Mind-mending mentor

One of the steps and stages of retraining the mind is to follow through with redefining reality according to the heart.

When Life instructed me that I was responsible for stopping the mind from re-enacting the past as if now was still in the past, I figured that this was a long shot. Detonating that built-in landmine was the scariest command life entrusted me with.

Correcting my misperception was the challenge and the mind was not as always cooperating as I wanted it. I thought the safest strategy was to toss it in the ocean or send it scaling up Mount Everest in the most frigid weather conditions. In a jiffy, the mind made its way to the bottom of the ocean and back and then off to Mount Everest and back

Tada!
I turn around and there was the mind with an ear-to-ear grin… chagrining me. Nice try Angeal-Eyes, nice try.

I turn to life with the look of disappointment of the day my doll’s head fell off and could not get another one even after taking it to church for God to fix it only to find the head falling off every time I played with the doll

Come a little closer; I did not dare back away then. Life whispered 'the prerequisite to retraining the mind requires sensible self-discipline.

Coaching myself to remind the intellect of the difference between action and reaction was also a long short. Sometimes I felt like the mind was fending me and many times it turns out that it was defending itself. The times it had me most baffled were when it had me warped and bound with self-doubt bandage as a primer to trusting the truss. That continued until persistent perseverance helped me become gentle and patient, patient and gentle. I began to be more accepting and the mind too began to be more accepting

Of course the heart never gave in to the fact that this was a long short or denied the mind that this was a long shot

Being Present

Much energy holding on to stuff already documented in consciousness was weighing down the mind simply because it still thought ‘what if someday God needs a back up plan.

Safeguarding had become the minds’ strategy to encourage the belief that the known is the only place to nest so much so that the treasures presented by the unknown are utterly rejected because it is afraid. ‘What if’ makes it believe that there is no room in the inn

It is amazing how much stuff I had in my SFGTD box, which the mind consciously and unconsciously kept a tight grip on fearing that God may forget. Thought God’s brain was programmed according to the condition of the human logic. I was afraid to forget what I thought I needed to remember and remember what I need to not forget. That felt a very binding agreement with enough tension to separate sky from heaven.

The mind then decided to be better safe than sorry because you know, you never what God is up to!

That happened until the mind reached, exceeded and exhausted its holding space- that was too much past heading in to meet the unknown... what if I have no room!

It took a look at Gods’ inbox and noticed that it was empty. It asked God what happened to al the stuff in the something for God to do. The reply came back full of faith. This is done; that is done; everything is done.

It turns out that God had no need for my contingency plans in case its own backfired and I had no need to fear the unknown or mistrust God’s plan. Nothing is lost in God’s Universe. Unrelated to linear time and past conditions, the mind continues to focus on what is happening in the heart.

All the seemingly giant potholes of doubt and uncertainty that were designed to gobble up the mind in the tunnel of time and space continue to give up their ghosts!

Pondering Pilgrim

When I survey the wondrous life of things that were suppose to already happen that still has not happened and things that were not supposed to happen that already happened confusion is nothing new and opportunities are never lost; the parable of the stray sheep and lost son was about the sheep with a sense of wonder and the prodigal prodigy exploring the wondrous life without limits

Enjoying spiritual substance and materialistic matters took on a whole new quest when bankruptcies affect the pockets in the mind and holes in the heart. Challenges that I thought were there to stop life from unfolding were actually serious smelling salts and concentrated compost to resuscitate and fertilize the human spirit.

Now when I survey the crux of things that were suppose to already happen that still has not happened- some of which are likely to not happen as previously scripted to must happen and things that were not supposed to happen that already happened and continue to contribute reinvested interests, life is wondrous.

Heart-mind bonding

When mind is void of emotional endowment it is inclined to divorce the heart. When the heart has to compensate for an overworked mind it requires a lot of attention to maintain total equilibrium. Condoning this feeling of completing the incomplete denies both the heart and the mind. Were it a matter of grammar, fragment would just hang around until the sentence can be completed. It has no choice!

Accepting the maleness and femaleness of the human spirit needs an amicable ambiance to sustain the innate connection in which thoughts and emotions are more than a programmed person conditioned to think feelings of incompleteness. Endorsing heart-mind bonding takes on a whole new meaning in that it enriches the wholeness of the human spirit. Another topic God has been explaining to my mind. No more need for wearing its fearful lens that once made it see itself as fragmented my mind continues to bond happily with heart

Infinite supply of limitless living

What I used to think was an isolated incident that Life had in for me turns out to have been a universal unrest of unstable PMESS which the frantic economical times could not help me make up for. Everything seemed absurd to have ever made any sense even in hindsight especially when all God deed was agree to explain things- later

Now I know how God must have felt when asked to explain things that had no viable validity when the source of evidence was still in heaven’s oven or in the womb of creation or the belly of time or on the grill of hell.

