Adaptation: insulation during change

Acceptance of what is as what is always regulates the right conditions for existence

Just as the cells of the biological blob continually flex to stay alive in internal and external environs and the flora and fauna works to maintain harmony with ecology and the stock market fluctuates to survive economic revolution and evolution, so too the mind-soul manages and adjusts- adjusts and manages its schema to maintain alignment with Life.

Rebuffing change: a kind of death

Time nor facts know how to stand still and that may very well account for and contribute to the unnecessary restlessness of the world’s panic pandemic ghastly becoming a deadly disease.

A patina of experience in the area of inner peace of flowing with life and its ever changing pace yet constant regularity is a vastly beneficial principle that is woefully ignored. That too may very well account for and contribute to the unnecessary restlessness of the world’s constant grinding and gnashing misery. Logging along the way things ought to have been is just too much needless cargo to keep hitching along with Life; and Earth can do with a little less of this kind of inheritance carryover.

Rebuffing change: a kind of death that I was all too familiar with and almost paid a hefty tithe to

Self study

Introspection and confession go hand in hand when the student is willing to attend to real time living. Inspiration and motivation throws in the necessary aids to keep the zest for living zesty.

Patience and perseverance continuously models that sometime the only way out is through and for that one has to hang on to spirit essence to provide for the fray during the journey on ‘solo street’

Instinct and all its senses must remain awaken and alert; that can be a bit tough when the going is rough. The good news of consolation prize is that help is always available as and when necessary. Courage to trust life grows and enthusiasm enlarges and I, well I, can rest in peace

Mother Nature: Life’s textbook

Deceitful detours decked with artificial garlands almost convinced me to believe and act as though I was on Life’s high honours roll and Heaven’s Pathway. All that while Mother Nature continued to freely and silently display its Earth School campus with humming life lessons for real time living. Every animate and inanimate being offers inner meaningful instructions beneficial to the daily business of living and so I continue to pledge total allegiance to Mother Nature’s language and definition of life with holy reverence.

A daily appreciation for Earth School Campus live, alive and fresh teaching is all the tuition ever expected in return for wisdom, knowledge and sound reasoning. Illusionary ideas and inimical ideals of grandeur have resigned. The mind is loving itself; the heart is enjoying its emotions and soul thrives on reamed dreams of real life situation instantaneously with Mother Nature!

The bliss of ERA

When joy flows in to everyday routine activities time either stands still or it flies accordingly on Life’s terms

The activities in and of themselves may not be necessarily become less tedious, boring, irritating or mundane; it is just that accepting life situations the way that they present their presents, in a whole new light makes each era exciting. The mundane mindset transcends its limitation and intellect beholds its intelligence and mirrors what is as what is: I call this mindset authentic accomplishment

Ode to Life

Life- dearest Life

Thank you ever so much for helping me to accept what I cannot change and wisdom to know the difference and courage to change what I can. You completely dissolve my hold on beliefs that were menacing my trust in me and you knew all too well already that I cannot live with that heaviness weighing down my soul while it finds its way back to you.

I felt like the emperor who went to Jesus to have some potion to take back to heal his son. Jesus sent him back to his son without any miraculous evidence to make him scuttle all the way home. I can only imagine the immensity of this rich man’s agony and somehow his faith dissolving as each step he took brought him back to his son empty, sad, maybe even angry and some how his innate being at peace with a perplexed mind.

Amateur of life

In wanting to be a pro in life I attained dilettante degrees for life; and as obscured as my life goals of attainment of happiness and of sharing and helping has been, and as unappealing as life situations presented the finer things in life, I am learning and practising to appreciate every grain of sand and admire every pearl presentation and oyster oracle.

How to be a professional amateur is becoming less obscured with each alignment and realignment of my ideas of reality versus the ideal. Sharing, helping and happiness has taken a much higher place in my pedestal of attainable goals- achieved. It happened in ways I did not think would count. They count in ways much more profound that I could ever imagine- much more than the sands on the seashores

And that something worth celebrating!

