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.
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.
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