God was hysterical. The heart was getting more and more mangled and the mind seemed to be less and less efficient

What a tango!

All God did was nudge me to hang in there and do not give up. All the while I insisted that all God had to tell me is that when the foundation needs repairs, fixing it can take a long time- a very long time.

God had ideas!

God is God!

The God who knows everything knows that things not visible to the timid mind and what it could not yet understand and know for sure even though it could have seen, understand and know for sure were not going to be anywhere near enough or anything close enough to what God was doing.

After all, even God was starting to feel the rush from the heat and of course, God figured it had better quicken its pace before mind lost it again and again and again; thereby only having to go back in the refiners fire until its clay is just the right mix-up for the foreseeable feasible future.

Now that the mind is still enough and God continues explaining, everything that seemed absurd is not as ridiculous as before

Atlas

Breaking through layers of calcified muscle that encrusted the channel that enables the easy flow of communication between mind and heart has been and continues to be a lesson from love.

When I first learnt that Atlas is real and exist as a muscle in the human body, I was lost for words to string up an apology that would suffice for making up for thinking that the symbol of a man carrying the world on his shoulder was metaphorical, hysterical, mythical and a feat that a human being suppose is possible

All the while I was trying to do the Atlas pose and I wondered how did he do it. That to me in hindsight has turned out to be the most overrated, overblown and outrageous obligated expectation bestowed on man by its own species. That finally made Atlas more than an image of a Superman Samson. Needless to say, I am happy that Life is able to undo whatever damage can be undone to my human body and accept that some parts need ongoing maintenance

Thank you Life for forgiving the insidious ignorance of the intricate details of my being. I intend to cooperate and provide my body with lifelong suport of its many parts which functions best as one whole. I am most grateful for helping me rebuild the house of Love!

Same source; different channel

The sad about the good and the good about the sad is that they are projected through the same medium. The brain and the heart both rely on the mind to interpret facts. Overwhelming the human spirit with illusion and reality then become the force that creates and generates the risk of taking chances- for better or for worse and sometime no change for neither better or worse; again, that is according to the perception- individually or collectively.

I have a lot of laughs and ah ha's as I muse with myself... a lot of events that at first looked like Goliath were the burning bush and the burning bush often times disguised itself to appear like a scarecrow that looks like Goliath and the times when the Goliath and scarecrow were neither Goliath or the scarecrow were the ones that almost always made me pee my pants and agree to say uncle when I realized it is the burning bush that never consumes like a fire and yet my pants were on fire

That was God. And all along it was the mind playing games with my brain to encourage me to trust the heart. I find it now all amazing that when I know for sure and I understand I have to remind myself of when serious is serious and when joke can be serious business. Of course I have to glean on every day experience and all time knowledge and without any sure guarantee of advance notice of which channel God is using then I choose the channel that comes with the master key

Reflection of time

Listen to the heart for the good news

Digesting ‘bad’ news uses up a lot of energy and creates more indigestion that makes the mind panic; causing it to react and recreate more havoc than any tornado tsunami terror combined
Listen to the heart for the good news and know that its message is from the all-time well informant of good news. Life continues to set its record of impeccable assurance that all is well….
Listen to the heart for the good news that can and does inspire the mind to reimage, reprogram and recreate a living well flowing to and from the womb of creation right here on earth and in this instant

Take courage heart, the good-news messenger is anchoring the mind and encoring the lifeline in spirit

Good day to be today

Glimpses into the future while reliving glances of the past make the present a very good place to be; and especially effective and favourable time for rebuilding, repairing, renovating, restoring, replenishing… while awaiting the moment which according to nature of life, is subject to change the plans harvested long ago as seedling of anticipating when the future becomes now.

I therefore proceed in my daily activities with a greater sense of strength and confidence knowing that today is all I can handle, each time… each today, every today!

