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
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
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
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