Nobody will ever know Your full story… to fully understand, let alone feel, all the care that created your words – that full, encompassed, arching framework directing your healing…
What you heal, heals you - as vice verse –
What heals you, in turn, you heal…
There is a fear in the center of my being… pitted into my life-work… wracking turmoil throughout… demanding a divine disconnect… or reconnect…
invasive radiance that I do not get to choose… grasping to control the avenues of attention… as my own sensations demand for a stricter healing life… that I cannot allow…
I move outdoors, facing what reality is… to balance ‘what is not’… as the world moves around ‘this being’…
Anyone involved in healing, as a healer or as recipient… expects certain results in unravelling One’s unique mind.body (and vice verse – body.mind). As a functional connect wherein One is able to shift the subjective truth caused within the turmoil’s of today. These bonds which break us, taking us deeper into the ‘wariness of life’ … (ie: medical conditions, financial limitations, disabilities) – these labored states of subjective ‘anti-creation’ that enforce certain modalities of awareness. These causations can form highly altered states of awareness – that if are concurrent enough – manipulate what we believe life to be – or for life to mean.
What would it mean to live in a state of being where we are no longer shackled to the subjective ideologies within ‘the struggle’ – yet, a life where One can be transfixed to the ‘life within the turmoil’ ?
What is required to embody ‘life worth living’ within the world “as-is”?
Where can healing be found – from ‘what-is-now’?
By seated meditation, guiding into my Self, merged with the morning Sun… midpoint between grassroots and windswept warmth… a shining warmth descendent from above to strike at my ‘center hood’ – waking me to the vitality of today’s life… asking of me…
“To move as-I-am, not as ‘who-I-wish-to-be’”
To those bittered by Healing Modalities - we do our best to unravel the dialogues of all that is around us - as within us. And deeper minded, how this inner and outer world ‘play’ around each other. It’s a lot tougher job than those that ‘don’t get it’ won’t get (if they don’t pursue their own expressionist Self). One has to find that deep connective ‘point’ wherein all we attempt to give-expression-to – begins to make sense (and may only ever circle around ‘beginning to make sense’).
Especially, all the working hours having to face what de-constructive reality ties in with your story. Within this – truly - nobody else can begin to understand the complexities One person twists around their essence. Having to handle that complexity of your own makeup – within an understanding that there is no true voice to make it clean and tidy and logical to whomever may be on the receiving end of this resolve.
Bringing my flesh to the Earth… coaxing my essence downward – stillness pervading the world now (for me, not from me)… the only tone keeping me solidified is the wind-framed birdsong – courting awareness…
“It’s been’ All-You-Are’, Here and Now, that has found these words…
‘As soon You name Me, I no longer Am…
It is by this name… I begin to change. And I thank you.’ ”
That - You are – As of a time, and a place, and person – capped into some living well of flesh. That You have thought, felt, emoted, acted every single entity of your living situation up to now – linked by your own knowing. Those willing to face ‘what is’ and ‘what is not’ – maneuver within that liminal middle trans-guidance – believing ‘this will all get better’ – as if this belief is all one needs to receive the ‘life-worth-living’.
Naming the world from your own subjectivity – culminating…
“This is all I will ever know”
…and the limitations that require that un-momentous movement towards healing.
By keeping the ‘named’ as which it is ‘named’… not allowing the ‘named’ to have its own room for movement within you… holds safety in constraint, yet disavows to ‘what becomes’… or what ‘could become’ of You - for You.
“You are always Becoming”
– as an act of service to Innate Nature – by your own song of worth. As the Natural world nurtures and develops it own Self – we as humans have enforced a ‘totality of being’ towards One another – a pinnacle of Human-hood that equates to dollar signs, insignias, mottos, mantras – who can be the craftiest of our species by being able to monetize ‘Naming the Nameless’. (Once we have ‘figured it out’, there is no need to ‘figure out more’.)
By this enforced ‘naming’ - forming a life of pains – or limits – or privileges; becomes absorbed within this story-work creation of your person-hood. Alternatively, there is a story living from you… within the entirety of “Full Living, Here and Now”. meaning: All of life… created by every moment in time, every atom in place, every wind that has coursed across the world… has been for the total creation of You. Within this, includes…
… the results of a detrimental living, seeing the remaining beauty from the resulting story of desecration… finding the resolve to nurture what is left after the onslaught of destruction… extrication… unraveling for the resource to ‘move onwards’ with the outsourced material that may never return to its true livelihood… living the turmoil that is Yours to Live.
These days move on. There is a fear that lives from the center of my Being. Changing the course of my subjective history. Altering what I believe Healing is… by putting this Being into this time, this place, this perception…
I can Only name the turmoil as ‘chronic illness’… living all my life from this point of contact… empty myself of this point of contact… letting this emptiness create… becoming the healing form…
“By Being the Capsule of your own Truth
You Reflect Reality Unto Your Own Life… By Your Own Knowing…
That which has been ‘named’… left to rebel against its own Sovereignty… drop the reigns… cast the next healing word… revealing the healing work…
‘As this heals You… You heal the world.’ ”
Blessed Be
Liminal One