Permanence of penance perished

For a very long time I experienced the disguise of overblown fear as exuberant courage that made God laugh and made me cry that all God did was laugh. Of course now I know that God was not laughing because I was ridiculous although back then I treated God as the ridiculous one, anyway. God was teaching me to laugh at myself when I oops instead of exploding into tiny bits of humiliation by incessantly deriding myself for invalidating my ticket to heaven for the chance to get a glimpse at this glorious ghost

Yearning for life to be any other way than what it is, is fuel for purgatory where phantoms love to play while waiting for a new life as if there is no fun allowed in this life that is stitched by transient time and change

I was looking at the sky and it was as if the clouds knew that any moment I would look up- carefree of change and careless of time they made a very poignant point. The same point God was helping me get through and get through to me

A state of calm beyond words made its most provocative projection on my perspective of perfection- a lesson to remember next time I want to hold on to an orgasmic moment of time and change- and watch the miracle of circumstance unfold. and when I oops, I catch myself and laugh with myself and sometimes laugh that God laughs so hard it cries and I laugh even more each time I remind myself when God nudges me to remember, that circumstances are just a passing through with treasures lined up in each one

Womb of creation

When Earth opened up her womb and invited me to explore her bottomless well and I have gotten almost to the deepest darkest areas of her mind. I can hear the echo of the embryo urging me to come on down even deeper.

The mind is flashing the light just enough to help me take one step at a time as it reminds me that I was not afraid when I was there many, many eons before fear and I became acquaintances.

As if spirit was longing for my company in its solitary sanctuary it began to cure my weariness with music that one can rumble to its rhythm only in the womb live and direct with sun warming up its tempo and raising the roof with music that chases away the blues and helping me uncover clues to make me want to go on and on forever.

Since living in this womb is timeless and cycles between life and death as if they are no stumble while in the gap, then why not!

Journey back to being myself

The rebirthing process has been a very long labour. For the love of being me I had to go through many stages of making sense of my life from as far back as consciousness would allow my soul to return to the recall centre of my mind so it can glean lessons that it needs to learn as it continues to traverse in this lifetime.

Every time growing to a new level of understanding shows up as a no nonsense prelude with Life is the phase when I feel I can use a break! The good thing is that I can work with Life at my own pace and that really takes care of the need to relegate what Life indicates is important along the way

Dreamy and slightly surreal moments jolt my memory of why I had to walk the path of solitude. Following a fractured reality for so long complicated simple matters in the psyche and early injuries of the conscious being I arrived as were long overdue for a reality check up. How I kept missing that lesson is beyond recollection. Anyway, this prolonged process has been helping me to develop a deeper understanding of the psychosomatic connection that concocted my experience of pain and suffering as a superimposed substitute for eternal happiness

That explains why my instinctive intention was strongly associated with studying human biology psychology and behaviour. Is it any strange stance then that it was for a long while adamant that this was it! Soul had it all figured out that this is good subject matter to provide accurate and sufficiently satisfying answers to the questions it wanted to know so much about.

I have to hand it to soul. The headstrong soul with a willing spirit remained determined to learn that lesson and I am happy it did and more happy that it agreed to let go of insisting to continue its needle in a haystack hunt. It resigned from the need to keep grasping at straws forever and again. and decided to head on straight to the source where all roads leads to solutions and answers that can save souls from a lot of strife. Unsurprised, when it got there mind was waiting to greet it! That made all the cells so happy they threw a welcome back party for soul. What a reunion!

Animation

Each time I amuse myself, God amuses itself. Every time I amaze myself. God amazes itself too.

It is as if God is mirroring me and I am mirroring God and neither of us has a care what else is going on.

During those moments, childlikeness presents me to God and reveals God to me in a way that I can handle being with God and content with myself just as I am. This is the God I want forever and ever

Surprised semantics

Enthusing the mind generates a zesty excitement that encourages it to work in harmony with the heart. Each time this happens creative solutions spill in the head of reason in ways that surprise the brain
"Wow buddy, where did you learn craft like that?" I had no idea that you could grasp new skill like that, so quickly mind!"

I don’t my pal, I do not know. All I can tell you for sure is that doing the same task with renewed appreciation always produces improved outcome of result. As a matter of fact, I feel like it was already in me and I just needed the opportunity to let it reveal the codes

I’ll say! Agreed brain as it sipped another toast to its indescribable bliss of essence mindful of its new and impressive skills

Putting the putt in the hole in one

The symbolic act of “letting go and letting God” is an all-time cliché that help me to put apprehension in its rightful focus of reality realm that needs more than just the five senses to encompass wisdom knowledge and all the gifts of life especially the ones that do not require gift wraps or comes fitted in a bottle or on a pill bottle or jar of life to save me from the jaws of condemnation

The garment I came into this world with is constantly upgrading my mind’s definition of perfect. While this is far from being synonymously replaceable with the definition of cure, it is all I got and I honour the responsibility to care for it well.

