is something I do not want to even have added to my myrrh and hyssop embalmment before cremation after the party that raises all the dust gone before me so they can party and never want to return to the dust.

Jesus is always showing me his ‘at the Wedding of Cana’ moves- pretty impressive! You have to be there to see it.

So next time someone approaches me with the 'you have to scream, and accept stupid suffering and foolish fear' in order to get a glimpse of glory of creator after you die, I know it is not a messenger of my God and I will just carry on resting in peace just like Jesus was in the stern of the boat in the middle of the sea of Galilee during a storm because that’s when distraction show up and I need to head to the womb of the creator for more ideas.

Unconfusing intelligence

The more the soul is cajoled, the more spirit floors the mental castle of fool’s paradise and when this happens as it often does, control acts as if this is a solemn invitation to revise, revamp and tighten the statues and policies that grind the heart’s resilience.

Earth knows just how to get the hands of time off the control panel of life and it is doing so right now, even if all seem to be either topsy-turvy or at a standstill point.

And so the river of life continues to serve living water to calm the spirit even when agony’s reek tries to contaminate the body-mind-soul connection.

Figure 1: spark of divinity rekindled

Growing up I was tagged as a tall and slender figure 1. That in and of itself was all right; it was the fact at the time and I had no qualms carrying my otherwise-healthy self around.

Of course added to what seem like a good message was the “ you are such a figure 1, what good are you as a figure 1.

My first impulse was to find God wherever that God who created me had its workshop so he could make me a little fatter figure 1. Of course I used to, instead, put on a sheepish smile like a lamb led to the slaughterhouse instead of a manger and with the calibre of imaging I already knew I was endowed with for good, I imagined Jesus being neglected by the Almighty Father too. So I went to add injury to insult by going to my school bag, remove an exercise book and turn it to the outside back cover to the times table where I knew for sure I would see a real figure 1

I freaked out and even when the mirror on the wall revealed the flip side of number one decades later I was pissed off because I was too fat for my own good.

The same intelligence that created me showed up on the scene and began recreating the figure it had moulded inside the number 1 and on its own accord balance the scale as it needed it to. It used disease, concealed pain and anger to stop the squealing in my head- every thing I tried to do to erase the tape just seem to add to my anxiety in the manner of frustration with God.

It was not until I addressed the unconscious damaging impact of life with the gossipers that I began to feel that I had my voice to protect my integrity and sanity. It took me a lot of life situations to get to the point of speaking up at a time when I felt empowered to do so. Messages with such great degree of future implication can zap the right side of the brain. Thank goodness God cannot die. It took a lot of believing bruisers to believe that!

Nowadays when people comment on my physique followed by but... i smile because intuition remind me that 'I love you just as you are now'; the memory attempts to defend me with a whack and then decides instead to reveal the alluring number 1 that is resting in peace within my heart with a lot of integrity and respect for every cell of my body
Occasionally, the tapes of manic messages still hum in the background. Intuitive has a remote control for the faraway voices of memory and an instant messenger that transforms communication from low vibration to high vibration and that makes the lion and lamb live together in harmony.

A message without the anger fumes of disease

I took a look at myself in the mirror and all I see radiated in the reflections is the beauty within. I am humbled that it took me that long to trust the creator of lifetime guarantee and take care of myself or rather let life take care of me. Still I have no need for regret. In fact, I am excited that I did wrestle with life and argue with God because throughout all this period of change and restoration; change is still the only constant.

I feel safe with which I am and the knowledge of the tree of life, first hand and yet outlive Adam and Eve. Until I was my own self, I could not know for sure who I really am or what I agreed to help the creator to do. I still do not know the big picture in the grand scheme of life; all I know for now is enough

To do that I had to make friends with the past and that is the where fear took residence because the hocus pocus just expanded and covered my right brain. Now that was no happenstance either. God meant business way back then. That is when I first felt severed from the journey of being me.

Before I would lament and say “ what a sad life”. Hindsight has retrained my perspective

That is the disease that has disguised itself and manifested as bipolar, diabetes, rheumatoid arthritis, hypertension, sickle cell trait et al. The symptoms barged in some as early as five and many more waltz in and out whenever I cease to be myself. That is why I acted it out when I could not no longer contain it. Now that was not my idea because being crazy back then meant isolation… this is not a new phenomenon of mental health SOS. What I witness as a child visiting a mentally challenged relative was tattooed so indelibly in the memory bank that I decided I rather go to hell than get crazy. The fact that his death certificate indicated the real reason for the disorientation that led to the murderous diagnosis and treatment that inevitable escorted him to his home back in the dust was not my idea of passing-on-legacy from generation to generation. The buck stopped tolling there!

Decades later though when push came to shove, the crazy cells decided that this was a better way and indeed for me it was! Whatever it took me to keep my self alive with integrity, I did and I did it safely each time. Now that I come to think of it; it was life‘s way of beckoning me to take heed of how far I had wondered from my core using misleading direction, maps of quest that end up in dead end destinations with no sign saying hey, this is the way of no ending happiness, you know, the thing you are looking for; you have arrived.