Active versus busy

When the mind honours its intrinsic nature it understands its own power to choose activity that brings out its intelligent self. Of course since all the mind had been encouraged to practise is busyness, it approached the throne of intuition the same way it attends to the institution.

Active immediately spotted the mind’s strength overextended to the point that it operates from its polar opposite and so intuition had to get the mind to stop its huffing and puffing. Slowing down to become a quiet mind was something that made intellect hold on to what it had practise in self-preservation pulse. Of course that meant more busyness with less productivity

Thanks to intuition’s patience, understanding and infinite intelligence the mind is now appreciating its most precious quality and active does not mean busy and busy cannot always yield activity of merit

Skill versus art

When the mind honours its intrinsic nature it understands its own power to choose activity that brings out its intelligent self. Of course since all the mind had been encouraged to practise is busyness, it approached the throne of intuition the same way it attended to institution.

Active immediately spotted the mind’s strength overextended to the point that it operates from its polar opposite and so intuition had to get the mind to stop it's huffing and puffing so it can recompose itself to real-time rhapsody. Slowing down to become a quiet mind was something that made intellect hold on to what it had practise in self-preservation pulse. Of course that meant more busyness with less productivity

Thanks to intuition’s patience, understanding and infinite intelligence the mind is now appreciating its most precious quality and active does not mean busy and busy cannot always yield activity of merit

God is reminiscing

You know Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis, I remember when it seemed like your personal intent of making your own heaven while alive was crashing in mountains of uncertainty of how on earth is God going to back off so you can accomplish manifest your vision just the way you want it.

“God, take your glimpse of glory and shove it or maybe you can consider saving it for Pearly Gate warehouse sale.”

A rather raw deal you presented to me when your mind was offline while soul was on a well needed repose. You were so pissed off that this plea came out full of vigour and so surprised when I smiled and let you see a side of me you did not entertained happening at that moment or ever after that bellowing that reverberate in the cubicle of consciousness.

I was delighted with your brazen boldness and so impressed at your no nonsense rawness with me- although in that instant you knew all too well that you were not addressing the God of your understanding and that did not matter to you one bit.

I thought, what gall! What a gal of gall.

I knew that one way or another you and I can enjoy the memory of this episode that was drawing us closer together while I watched you perseveringly making your own heaven. WOW

WOWWOW

When you decided to find the whole nine yards God and agreed to go all the way until compassion was no hard task your passion reignited it soul satisfying appetite for living a full life-fully, I knew there would be trouble in expecting you to always holding hands or even letting me carry you through or even liking everything about me. I had my work cut out for me. I had to find all kind of possible ways to help you understand how the whole nine yard God dispenses grace to help with the compassion full of passion. So of course that explains why I needed to be patient with you and why I also had to sometime insist that you trust me even without faith. Transcending detours to arrive at divine's always open, always available, always waiting, always welcoming doorway is no pie in the sky

That is why patience and perseverance flirted with time and circumstances until the distance between us surrendered.

Here we are again happily together and this time forever alive looking back at those glimpses of glory that drafted you the deal of wanting all of me.

We therefore continue to work on compassion. I know, I know- compassion feels like a lifelong practise with a lot of trying times. You know too that the benefits are endless! A little at a time

Thank you for the break. I needed it!
Your inner guide

Gift to the Universe

Dear Earth

There are so many ideas and dreams I entertain on how I can generously help to contribute to life.

For a long while what I succeeded at most is add to your load unnecessarily as I toiled and tried to assist in a manner I thought was beneficial. I was beginning to think of abandoning the idea that there is nothing more I could pitch in when you reassured me that I can still contribute to. Life knew all along that I am a dreamer of big ideas and like God I want it all to be very good. Therefore I am happy to renew my willingness to follow your cue in assisting with your reawakening

Mind’s progressive pilgrimage

The mind is enjoying its ordinariness with an extraordinary impeccable finesse and so it continues to reveal its pristine personality

It follows the sun’s principle and is willing to renew itself like each days dawn and illuminate like evening stars. As during the Exodus of the exslaves journey to the Promised Land with the sun by day and moon and stars at night, so the mind journeys on. And that is worth meals of manna in the desert and milk and honey in the kingdom of many mansions

Here’s to you, mind

The shrewd manager

Self-responsibility is the seed of opportunity of the shrewd manager of grievance

A thought just occurred to me that make a whole lot of good sense as I continue to practise willingness to understand how the past helps mould the present. I am also even more convinced that though I, humanly cannot return to the womb and start over, memory- especially the unsolicited category of remembering- can take me back even to places I do not want to go or would not want to or wish to go.