I am most gratified that it can still take me places where the mind wants to go with heart in the lead

A perfect nuptial agreement

When hindsight refocuses and aligns scenes of life with life’s purpose, those don’t know moments become déjà vu of insight. Visions of unexplainable situations make sense in an abstract absurd crystal clear way that become explainable and expandable

An ah ha moment just dawned on me for the umpteenth time. Those convincing hunches that piece the trickling evidence make the scenes of life somehow appear very differently. It is as if I am finally putting together the bits and pieces in proper sequence and life is helping me do it right and I invite life to add more pieces. This is going to be a giant goal after all and God is right in the middle of it playing hopscotch.

experiential existence

When god appeared to have been determined to hide in the shadows of disguise, the human spirit made up stories to disclose its experience using the mind to teach and share parables, figurative speeches; hypothetical paradox, metaphorical messages

God, a word used to describe that subtle surge of inner strength when the human mind is at its wit’s end somehow knows ways and means to stay in touch when the heart appears to be failing and falling apart and so it resumes contact even though at first the mind welcomes it with a heaviness of doubt weighing the balance of trust a little too lopsided.

The still, soft voice is the calming effect of God’s reassurance reminding the human spirit that it is not alone or separated. Still needing to sometime remain anonymous, God uses the dream connection to deliver and confirm its presence as hunches that nudge us on the inside.

So when the mind is afraid of the riddled estimation of existential reality God creates imagery to convey and share the message, knowing that God can perfect the logic behind all those ancient lessons of encrypted messages that goes beyond the theory of linguistics disclose truth in modern times and terms

Needless to say I intend to apply this phenomenon to reveal all the codes of biblical briefings to assist in gleaning the hints and idioms used to substitute literal messages on everyday practical reality. Reading between the lines and within those implied but not stated literatures help with understanding and inspiration that take on new meaning. The admonition of Jesus when he concluded one of his many such parables saying that “there are those people who have ears and sight who still remain in the dark and not hear”... this parable preacher really had his moments of nervous excitement too. After all, I always knew that if he were even one third human that was enough to make him have some flaws. And if Jesus had even one less flaw than me that does not dismiss that I am having very human experiences just like Jesus

Opposite of the intended intention

'Children should be seen and not heard' seem to be a superficial saying yet in this statement lies a profound fact that makes action speak louder than words and even make a still silent soul- be it in big children or little children- squeal at the top of its lungs strongly motivated to release the restraint of burdened silence

Using the statement that some children consent with or abide by when they are children is a tool for practising the skill of observation and understanding of life without missing a heartbeat of hunches.

By and by the underdeveloped brain gets drowned in tactics designed to curtail the insightful mentor they have within that makes them very vulnerable and yet so daring. Not questioning God for fear it would send them to hell for being nosey gave rise to the birth of blind trust instead of mature personal growth and confidence of taking reasonable risk, responsibly.

What that did though, is developed my awareness through quiet, close observation. That in turn encouraged me to listen to my hunches, which back then I was also encouraged to always divulge, unaware that this is not always practical self-disclosure. I have since become more in tune with what I must share and what is only personal experience. That is the difference that wisdom discerns to me as sharing- receiving and giving mutual exchange of experience for individual and collective personal growth. That also I had to apply with management of materialistic matters and spiritual substance.

Hindsight now reveals and confirms that Life never once compelled… always it say 'life or death'. You choose. Risk or no risk- you decide. Come what may I am here to support you- All these decades, that continues to be Life's guarantee. Indeed, life never offer binding agreements or enforce rigid rules of fear-guilt tactics intended to fool all the people all the time; it however uses them as opportunity for enlightenment to help release the restraint of burdened silence and that has help me to let go of my anger as a little girl petrified of authourity figures

Precursor to a meaningful life

Losing everything, everything that makes up one’s identity is what scripture or organized religion may have been hinting to me as dust to dust and ashes to ashes. I can admit that this is how I felt when everyone and everything dear to me somehow got snatched away. That was often becoming a hard pill to swallow as God’s way of making room for itself; thereby awakening me to question the real meaning of grief and the journey of everyday death and dying. The way paradox played its mind boggling game with my heart is something I can now accept even though scripture has already admonished and attested to how jealous God was and that made me so insecure to befriend that God so much so that I wanted to die without killing myself because I am determined to be alive on the day God sends Jesus back to earth to walk on water and multiply my two fish and five loaves.