There was no way I could have retraced my steps. Boom disease showed up everywhere and took me to the way, the truth, the light through quiet storms, trying times and almost at breaking point. How it got me out is still in process and so far I can expect life to handle its own details.

I therefore strongly urge myself to remain responsible for everything that brought out the DSM-IV or MMPI or Projective Tests or social policy or job descriptions that has no intrinsic value in creation.

Conversely, thanks to hindsight it was all these tools that broght me to honour myself adn admit at first to myself that iI have lost myself and I must embark o n the journey of finding me so I can once again be me.

My soul brought on its search party and assigned me as director and c.e.o and as a partner in managing my wellness. it is a great privilege and honour to face the mental demons that play jump around in the mind in a serious attempt to divorce itself from it maker.

I continue to talk with life, ask the disease what it is here for because if it is only a parasite it will get the hint and if it is a lifeline then I trust it to let me know

It is one thing when healing is such a successstorie. When healing is in the disease itself, that results in successstories over and over and over with each breath I take, that is a trademark worth paying for.

Undigested life, unprocessed emotion= constipated happiness

The more I continue to digest the language of body talk, the more accepting I am becoming of the duality of disease.

Disease as my body describes it to me now is a signal that alerts of the crisis point of being furthest away from being at one with life and, still exist. That then transforms itself to become the path via which is the return trek back to where life serves from its core and requires oneness in dream and reality. The body must die. Living well, enjoying life and growing must not die and cannot even die in spite of all life’s shebang. Disease reveals imbalance and it also reveals and, presents choice. It, like God will not take; ever take away free will to choose. Considering how everyone want to live forever, only mostly in heaven after the body dies, then why not outlive the biblical heroes who surpassed Jesus’ chronological age; that’s at least another hundred years or hundred decades for me! In that case I can wait for earth to spin and pummel and do the topsy-turvy and I will enjoy the ride

Today the many diagnosis of inherited thoughts takes on new meaning in my personal journal of medicine and disease dictionary

Bipolar - the disease where the mind is stuck between two choices- god and God
Diabetes- depriving my soul of sweet choices surrendering to bitter decisions
Hypertension- the tug of war between love and nolove resulting in conflict between my choice and that which are made on my behalf without informed consent
Episodes- a state of confusion between what matters to me and what does not matter at all
Catarrh- draining out myself and allowing manic messages to interfere with my sinuses
Rheumatoid Arthritis- resisting the will of God and inviting his critics to take up residence
Depression- the side effects of giving up my soul instead of trading my sorrows
Retinopathy- focusing on and dreading the future while dwelling in the past and totally missing the present which was the thing approaching from a distant and appearing as if closer than they are if in fact they were even there. that also accounts for hallucination and grandiose of dismissing the voice that is really weird and sensible
Manic- magnifying the force of bloated nothingness
Death- the inability to celebrate the exquisiteness of every moment
Cancer- the result of generational holding on of harmful thoughts
Bronchitis- the lack of allowing the breath of life to restore its wholeness

Tuberculosis is the holding on to the unholy vibes that the mind adopted

Nowadays I do not even need to inspect the shit of elimination from my body or the content of my blood; I inspect my emotional load of shit and go booga booga! Of course even if I wanted to examine and cross-examine those once upon a time repressed emotional cells making the grand final out in the physical shit, it would not be easy because all I hear is the dunk saying goodbye as it departs with another heavy deposit of emotional toxin on its way back to dust.

Here I am enjoying self disclosing such naughty nitty-gritty nuisance story of digesting life and it doesn’t even stink nor is it nauseating and nasty!


Yauwch

That’s my body talking; it needs me
It needs me to digest some emotion
Excessive happiness with a side dish of o u c h
Yippeeeeee

More heart work

Forgetting is long
Beginning to forget is longer
Understanding the logic to beginning to forgetting
That’s even longer
The way back to the short end of being lovestruck with myself
That took the longest narrowest most windy path with several rest stops along the way
For a while I thought that life was a bag of tricks with games that I did not want to play or like to play with my life as the auctioned item to place a bet on

The mind was so convinced that it would end up in God's junkyard and of course for a long while I believed it when in fact none of this was on God's purpose planning or proposal;this stark revelation came full circle during those many too many dark nights of the soul which later reveal its other side as being also the dark night of the mind

So I kept allowing soul to undergo more heart work since this seem to have been the spot that felt most lost, weary and wandering carrying such a heavy emotional load it needed to release safely back to life, without hurting the creator and creation

This was the toughest trek on the journey and I did better than climbing Mount Everest

ECG/EKG: that’s just ½ the diagnostic tool

The heart is responsible for distributing life force to every cell of the body

The measure of activity of it energy waves reflect the condition of the heart mechanically. The heart is also the seat of emotions and its activity also measure the condition of the emotions in the heart

The heart is one tough muscle but it breaks down easily in the area of emotions

It can tough it up when the cholesterol wants to invade it but when toxic emotion clogs its circuit the heart get broken, mangled, futile and exhausted and communication center closes; blocked energy is trapped in stagnation stance. that also means blood flow is void of nutrients, cell are on standby waiting for a signal as to what's up and what's down and earthling goes in limbo land

ECG/EKG cannot help diagnose this kind of breakdown and so viscera that knows all too well what is happening begin to shut down their valves so they do not ingest what they cannot handle on their own- they need the heart and they need the mind.