Examining the artefacts in my history knapsack has again gain more merit. I sense that I did a lot of thinking back in my mothers’ womb. And beyond my mother’s womb I must have been spending all breath and its energy investigating my ancestral bones and putting God to the test and making holy demands of an acceptable explanation for all the genealogy gashes that seem to continue to want to outweigh heavenly delight.

I could very well have had God’s attention while I was practising to stand up on my own two feet. I wanted to spend my life with God because God was so much fun. The fun somehow got snatched away and having too much fun was traded for a labour for love of love from love.. I mean this weird stuff was crucified and buried and life somehow carried along. Well I decided that hopelessly devoted was not my idea of existence and so of course a dead God was no use; God resurrected- alive and asleep still not much help but a bit better than a dead God or monstrous master.

Love was alive and also love was alive and cold!

I was already very shrewd. I was however, an inexperienced pilgrim of the world out side the womb where the moment is all I knew and, had. Turns out that God chose to let me find out firsthand what world after human birth or birth of human evolve and what it requires so I can make an informed decision- shrewdly. Favourably, somehow time stood still; my first and biggest shock I discovered about time.

What was even more surprising and equally petrifying in an exhilarating kind of way is that death too removed its disguise or maybe it removed my disguise of it. Even death had one on me; talk about a bind!

God woke up and when I say God woke up I mean God woke up! Shock number two. Shock number three. God is looking for me

First thing I did was hand God my bag o’ grievances. Surprise number two. God tossed the knapsack aside. And gave me the juiciest squeeze. Shock number four I gave God the kiss of life.

Love warmed up and reset the refiners fire to a blazing scorch. Then God decided to let me in on some of the ancestral troves.

Shock number five and surprise number three. Grievance transform to compassion

I am still getting to know God firsthand and that is worth knowing the past and reverencing the present and its presents.

Fishers omen

When the mind exhausts all its strategies for honing God and when the heart has dissolved sentiments from emotions foolish fear as well as stupid suffering vacate the self’s dwelling place. Wisdom presents its full proof of right outcome- right condition, right timing, and right resource many times it more or less reveals the right outcomes which all the while was already presented just like the fish was already waiting for the fishermen who caught nothing all night.

Net- misery magnets of intellect
Rut of routine- right condition, right timing, and right resource
Casting net the same way- troublesome solving methods like panic worry anxiety fear misery, struggle, stubborn seriousness…
Fishermen- Shrinked soul shrivel spirit; desperate times
Limitless solutions- brainstorming, negotiations, nature’s way, nurture’s way…
Sorting out fish-deciphering best outcome

God can finally rest in peace

Well- well- well

God was indeed overdue for a well needed rest. Even though God is God, its spirit could only take so much harassment for this and for that and frankly God was tired of hiding!

God had no clue what two legged creatures created only lower than itself would be able to accomplish and so God who does not really like public performance had to hide behind the clouds and God just kept moving; it had to. The clouds could never stay still long enough to let God take a piss let alone a nap…earth is falling apart!

When God asked me permission to have a long furlough, I had to wonder about all the stories about God not needing me and me not being good enough for God. And this God, this same God is at my mercy for a break- a well-deserved break. I for one know how much I hounded the invisible rescuer and so of course, he needs respite!