Good grieving, I’ll say! I ‘d still be waiting while going through denial anger bargaining depression acceptance that kept lulling my human spirit with moments of waxing and waning; going back from the death of the person who was the representation of the one who never forsakes or leaves me that I would meet some day some glorious day. That was no close consolation call to help me deal with the pain of first losing the love of God and now the one who represents God; even that bond was already severed and physical death had nothing to do with it. Moreover the discouragement of accepting that the loss I felt then and during all the times I sense and experience a sense of deep loss that my mind was happy to help me hold to as real by dismissing that what I felt was real back then and the pain I tried to hide and had to hide for more than TriuneGod appreciated and endorsed had been for a long time the only thing that increased and seem to have multiplied more than the two fish and five loaves

Until I gave myself full permission to DABDA in my own time and at my own pace and for my own purpose, I was stuck in the sludge of pain and suffering while forming an identity- more like conforming to identification I thought was going to be permanent until the next life promised to those who remain faithful to God.

Now what…

Before I knew now what, I had to let go of the identity and though matter how many layers of clothing I had on then, I was as naked as Adam and Eve. The trees in the winter had more to give thanks for being alive; and this very state of the trees gave me reason to have courage to persevere on- somewhat patiently. When all near and dear cannot shield the mind and safeguard the heart, soul squeals 24/7 and DABDA is no fun with or without anyone’s reassurance. Still a little reassurance at those time goes a long way to dissolve reproach and boost encouragement.

Each time I fall I rise and that fall which made Adam and Eve a very consoling story of taking risk and dealing with it even though after God found out through their private confessions; I deicide that though matter how low my mood I have to get up…

What I thought would only be days and years added up to decades.

This was the mountain that seemed most unmovable. No amount of ‘with God things are possible' seem to quicken the pace of the mountain mover and that was worst than depression and only helped in increasing schizophrenic senselessness. Still the mustard size faith kept me grounded and connected with the voice within that kept cheering me. I prayed and pleaded on many occasion for this little voice that already knows why I am on earth to just take over instead of those quiet hoorahs each time I fall and each time I rise. I had decided long, long time ago not to beg God and begging is all I mastered in the prayer department. I forgot about that completely. Not God. When lately my bellows kept God awake 24:7, the begging department somehow put a rush order and God redeem every one of my brashly bold requests of one on one, which I supposed now had never made it to its inbox and instead had been stacked up behind in a cellar where God eventually strolled by and bumped into me.

When request I had made to God began presenting and flashing scenes of my life to me personally, I thought wow Adam and Eve must have not even cared if the fig leaves fell while they were soaring up to the sky so I decided to let myself glide along in my euphoria just like the clouds and boom I began to rise and with a smiley frown at God, staring in the mirror I made a sacred pact with Life to carryon as I can and trust that help is always on the way. I also accepted the fact that as long as I live there will be DABDA and falls and rising; loss, well loss has made its way to join the old beliefs gone before

The return of global generosity

Eradicating evil is a common wish, desire, project and mission that many earthians contemplate as the dream and need to replenish Earth and the universe by contributing to the promise and intention of conservation energy in the hope of saving the earth fro future life

Many wounded healers are consciously using their experience with willing intention to help transform the mind and contribute to regeneration of human spirit and in the process unburden the mind of the energy consuming stress of post trauma of childhood or of the torture of the war zone of all kinds and choosing to use the energy spent on encouraging the hoarding of past of the threat of surviving in an unsafe planet to help in ending the everyday murder of the mind that deplete the value of existence on earth.

This is something that even the wounded who have “died’ can actively partake of if they are so incline and willing. Their invisible energy body still works to influence, inspire, motivate and stimulate as their legacy and legends continue to pass on from generation to generation to their descendents. Even the poorest rich and richest poor can equally contribute to this magnificent work that God needs help with from every source of life.

That is my most recent analysis of Jesus prophetic championing of those who would not only do great things but greater things than he accomplished and that is a lot of confidence to rebuild earth in three days and even though this was only figurative possible the message is powerfully and its potency had Jesus looking from the right side of the father with a smile form ear to ear witnessing his words spring forth new life. I still do not intend to reconsider my conscious choice of being unchristian but his Jesus was one hell of a fellow in his flesh and blood existence, if you ask me, personally!

Death of civilized genocide

The symptoms of modernization is becoming more and more obvious as life continues the process of evolving the human mind and spirit

Many once upon a time good ideas are showing signs of poor ability to help earth stay young and strong; much lifeless lifelines are roundabout ways of trying to trick Life and an abundance of good continue to flourish.

