A Segment From “Healer”

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Shortly before I finished writing this book, I had a dream and intuition about my sister’s health, so when my mom called and told me what was going on, I was not surprised. After talking to her on the phone, I had a vision that applied to my sister’s situation and anyone going through recovery from addiction.

Our subconscious mind that was imprinted on us from ages zero to six, predominantly by our mother in utero, but also our father if he was present, is our home on the shore (or woods), figuratively speaking. Year by year we build a pier, plank by plank, that we can walk out onto into the lake that is our conscious mind, aware of diversity amidst the unity that is the greater world, people, natural life, the planet, and the expanding universe.

If as the years’ progress, we let our planks rot with body abuse, guilt, grief, fear, blame, violence, war, negativity, and enmeshment, we are still supposed to have a safe, grounded shore to go to–the subconscious mind where we hail from which is our home and birth family.

The secure subconscious is what gives us the courage to leave the shore in our boat and go out and expand our conscious mind.  In that way we learn that people are just different, even if we don’t understand them.  There are still universal traits among all humans that unify our one human race among the various cultures.

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Healers heal themselves, they don’t heal others. We can share our work with others though so they can be about taking care of themselves also. Healers are authentic, living examples of how you can step out of your subconscious imprinting from parents, family, and provincial upbringing to create your conscious mind and live a truly free life of your choosing. We also know how to access the information in our unconscious mind through the dream state. The unconscious mind transcends intellect, brings forward intuition and allows it to MANIFEST in physical! The information in the dream state, where there is no thinking, is available to everyone.

St. Valentine BeHeaded

Here’s some romance for you…

Today is actually a Catholic Feast day of St. Valentine.

He was a Catholic martyr of course, and as it says below, he was beaten with clubs, beheaded, buried at night in secret, and dug up by his followers.

His crime was voicing his dissent at the Romans because the young men were forbidden to marry young women.  Instead, the Romans made it a priority that young men become soldiers for their wars.  You know, “Make war, not love”, the opposite of what the hippies said in the 60’s.

Well, sex, reproduction, gender balance, honoring nature, loving and taking care of the body, those are women’s values.  The Romans were busy making sure patriarchy, the rule of rich, white men came to the fore.

Working class men became fodder for capitalism, the military-industrial complex, materialism, the draft, and war.  The Romans started it and it continues today in modern society.

If men were to fulfill their role by nature in balance with women they would be taught and allowed to love women, love and care for their own body, value being a father, learn the values of monogamy, not polygamy, and find balance between the work he loved and the family he loved.

That’s all been ripped apart for men and by association, women.

Men are used as much by the system that oppresses them as they oppress women.  The system uses men to keep women down and I doubt the men even know it.

The historical proof of this is in the life of St. Valentine who advocated for Love between women and men and was killed for it by The State.

Patriarchy has brainwashed men into believing that they are not to love women, that women aren’t to be trusted, and their highest destiny is in aligning with the powers of church and state.  The truth is, we’re called and made to love each other.  Roman society killed that.

The birth of misogyny is what Valentine’s Day is really commemorating and it is as Okoto Enigma says, “An apocalypse of Love”.

Women continue to directly suffer for it by lack of loving bond in sex with men, if we’re straight. Also, in not being paid the same amount of money for the same quality of work.  So not only are we deprived physically and emotionally but monetarily as well.

Thanks for trying St. Valentine but the arrow is still stuck in our hearts.

 

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Shadow

 

I obscure my darkness to walk through life content, shadow feelings under the bed.

Convoluted darkness just below my navel only,

My prescient dreams adumbrate what my

body holds in, refusing to release its undulating grasp

like a cranky child crying, needing attention and touch.

Male proginator, emotional vampire and…ironically,

my ally as a bridge to freedom in the face of neglectful, unfeeling, autocratic child bearer.

Tremulous adolescence, when the course succor so needed is vacuous at best,

Cynical vexation felt so keenly in their insensitivity to my easily affected, young, psychic heart.

They didn’t even know what the fuck psychic was if it wasn’t in the bible.

 

What could I have been?

What happy life could I have had if their crispy, mucous eyes had been open a crack?

That shadow feeling could spiral me down so quickly if I focused on it, so I only do it here

for release…because it’s bullshit, and my life is not bullshit, so I’m not filling it with that.

What is more helical bullshit that parental ignorance with an innocent, lovely child born in light and returning to light?

How twisted and contorted can adults get following societies rules, books, beliefs and materialistic hysteria when they have in front of them a free soul, their child, needing only love by degrees, free roam by yards, food by weight and expression without limit?

The shadow of light is a contrast as lesson

I’m using it to soar to the heights,

To rip asunder familial right to the soul of a child.

 

No more,

Whether in love or delusion

each child belongs to themselves only.

Just as roots do not dictate how far, wide and what direction a tree will grow,

so too, shadow roots deep below the ground only hold it in place while the wind, sky, and sun call us ever higher to dance with all of life above ground, storm and calm, for as long as we wish to live.

I hail from you but I am not you.

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Gray Day

The sky is much grayer lack of light and still prayer.

Tree bark darker wet mud dragged up stairs.

No grayer will be in that Michigan sky, mournful woes sad goodbyes.

Sad goodbyes to bright sun that shocks eyes now in May…

Appears a huge orb high in the sky,

We say “What’s that big orange disc by day?”

Who hides behind clouds that we hate.

Oh please dear sun, we beg for your warmth,

We can’t take one more grate of this fate.

My son says, “I don’t know what is better, gray sky or the snow?”,

His smug face looks at me with a smirk.