So I told God that it can take the vacation and take care of itself and considering all the wear and tear God must have endured keeping up with the clouds and prayers that it could not help avoiding, I'd be surprised if God resurrects from his rest in any hurry-up-God-busyness syndrome rush- I mean this is serious burnout, and yet; I am consoled that since God is immortal it will sooner than later resume its Godself-for now, God walked away relieved that it found me when it did and I found out about it when I did~

God prepared me well enough to trust that I can manage my life well enough that it can leave me alone even for a while. God can finally rest in peace

This is the weirdest most truth story I have to tell about God

The return of common sense

Releasing the agreement I once endorsed with the mind in an effort to save the world also released long held sadness that fostered my commitment to imitate Jesus and since biblical scholars acclaimed the return of Christ, I thought it’d be nice to hold the fort until Jesus the messiah returns. Christ did not show up as I expected. Jesus showed up in time, on time to review my new agreement- to carry on with real time living with its legitimate legacy and legend. Before I could even ask, Jesus demonstrated modern live performance of Wedding at Cana magic and Galilee Sea style miracles of relaxation during storms of 'death and resurrection of mind-body-soul' a.ka the business of living

Christ winked. I blinked. Thunder clapped. Lightning lightened and electrified the Garden of Life while the Garden of Eden witnessed; and God said, “very Good, better than good; absolutely marvellous! You should have seen God do the Macarena a là hip-hop style and Jesus jiving away with Holy Ghost moves

Needless to say:
Waiting for Christ- annulled
Imitating Jesus- helpful
The utopic vision of the second coming of Christ- obsolete

Being who I am- constant, all life long

Weltanschauung

Ingrained ideologies, well-patterned personality, established etiquette of manicured mannerisms have somehow made it to the china cabinet of community, culture and civilization display. Impeccable as these traits and reputable as they are held as domain of most cherished beliefs they are eroding the filament of integrity and DNA of dignity

From the realm of reality the ideal is sealed in memory as unsolicited sacredness and so the endowment of accountability becomes buried in the cemetery of the inner sanctum hoping to be exhumed for it to provide forensic-proof evidence of its clear intelligence. Sadly though this highly able and capable reality remains abandoned and forlorn and therefore unable to fulfill its promise of eternal life of bliss.

Some souls rather remain forever undiscovered than to dishonour infinite potential and that too in itself staunts full bloom of spirit to fragrance the universe. Either way the universe suffers and is also free to not suffer any more stupid suffering of foolish fears.

When the way things used to be and used to work favourably becomes outdated, life impels me to stay the course of existence. Patience and perseverance and previous experience and the hunger of new ways of doing and being keeps me alert and an eager earth student and awakener just the way spirit created it and so when reality intrudes and ideal evaporates, the net of enthusiasm is full of ideas, surprises, solutions and contentment

The power of healthy shame

Being and feeling secure enough to leave the safety of the womb and enjoy the prolonged farewell of tainted madness and spiritual bankruptcy of original sin is a raincheck worth redeeming.

Synthesizing a fine balance between my crazy self and my wild child is becoming a prolong hello to life, death and everything in between

My inspired idea of original sin has been more original than the hackneyed hounding authorizing voices after I first arrived on this planet of unoriginal religions and impending doom.

I still juggle a fine balance between my original religion and the unoriginal religion; that too is a prolong intimacy between my mind and my spirit- a strange reality of my ideal and yet this is what keeps me enjoying both my humanness and my numinous

Underlying cause of symptoms

Festered anger and frozen rage cremate a soul long before the body separates from life and faster than an oven returns dust to ashes. Unfelt happiness and fettered freedom of spirit stifles the heart and clogs airways in a way that make LDL feel so at home that statins appear as a great attraction. Of course this is also inviting the fatal attraction of untimely and premature death and ageing at wits end of zest for living. The bodymindspirit become a conglomerate of blob unrecognizable to Life. As if that was not enough squeal on earth; guess who knocks to come in for a party? The antiageing life support squad

Sometimes this is so scary the soul decides to head back home instead, rest in peace for a while and then resurrects at a more safe and practical point. Though this is an exciting adventure, resurrection of a soul is not easy as the resurrection of Jesus. It feels more the agony and death of Jesus and this can entice the mind to abort the soul rebirth and resurrection. The pain involved in discerning the good of the agony of cure makes acceptance of growth and maturity of mindbodyspirit a futile effort even though not closing the door is the wisest choice Life could offer without the dying before living annihilation

It is almost easier to close the door not knowing what good could possible come out of life situation that seem too big for the mind and too weary for the soul and yet there always seem to be an answered prayer at the end of each circumstance that could only have been answered in the way life presented its remedy- going with life's flow and enduring the grind. Of course this is not the quick fix I expected nor the results I had in mind because somehow the harvest is always making me promise to not crumble when I stumble.

