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.
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.
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.
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