I may be a shallow creature with lofty ideas still even my faintest fantasy is hardwired with optimism of possibility and potential. I vision that as time evolves on Life’s terms…

Roundabout efforts to transform a conundrum will be swept away from under the carpet
Restoring total equilibrium ceases manufactured mentality of humanity to murder the human spirit
The power of profit-making inflation of essential needs shall be obsolete
Silent scream and moans of hopelessness determined to encourage bullying acts of revolution “say uncle”
The raping and abusing of the natural resources prompts rebels and warriors to help humanity honour their agreement to stop such brutal deeds
Rules and protocol designed to corral the human spirit take their rightful regulations and adhere to the wisdom that God must come first
Free choice and self-responsibility supersedes the constraint feeding of the intellect with poisonous principles
Consciousness to respect all humanity end the thousand year reign of persecuting souls through condoning stupid sense of suffering that dishonour and discount integrity and sacrifice dignity
The abolition of preconceived acts intended to categorize civilization into subordinate subjects of minor and major contributors of earth take effect in ways only God could activate
Courage, perseverance and determination enthuse and release the mind of the pressure of intimidating authoritarian tactics
Personal peace becomes a ripple effect that impacts the global efforts in the process of building a new earth in this same world right here on earth

Mythical monument

In the recent beginnings away from home I had set out with the intention to pave the way and of course decades later I had to wake up and realize that atlas was deciding to not continue to help me carry on this cross as a practical goal. I then began more recently to stop doing what I once religiously believed was God’s plan for my life. I consciously chose to stop passing on the contaminated belief that traveling to greener pastures is anymore than a state of the mind just as heaven and hell are places in the imagination.

I always sensed that one day the heart’s nudge on conscience can dissolve the queasiness of the mind and thereby encourage it to set the record straight about leaving home in search of greener pastures. Personally accepting that the delusion I once believed was the answer to dissolve the patterns of pain and suffering; toiling in tears, sweat and blood without any certain idea of when happiness will permanently return was just that and remained just that- a delusion. The more I chose to stay quiet and buckle down the more my heart pounded my brain!

The grass is not green here or there. what is richer is my comfort in accepting that I can choose to not continue to believe or encourage anyone to rely on this myth that when someone ventures out in search of inner peace and happiness and of course resource to facilitate enjoy the everyday essential personal and globally.

Decades later, I realize that giving all the money and things to even one person is still conveying the reinforcement of encouraging the mind to hold on to the illusionary hope that living is more luxurious here than there when in reality it is not and may have never been. I took the risk and shared with those entrapped in the expectation of traveling to greener pasture to be ready to face the harshness of reality and at the same time declare the truth of living away from home- it’s real source of joy and wealth is personal growth, self responsibility and willingness to accept the sunshine with the rain. The courage to stop pretending that the myth is a fact of reality from the trap of ideology is no easy practise. I have enough existential experience to validated this insight of wisdom

Of course at first it was not easy because the minds’ defense is ‘ why then are you not going back home?”

That also was a conscious choice to make where I am home because where ever I go there I am and running around the planet in search for what is already there and here is a waste of my energy and erosion of my sanity and disentitlement of my integrity and so I have ceased to justify my personal purpose on earth here, there, any where, nowhere as now here

Body speaks its own language

Experience, insight or maybe hindsight may have very well been one of the sources that inspired the scripture entry that announced through ‘that man does not live on bread [food] alone.’

Unpeeling the layers of facts and high degree of validity of these words of wisdom passed on in this message must have been from someone who consistently ate a balanced diet of dense, fresh organic food, running in the wild long and arduously enough to the point of building muscles of a giant and buns of steel. Back then that was not a regiment complimented with properly prescribed pills.

I used to think how on earth did this individual survive, let alone existed, with such physical ability and longevity and still moaning and groaning about the perils of life? I wonder if he died from high blood pressure or heart attack of complication from too much sugar in his blood stream. The possible answer that recently began to engage my attention is that there is much more that affects the body through the mind than food and possibly prescribed pills alone can potentially heal.

Unwinding the clock of old thoughts that once upon a time created and generated fear and guilt and all the cohorts of unhealthy emotion of anguishly surviving in a savage world of good creatures had been the ideal combo served as substantial substitute for satisfying spiritbodymindsoul- only it began to kill and mutilate the innate functioning of the spirit of truth and freedom of living and being in a safe state of mind.