In hindsight I realize why my soul went yuck at the very idea when I presented the mask of medicine as a possible prospect of a handy helper! I continue to uncover the underlying causes of all the symptoms that escorted me to deal with my restless cantankerous arguments with Life and rebuild my temple. I wonder what Jesus did that it only took him three days! That’s a call for more contemplativeness.

Silence- a double-edged sword

There is silence and there is silence

Non-verbal communication always definitely distinguishes the difference between serendipity silence and furious silence

One side of silence elevates happiness and responsible abandon
One side of the sword elevates unhappiness and irresponsible abandon

One makes the bait of Lucifer so inviting that challenging God seem a morbid idea
One makes challenging God a responsible risk of finding truth firsthand and then choosing whether to follow Lucifer or God

Both kinds of silence are scary; still discerning the difference is crucial

Metaphorical children

Leaving the mother’s womb is only one kind of leaving and one form of birth and is the most well preserved protective place for starting off life and living and dying.

Still there is more pronounced pathway of leaving or of never leaving the safety net of the womb which obviously then has already served it security to its fullest potential is what keeps many seeds of full bloom living nothing more than a child who is still wandering in its new world as though still depending on the womb for everything. Maybe that is where the saying: some never grow up after leaving the womb, originated. And perhaps that is what ‘the good old days’ cliché is referring to

Protection of the child long after it wants to stand on its own two feet is also a binding boundary that tricks the protector and protectee and so the needless and often aimless wandering, dark days in dukkha and mournful mentality mouldering in mitote maya continues its mystification madness. The older the metaphorical child, the more frightening it is to leave the metaphorical womb screaming and wailing and gnashing and grinding of teeth from darkness into light.

Understanding the originality of this state of the Garden of Eden is an opportunity for instant insight. That too can itself transform to more insight or more misery because the arrival of instant insight is itself the path to self responsibility and of course the best womb cannot cater to such enormous task hence why the need for ejecting so suddenly into the world can only make one’s squeal deathening or deafening and many a time heartening amidst the pain and pangs of labour and child birth and the joy of responsible parenting- which ever one applies. Either way, life continues along knowing that God is already fully downloaded in every yearning spirit and waiting on each seed of itself to burst into full bloom and reveal God’s hiding place, somewhere within.

The sooner one begins to traverse the trek of eternity the more bruisers, risking, blissing blisters and jaded wounds and pothole of ahh and oh shit and damning and praising that one encounters- this is all part and parcel of eternity download of knowing oneself well enough and almost not well enough and still somehow feel whole and complete even when alone or especially when it is best to be alone, for a little while on the arduous self examination boardwalk of serious introspection because by then one wants to really know the meaningfulness of birth, death and everything in between. That in and of itself it the art of living and enjoying collective happiness of humanity

The shadow side of sin

Dear Knower of my soul inklings and teacher of compassion

The confidence to accept wholesomely everything about myself has me celebrating my divinely human spirit and humanly divine soul with body and mind . I am a very erotic creature and the best part is I am feeling no shame or qualm in admitting this pure truth about me. Of course I have come to the point where lately all I can visualize God doing is exploring my most inner thoughts and feeling about it and myself. The more I do, the more erotic I feel and the more God revealed itself as not just a God who only wants reverence reeked with fear, shame, anger or guilt about one’s sexuality but as a God who also has deep feelings of pure love and joy and bliss of intimacy with Life.

I moved mountains of doubt to get to God so I can ask it why create a passionate soul and expected it to act otherwise so as to please it with morals that make life dead. Maybe that is why I was so hooked on the fascination of having children- a side door or back door to owning my feeling, claiming my sexuality and love of intimacy and joy of sacrednesof sexual intmacy and satisfying my instinct. It took me so long to acknowledge my own secret that the dream of having children faded; of course I lashed out at God for denying me this excuse that would have continued to encourage me to drift away from innermost longing and that in itself would be still even though in part, be carrying on the lies, half truth and blatant disregard of wholeness of my PMESS Pie.