Then diagnosis get misconstrued because the heart has no physically technical way of getting through and past the scholastic way of doing things

Then the mind engines begin to clog and act up from confusion fumes because it knows that, though matter what, when the heart is in distress it too is helpless so heart and mind conducts a tug of war both with good intentions- S.O.S is their cry!

Heal the cause- unattended emotional mix up- and the symptoms will dissolve hurriedly over time- its time

Earth: the kingdom of many mansions

It just dawned on me to ask the cosmos about the many rooms in God’s mansion so I hopped on the next available star and dashed through clouds, hailed the Sun and wham i was in God’s waiting room. Immediately upon arriving, the cosmos said: You got to take that one in personally to Romeo. Without any special appointment I raced in to meet God and what do you know- the creator was already expecting me to bounce in, unannounced.

How may I serve you? I turned around to look for Juliet. No Juliet so I stood there waiting for the secret door to open up so that Juliet can attend to her Romeo. Maybe I ought to leave, I thought aloud, and come back. I asked for an appointment… no answer. I began tapping my feet in a manner that reverences Presence and then I asked God, so where is the kingdom of many mansions and, what do I have to present as eligible and adequate I.D as immigration requirements.

God looked at me, shocked! “ What on earth are you talking about? Quizzically I said, you know!

God said to me listen up Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis, every country on earth is a room in the kingdom and every grave on earth is also a chamber in heaven’s mansion and you are free to go where you want. Just leave the details to me. And as for travelling arrangements, spirit has all the destinations covered. Juliet entered, clearing her throat… a very earthly way of requesting permission and attention. Romeo acknowledges its voluptuous Juliet and introduces me to Juliet and Juliet said, very well; I shall show her the door to the mansion of adventure, of bliss, of intimate connection with cosmos. Juliet curtsy and Romeo responded with deep fondness. A fondness that made earth arouse her intention of abundance that vibrates in every mansion in heaven on earth.

God said go ahead, be fruitful and multiply

I said Amen!

Meeting on bended knees adjourned and cosmos lifted me up to my feet and I was immediately standing on higher grounds

Tribute Tithing

Timeless cells

I know that you have eyes that floods light in places where I never dreamt that darkness could let you find me and there you are flashing your pure essence as spirit life. How you found me is gut magic. I tell you, when spirit floodlight switch on, souls eyes popped open wide, mind and body reported fro assignment of rebuilding the temple. The size of the job and amount of resources required by your cellves has been enormous yet you took on the task and all you ask of me in return is that I take good care of you and help you maintain internal harmony by trading stress for rest

I ask what you want of me; and what you tell me what you want of me- meddle only when you nudge me to
Continue to listen to me attentively and do as I say as quickly as possible doesn’t mean to have to add duress in your quickening; just rest.

Following your instruction has been becoming easy to understand and follow. Thank you fro your faith in me to be a good helper working alongside with you and your associates

Happily ever after

Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis

Committed cells commissioning ceremony

Dear Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis. This is cells speaking by the power vested in us by God Almighty. We are confirming to you that we are fully committed to take you through what life has inspired you to be and you have given us permission to invoke healing from our pharmacy vested in us by the Great Physician who has already mixed the right remedy in optimal amounts and dispensed into each and every one of us especially for you. We are fully qualified intuitive as you can attest to.

We have a chorus for you. A little something that words helps us to deliver to you and it goes like this…Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis you are whole and complete just like spirit soul mind body needs it. We commend you for accepting all of us like we are now … finally! Wow! aaahhhh! What a joy we feel finally being your cells

In harmony
Your cells- your eternally changing cells in union with that which changest not abiding in you!

Rhythm of rhyme thyme

Aligning intention for good with the source of ‘all good’ happens in flow of spirit and soul essence as it mingles with mind and body fragrance in harmony; first within, then overflows and spills everywhere. The cosmos then works as though a spell has been cast upon it and abracadabra it opens up its wellspring of life as Romeo requests.

Ssshhhh! Mr. Blustery is telling its side of the story

The wind is howling with approval as change continue to remain constant- the one constant of that which changest not; hence my serenity that reminds me that the air is also still

It’s like nothing much of interest seems to be happening. I know though that life continues to bubble with creationing and though it is cold and frigid outside it is warm and toasty in the womb of Mother Earth.

Indeed the one coin always has two sides

Thank you for removing my thoughts from mischief of interpretation, releasing feelings of hurt from my sense of experience, eliminating disappointment from my emotions and removing all obscurity from my perception of the big picture of life and creator of life- everlasting