Realizing this personally profound imprint of perception made me seriously understand why all the good efforts of cooperating with life so I can be healed from what I had often blamed my ancestors for as their gift of inheritance which I blatantly disregarded as what my body was actually relaying to me on behalf of the mind. Since then I have willingly made a personal commitment with my body to learn to listen innately to and learn its language founded mostly on instinct and it has begin to increase the intensity of its course of action to necessitate its existence- “get out the gully of guilt, bury blame, forgive futility of frustration, most of all look within and see how you have inadvertently adopted more than genes and hope of rescue by waiting for the promised future take away and heal the tempest that only you can choose to not suffer from.” When the body begins to remove the shield of and show me up close how I can really save it, I was dumbfounded. I no longer need to participate and contribute to the ancestral blaming of genetic predisposition.

The body is personally talking to me and with me; and even through me. I had to sincerely and fully apologized to my ancestral lineage and forgive my mind for not wanting to be receptive and accepting of the fact that there can be healing by agreeing to transform and decode the incorrect answers to life’s situation that there is no way to undo and discontinue the damage that it supposedly believed was a disease to carry on and live with all life long. That I knew was only possible so long as I accept this is so possible. Thank God for making this possibility convert into the possibility of overriding the insincere cure of beliefs

Life continues to use the very diseases to influence and inspire me to heal my mind of past conditions that threatens to rupture inner peace and willingness of living well and surely if man does not live on bread [food] alone when the gut grumbles I know the body is making me alert and ready to feed me with matters of the heart.

Mind and time

Mind is enjoying a blast of how it can help make living life interesting and time a humble asset

Wow! Mind and time never knew they too had the seed of potential possibility to help create something so good and Life actually credited them on performing such fine work of art

Allowing and encouraging the mind to appreciate heart and soul contribution in the process of managing the business of living has yield an abundance greater than that which time can contain or mind alone can manufacture
I'll say!

Expressive emotions exploration explodes

Articulating and sharing one’s point of view as interpreted by personal experience and hand-me-down knowledge is a very soul satisfying skill and enriching attitude

Tyranny of transgression makes its way from whence it came and the faculty of responsibility expands to occupy the vacant room where blame once stored its games and illusions

Communication is unhurried; the mind is unrushed; the heart is uninterrupted; life is unpredictable and God already knows when to reveal everything, something or nothing!

More than concrete confirmation

Taking a look ahead from behind can offer some gainful guidance on resolving personal troubles and addressing global conflicts. A lot of events that I assessed with constructed limited view of the senses are expanding their meaning in ways that makes abstract and invisible firm faith to grasp on while strolling to and fro beyond time and space

The more resolutely I invite God to reveal its secrets in ways that are clear to me as evidence of God and the more receptive I am to accepting God’s ideas of personal perception the more keen I become in allowing mysterious mysteries to unveil their meaning and the more Life reveals it influential purpose the less frightened I am about reality. Life influences the haphakh that converts hope and despair to perseverance and new surge of energy and that is more than that someone can literally walk on water, change water into wine, multiply two fish and five loaves…

PossibiliT’s

All things are possible and much of all the things that are possible requires trusting, testing, teasing, tough times, trying times, teasing time, triumphing times, temperance, temptation, terror, threat, tranquility, tantrums, truth…

All these t’s is no exception when renewing a wise investment in the heart when healing a sore soul and a wounded spirit.

Sometimes the t’s come in mix and match, all day specials, all you can handle buffet; what you can and cannot manage or manage well; or can afford to manage well, final clearance, mind crashers, soul surgery, deals and no deals, final sale, no refunds, limited warranty, no guarantee, needs some assembly, no assembly required, heart crushers, heart throbbers, heart menders, life shredders, faith restorers, thought transcenders, truth transformers and emotion and thought makeovers.

Thank Goodness for the options that were inside, behind the unlabeled doors of emergency exists this way out- only to see the Goof sign plastered on the other side of the darn doors. At such time I briefed a sigh of muffled relief, as I slouched down in slow motion with my hands holding up my head or sometimes supporting my head as it slump in my hands for what many times felt like a faction of a second and many times felt like it would take eternity to pick me up and most times, it actually did! Hence, enabling me to arrive at the forgiveness fork of the road where letting go of guilt and fear make way for pretense and blame to take leave

Goodness gracious

I always felt the strangest sense that love has always live inside of me as a tiny seedling already in bloom. Growing and flourishing needed something more than depending on a mysterious myth of fractured, fractioned conditions of love. There ought to be more to purpose than that! So I began to nurture that knowing with optimism until I felt ready and able to nourish and rekindle it by letting it know that I am ready to love like I once knew up-close and in my heart love

Pretending that the pain of a heavy heart did not hurt or rip the soul's rapture made each throb of the heart's quiet pulsation emotionally exhausting. Each time this happened a legion of lesions created an indelible memory noted and stored to previous crusty wounds and this only made the heart more sensitive until even the mildest most gentle ouch made the soul squirm

It took the past to prepare the present for the future which is unfolding now and love is all that can bloom and flourish with such abundance. Memories pave the way to and from the wilderness search of love. A heart bruised and screwed by a mangled mind tried fleeing hurly-burly helter-skelter life and that too caused the soul to swirl in a stupor and even as soul continues to celebrate love, the most tender hurt of the heart is still a hard blow to the most gentle spirit.