My body had been teaching me this truth in ways that I could not understand and found downright unnatural for someone who is no fake saint who somehow still could not attain heaven. Hindsight, insight and my soul were not about to let me live miserable in high mode pretense and get away with it. I also never cared to point my fingers or thumbs at anyone who chose to not trade bliss for the guise of holiness

And that is why I am now open to admit my burning love for why God would create me with such erotic energy and zest for life and living, without the emotional hang-up of the extension of my brain. The desire to find out what the big secret of God’s reason for creating man and woman in its image has squelch and so is my curiosity about sex and babies. Being fruitful and multiply reclaim its rightful role in the life chain of creation.

That in itself would save the planet a whole lot of babies being treated like browned-bagged present who ruined its world and a lot of precious souls from the plague of the fear of purgatory, hell or landing in God’s good-for-nothing books! Earth would be released of its burden of responsibility of supposedly wasted lives and allegedly heroic beings

From scared to sacred:small change-big difference

Pain is challenging even to the point of debilitating and sometimes feels downright unnecessary
Pain also is very purposeful and sometimes helps one transcend unfavourable hard-knock-circumstances as a better teacher to present practical ways of enjoying the marathon from living to dying

Appreciating the scared idea of a solo marathon brings out the sacred idea of wholesomeness
Respecting the scaredness of pain honours the sacredness of existence

The scaredness of pain makes dying uninviting
The sacredness of pain makes living well inviting

Ladadee, ladadah

Dear dissolver of isolation and mistrust

It has been a while since I am traversing on this fork of the road and you already knew and know all too well that some moments would be more elating and exhilarating than most of the way and so far I have been able to stay on par with Life. Thank you very much for never leaving me alone, or disquiet even though that is all my mind felt. You see those were my biggest stressors along the way as I made my own headway at my own pace in transmuting my fears and angst about life through my own transference of how life developed for me through my own neurosis.

Of course why else did I not trust God to be my lifetime guarantor and what on earth did Life and Death ever do to me to make me despise them for so long. Taking everything I cherished away from me was not my idea of a loving father let alone almighty God; and always falling short in life was not my idea of life’s greatest rewards for being alive or even for the dead and dying.

Well life also knew my deep hidden compassion for it and for the way I wrestled with it so as to feel powerful all on my own. I crumbled, mumbled, grumbled and stumbled from the emotional load of finding out for my self what life would be like without the need for a love-punishing God or Earth and its merits for favourites worthy of all that made Cinderella’s story an understatement of heavenly preferential treatment.

It took me a lot of bruisers to understand that those life situations were not meant to help me diss God, Life and Earth as real proof of my need to be so ever independent; it was to help me convince myself of what I felt was contradictory to what I already knew way before my time on this planet in this lifetime. Is it any wonder I felt so encouraged to find out for myself about this God, Life, Earth and all that I feel was far more important to me than acquiring all the money in the world and having the best behaved family and earning brownie points to attain heavenly status without ever blemishing my life view of true happiness or ever stating my disgust for having to make decisions based on someone else idea of morality and loyalty of immortal mortality; of mortal immortality and hold myself so responsible that I cursed God for not making me whole and complete as I want to be and keep me that way.

Responsibility became as twisted as metal which has come in contact with life’s force on high impact- that is what life situations were like to me and I truly and honestly resented that as a sign that I in fact loved life dearly and loved myself immensely and that loving everyone was actually more draining than I expected it to be and to have even thought of that was already a mortal sin that would land me straight in hell and if that was enough to land me in hell why then should I withhold my honest feeling of admitting the cross of burden of loving everyone at every cost! And that the fate of a barbecued eternity was my saving grace for wanting a little bit of life to relish like a juicy mango. That was a bit more morbid than I felt was redeeming or worth resurrecting for. And yet, were there no illusions, I would have probably taken life for granted and treated myself with little integrity and self worth would not only have remained stunted it would have already shrivel off just like the dry umbilical cord that once connected me directly to everything I need to exist and survive without the agony of striving.