He’s eighteen and he’s jibbing his mother so low

But he’s serious, he prefers this to hurt,

The hurt of the sun burning down on his face shining wonderful light in his eyes

He was born in a snowbank at the end of this month

Eighteen short years as I rank.

I’ll forgive him this time as there won’t be much more

Of his smart alec ways to imbibe

He’s going away, out my front door

And that’s when my heart may just die.

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My Only Child Turns Eighteen Today

He went from twenty inches long to 70 inches long.  Something, or someone pulled him into this big, strapping, broad shouldered, sweet, brilliant man.

Well, legally he’s a man, but now he needs to launch out into this crazy mess of humans bumping around, unaware of how their thoughts and feelings create their life.  He is a calm, kind soul so he won’t be skinning anyone alive, but he does tend to be honest in a very charitable manner so most people won’t get off scot free from his observations.

ALEX

The day of your birth, a crisp, cold, crystal day

In my memory, eighteen years ago holds sway

Who do I value most of all?

It’s you my son so big and tall

May your life have adventures that take your breath

May you jump in feet first, unafraid of death

I know that’s odd for a mother to say

But my son has seen death like it’s yesterday

His father is gone, a year ago now

He loved our son dearly at his final bow

I’ve held the ship level as best I can

Mostly alone with some helping hand

The men do die, often you know

The woman on her own in the ice and snow

Remember that sometimes people need help

A hand or two is all when they yelp

Just as we have done in these last two years

Keep your friends close as you move through the tears

But there’s fun to be had, plenty of that

As you move around life from the last place you sat

Run the race strong, keep your head up son

And be a good friend ’til your Earth life is done

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Alex was ten in this picture

The Five Psychic Senses

Psyche-The human soul, mind, or spirit

So psychology, psychic, and those delving into the psyche have much in common.

Body, Mind, Spirit embodies all health care (the body) Mind (all minds), and Spirits (all spiritual teaching)

There is no separation now between your physical body, your mind and your thoughts, and how you feel, and what you believe and value.  This will be the way real healthcare is approached now in the 21st century.

Below are the real privileges in the light of the scientific fact of ONE human race living in many diverse cultures.  There are not many races, there are many different looks to humans within many different cultures.  We are all one but we express ourselves differently.

We are privileged to all have a body.

We are privileged to all have a mind.

We are privileged to all have a spirit.

There is no other privilege.

We are all equal in the privilege of having, for a time, a body, mind, and spirit with which we are able to create our lives.  Birth, culture, and upbringing can all be CHANGED by taking into our own hands, all of us, body, mind, and spirit.

To help us, we’ve all been given psychic senses.  Remember the meaning of the word psyche from above and erase the silly media pictures of a psychic.

Clairvoyance-spiritual sight

Clairaudience-spiritual hearing

Clairsentience-spiritual feeling or empathy (sacred heart of Christ)

Clairscent-spiritual smelling

Clairtangency-spiritual tasting

Clairgustance-spiritual touching

Ask and you shall receive, but you are born being strong in one of them.  For instance, being a healer, I am clairsentient.  I am a healer in that I’m healing myself and have the ability to feel others feelings as I feel my own and help them become aware of themselves.

As you clear your mind of negative memories and habit of negative feelings such as jealousy, fear, anger, coveting, abuse, confusion, release the memory from your body and take your power of choice into your own mind, you will slowly move from the subconscious mind of your birth, culture, and upbringing into the mind of your own choosing.  Your subconscious mind will never go away but you won’t be a prisoner to it any longer either.

Live free.  Peace.

membrane bound carriers

This is a cell membrane bound carrier, carrying the vibration with which you program it, IN YOUR BODY.  Your THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS program it and it goes directly into every single cell in your body.  Science.

 

 

Our Veneer

The veneer on a piece of furniture can appear many ways.  It can be layers of paint, different stains, all of it peeling off maybe.  There can even be gashes and dent to the wood underneath.

What the wood is underneath is the truth and it’s rarely seen.  It’s the heart of the matter.  It’s how the piece of furniture looked at it’s founding; it’s construction done by the carpenters hand.  I love watching that progress and how the wood smells.

When I look at any piece of furniture that has been stained or painted, I always wonder what the grain of the wood looks like underneath and what type of wood it is.  Then I wonder who built it and in what year and for whom they may have built it.

All of our social media; facebook, twitter, instagram, on and on, are veneer of humans.  We are all projecting a public image that we want others to think is true of us.  It’s the image that we are comfortable with others seeing.  It is the truth regarding how we express ourselves but it’s partial.  It serves to protect our deepest emotions and events of our lives from being too visible, too vulnerable.  Maybe we are aligning with a group that “fixes” all that was wrong with our mother or father instead of aligning with our true selves in group settings.

I actually accept that about others.  The reason being…underneath we are all innocent children that have had to learn to cope in certain family dynamics and fundamental societal expectations where most of the time, no one asked us what we wanted or how we felt.  They just told us what we should do.  Knowing and obeying those parameters helped us survive, kept us alive even.  So we view that compromise as fundamentally good.  But it is surviving, not thriving.  That’s how the veneer starts.  Most of the veneer comes from religion, state schools, and our family.

It’s something to keep in mind when you communicate on social media.  There is no way you’re getting an authentic picture of a person on any of those sites.  We all cling to religions and political parties that we feel emotionally comfortable with culturally.  That doesn’t mean that a person who is opposite of you doesn’t have a good heart or a stable mind.  It’s amazing how convinced we can be of how right we are when we surround ourselves with people who agree with us.

It’s not about a group being right or wrong.  It’s about caring to know who people really are underneath, listening, and being authentic ourselves.  We’re called to love-not to judge…anyone…ever…for any reason.

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