I realize now that just because heart is smart doesn’t make it unfeeling to the residual wounded facts of life and love. Come to think of it, without really thinking- that’s a big change- I sense there are times when I felt God was digging too deep. Sometimes digging that deep is necessary- unbearable and indispensable- an alertness that makes emotional anaesthesia a no-no when the blister of bliss and bliss of blisters tango with willingness and ignorance.

Presupposing this as destined reality made me contemplate my options. If life could not give clear and concise instructions then it had better get it straight- leave me alone

That settled my end of the deal. Of course that made God rise from the depth too: 'yah! Leave me out and see how far the dreaded distance in the dark can take you'

Like an excited three-year old who discovered the freedom of feet, I embarked on my first challenge from life and of love with adult steps to personal development. Never did I expect life would dish me such servings of deep-hole darkness. I was as obstinate as Life was serious and that made a perfect platform for experiencing the resilience of love- though at that time it was not as easy to understand what the heck God was doing. It turns out that all that time I was helping life to help me and life agreed to help me so I can help life out

Giant potholes are now teeny weenie dots in the distant memory of mystery.
Talk about all things can work for good

Refreshed reverie come more alive

Cultivation of the art using the tools of passions feed my spirit to craft and present my expression of Life. That is one of the wealthiest ruling and serving merger of personal gratification because it directly connects me to a higher power and the source of personal growth

Writing, music, laughter, smile surge such joy! Satiating soul, mending mind, building body, saving spirit bring out the artist that had been lying latent- more than life appreciated- in the womb of artistic potential.

Waiting till I was the perfect artist was more encumbrance than facilitation; still, Life’s faith in me to trust it continued to prepare me to step up on its pedestal of compassion with passion.

Personal satisfaction in performing the simplest of repetitive chores with adept and knack made me recover that which I was born with- divinely natural ability. Unbalanced situations that now reveal their motives- working with and on behalf of God, bridge closeness with Life to continue restoring what sparks my inspiration and enthusiasm

And all I keep requesting of life is “don’t stop the music playing inside me and life response is, don’t stop the music playing inside you.” With a wink and twinkle lots of smiles and loads of laughter Life continues to give me two thumbs up. With a wink and twinkle lots of smiles and loads of laughter I continue to give Life two thumbs up. My fingers write, strum, drum, shake… according to Life’s tempo.

The hindsight of insight

I am realizing more and more that the now I am no longer overwhelmingly intimidated by God and overly threatened by the idea of trusting God I am not approaching God passively to assuage his rigid roguish description or aggressively to prove that am not afraid of the mischievous monster who does not appreciate appropriately angry and courageously coward souls. I can communicate with the loving side of God and the disciplinary description of God and that makes for compassionate courting without the pretending.

Balancing the act of assertive discretion seals the honesty of my determination to understand reality. This to me, is indicative of the importance of appreciating how hindsight delights the soul as much as insight tickles the heart while I continue to discover the ways in which the plumb line of life situations were helping me realign attention with intention and action

Daring turtle grows eagles wings

When the alternative to not living fully is to not live at all, a daring adventurer chooses to begin delving into the depths of life’s cryptic core to find the meaning of being a creature designed in the image and likeness of its Maker.

The past is evolving and making more sense

Hurtling through hurdles in slow motion with the most coy confidence the spirit soars to the clouds with legs firmly gripping the soil of serendipity

Knowing myself

PhD in knowing myself is an ongoing degree full of constant changing and changelessness

Making choices and accepting the consequences is a most likely long term and crucial expectation and most unavoidable opportunity of Life. When external pressure stirs up internal conflicts the human spirit is willing to use this to encourage personal growth and develop that in turn, sustains the pure excitement of aliveness

The seed that was planted in my DNA by Life outgrew the seed that was planted in my genes by ideology

Inviting what is deep in subconcius to rise to the level of conscious realm is imperative so that I can accept, appreciate, fully address and detach the pain and suffering of life situations

Innocent Innersense

July 01, 2009

Interactive Instructions