Living is all I ever longed for- living my very own morsel of Life; of Existence- something I had chronically believed was often at stake. I mean if God wants something of me why is it God always chooses some comfort that I want and often feel I need so much that I would rather slay God than give up my breath and my will. Of course the fear of what could happen if I eliminated God was too much out of my character buildup to even bring my self to confess my personal truth of a ruffian god even though I would have preferred to not care so much about all of that. Frankly caring became synonymous with death and death was not always my welcomed friend until lately when I understood that death is my compassion to living life- a full life. What was a full life anyway? I had to ask myself pretending I was talking with God!

Here I am at yet another painstaking fork of the road on the journey and I am happy to be me. That is a giant leap where isolation and mistrust cannot catch up with me; of course they keep trying to distract me by saying I am going the wrong way- wrong way maybe for them, certainly the uncertainty of what I need to do, say, do or know keeps me anchored in the treasure of trust and truth. I continue to trust that I am saying, being, doing, thinking and knowing what I need to appropriately; and that to me is the most whole I have been in my life so far.

Why I want to live and how I am supposed to live is up to me; God and Life have already approved of me, unconditionally- and I am responsible to love myself unconditionally- wholesomely; and I am doing so with each inhale and exhale. Letting go is not easy; it is however, an acceptable step of life and living well and is as much a necessity as breathing

Therapeutic touch of healing hands

In this epoch of modern technology of cure aids I still very much appreciate and respect the purity of touch. Somehow this is the heart’s choosing in responding favourable to giving and receiving care

It is amazing how well the body responds to appropriate therapeutic touch of a hug, a massage or a fine-tuning adjustment or even a pat on the shoulder

To compliment it all, gentle eye contact helps reveal the omnipotence of omnipresence that aids in enhancing the art of living well

Life-enhancing medicine

When it comes to enjoying eternal inheritance, there is no other way to stay on par with life than to also invite death. Knowing that dust does not really die and soul always is alive then why forfeit life for a skeletal version of infinity. I am not even sure that there is a new body waiting for me after breath has return back to its universe and I am suppose to wait? How long!!

Its been two thousand years since Jesus passed away promising to return and of course I would have love to meet the new and improved version of Jesus, but common... I mean, come on already! It’s not like people live as long as their biblical heroes anymore and on top of that the kingdom of mansions may well be depreciating in size and even if it were not, there are so many people to fit in.

I already know that part of me came with an expiry date and there is not much I can humanly do to extend its warranty except to cooperate with the cosmos optimally! Therefore my responsibility- mission, purpose, whatever pretty name applies best- is to ensure that I continue to live life large right along with its death enchanting moments

Time is running out- a death sentence

Sentence here, is wearing two hats: linguistic and law

Time is its very own weapon!
Talk about a self imposed limited warranty with no guarantee- what a penalty!

And time is trying hard to kill, or is it murder, death- ageless timeless death- no wonder time is running out. Time continually passes away! Death is always here to stay.

As far as time is concerned it is dying from its own wounds because fighting death is fighting life; fighting death is fighting eternity. Fighting time- that too, is an inimical illogical idea

So many strange phenomena

Is it any wonder assimilation schools kick in early in one’s life and remains determined to last for as long as intuition produces built-in life saving consciousness

Knowing how life functions on planet earth is inevitable and that is why knowing oneself is paramount in knowing how then to live on planet earth without having to feel inadequate and out of place.

The conflict is absolutely necessary otherwise life would be permanently mundane and a creature like me would not be too interested in what life had to offer after I traded the womb of creation for life of desperation. When a fully loaded intelligence arrives on the right planet there really is no more effort required to tour its universe and explore life at will.

I mean this is a big planet and to not know this planet is reason enough to want to either have stayed in the womb or leave the universe and race back to dust world to look for God and Jesus and demand an explanation. That much I already accomplish so I draw on and share intelligence and knowledge to create a universe where I can readily access intuition in its many forms

Why else would life spend all this time to download what I can learn when I arrive at the junction of space and infinity

Life is wiser than that!

Hurry and delay

In the reality of life hurry and delay are obsolete ideas of making time seem important independent of life conditions and so manipulating circumstances seem like the obvious thing to keep life in check and one step behind or two steps ahead. Still life sways with confidence that what is, is all it that it can be, now

This notion helps me be patient as long as I need to depend on life to help me create and renew my agreement with life and time. That makes logic and intuition working together my greatest asset- talent- if you will

Hurry and delay had to have been so that I can find the balance in between so all the troubles I once thought were unnecessary gifts form life and everyone of its helpers was absolutely necessary so I could discover my very own missing link with life- myself.

Emotions and its very own roller coaster ride

From pure to repressed & suppressed to tamed to polished back to pure

What a message from the Sun as it illuminated feelings that I once upon a time could not comprehend let alone act upon or act out in full awareness.

What always saved integrity is taking responsibility for my not knowing and knowing that I did not know- that in and of itself was very disconcerting because the fact is somehow I knew and I kept trying to explain what I did not need to explain; what I was suppose to feel I explained and what I was supposed to explain I felt…

I always felt at loss for a way to express what I needed when I needed and knowing when it is okay to just ponder situations in my heart and life just kept humouring me; and so I tried to humour life and death would always be ready to redeem me until life and death were both beckoning me.

It was then that I saw life as death and death as life. I thought then maybe I was feeling bazoodie from the roller coaster ride. I survived Space Mountain so I know I was not just dizzy because of gravity. So I ask earth and all that which appears as dead how they raise themselves to life and they modelled the answer

All I can do now is humour myself and life smiles and that is very easy and just the way I already knew that I like it and life likes it

When mind and heart develops

Instinct is already fully loaded with all the answers I need in this lifetime. Why else was I in my mother’s learning directly from God? God knows that it could not always be there just like Jesus was not always there for his disciples. I mean God had many billion people alone let alone the whole of creation combined to look after. God had to dispense personal responsibility to each conscious creature so as to enable each one to become independent and create a life for itself. I mean why would God establish dominion domain to each person in a built-in fashion that is irreplaceable and unduplicatable even before the body was formed.

I use to believe that God had favourites and spent time only with a few chosen and just before I knocked God off my roster of lifelong partner, instinct step up on the pedestal and set the record straight.

Hey Nympha Angeal-Eyes Francis! Please develop your mind and heart and then you can understand for your very own self that life and you are working as one- not two, not three you are a piece of God itself- that does not make you a clone. That makes you your very own self with Godabilities. I am with you and everyone has their own morsel of God so how can God have favourites? I had no clear-cut answer only that my gut already knew how to respond. I saw my face in the sun and in the moon and in the stars and in every living creature and even the dead creatures were bubbling with energy even more energy than they knew they had when they were breathing away in hell. I think this is the music that they died with not knowing how well they could play in God’s Symphony of life and death while on earth and in heaven and in hell and this is the music I do not want to take to the grave. I suppose my time spent in the company of the dead or even rotten or rotting bodies in the cemetery were the most alive teachers and I thank all those bodies who have dissolved in form for allowing me to come in on their campus for free lectures on how not to die with my life still holding on to let go!

The mind now feels a bit less alone. It is not just hanging out with the heart; it has rediscovered how good it is to let life love it and be loved by God its creator and director. Of course God has come out from hiding and feels safe with me as its lifelong cocreator. God breathed a sigh of relief that I did not diss it because it knew that I would not be able to function without intuitive instinct that which was being formed in me while in my mama’s belly in the womb of creation.

Mind grieves a bit now and then about all the dogmas and statutes it had to let go of and wanted to know what it would do with all the gunk and so instinct reminded it that it was sharing gut space to store its junk in the womb of creation- uselessly.

And so all is well because now instinct has its full residence and lots of room to spread out its sixth sense; mind and heart continue to develop from the gut-aka God

The mind and heart dwell amicably in consciousness just like the lion and the lamb