Healing, and How to do it yourself...and why
Because you are the only one who can. No one else can heal you. At the same time, you have to ask All to allow you to help all...all
that is, was, and yet may be...'including aspects of self and others and else of which you may not know, or may not think much of, as the cadence
goes in my old chant...and then, saying please of course and thank you in advance and, if you don't have the experience of feeling healed yet ever before,
asking for the experience of Grace...it is a gift, the channelling thereof is the only way we heal, or learn...of this I'm sure. And, it only comes from the
Divine that is our own true being, which is outside time except as it is in it's hurt state and imperfect on Earth, and in our Universe...outside of Grace, anyway. And then,
ask to ask in Grace for this healing of your own being, ask to ask in the state of Grace that not just you but all else ask to heal, too...and have the choice, and experience of what the
result of each choice might be...for, we have free will in the world we wish to live in, and...you will find, in experience...that which does not have
the capacity to 'get this' will be healed anyway...it is too crazy, stupid, or - in the case of man, usually - evil, a state of crazy that is very nasty indeed...and therefore,
as it will continue to seek out the victims who are not well-protected, needs healing too.
This is not poetry. It's not the joyful thrill of channelling
that I know. This is the beginning of a very necessary primer on how to heal your own ass.
Terrible morning. Total betrayal, and...it happens a lot. I am...gullible? I am so arrogant, on the other hand, that this is almost a necessary humbling...
yet, I have continued to blame my oppressors.
I'm learning, late in the day but pleasantly now just after noon, lol! that it's just perfect. And, it's great as, even though I seem dumb a lot, I
need to be this way. I have had to see, any regret...even the kind that says, you did this to me, I did not choose it...is wrong, in that...there is more.
I will see it, some day. I've had enough experience of wonderful things happening, the kind that make you say, 'I never want to go through that again but,
it's all worth it...and I understand, maybe, there's something more going on that I know'...yet I hesitate to admit the word, Fate. I'm a bit thick. I can
see the way we learn our lessons and can heal our pasts, together, in levels of ever-increasing Grace (for, I'm party to a Game that heals illusion...and, of course,
pain is a really very angry-making 'illusion', if such it be; so angry-making that I get angry just saying such a cliche'ed thing! Illusion...ha. Might as well
call a hatchet an illusion. Means nothing. Call it a pancake. It still exists as a very sharp, mean thing wielded only innocently with dead wood. Only,
I know well how painful it is to be really abused in energy, to be in hell. And, it's no illusion that when I have been good to things, and kept them as
carefully and caringly as I am able in the time I've got, not overdoing one possession but, asking to heal all blades, for example...ha ha...they serve me well.
And I'm grateful today, as I was terribly hurt. The world turn upside down, after a night on the tiles...that is, pacing the kitchen (and talking to myself -
in my head of course, I'm not stupid...! lol...)...and close friends in soul violently attacked me, took me back in time to an old story, and made it happen again...
almost. I chopped...after punching, kicking, yelling for help (in my head and heart), shooting too...and, was pretty sure nothing happened. Only, the guys
behaved.
It was in fact a kind of miracle. I only see that now, and am grateful, and I get the cold chills of truth over all my skin that tells me I'm right. And
this is also a sign of 'Heaven within'...that body heals, and heals before 'we' do. We, who are just 'ego'...usually, man. And yes, woman. And always,
baby? well, some babies...like me, greedy, unhappy, and very smelly I'm sure. Not angels. And really, mostly 'charming' babies are extremely selfish
indeed, wishing only for you to make them happy...and they know how, dimpled and cheeky and of course fragrant. Demons are another story? Oh, no - teenagers we call
them, now - and even youth before the onset of pub-er-ty (ugh, I hated it - the realization, I was 'a woman'...and, I cursed the whole world...and it was
a horrible life.) are selfish, and think not of others but, how to win friends and influence people...or, in the case of very very hurt people, who have turned
away from beauty and from coolness even, how to take as much as they can and get away with murder. I was one of these too. Why bother? you may be
thinking. I'm not learning to heal from a psychopath!! Oh, it's okay...I am Not one anymore! ...Sure. says you. How do I know that? You...chop?? and,
you say, I'm so grateful to my imaginary...hatchet?! I'm out of here! ...no. No, please stay. I'm much, much better. And I can prove it. Try listening to
this theory, and see if you can find out if it is sensible...as in, can you sense that it is true?
It helps of course if you are sure that such a thing as 'true' exists. As in, 'real', vs. 'false'...or, 'illusion'. However...note well, or, n.b. to be
literary and pretentious...easy to impress this way, and I'm sick of that baloney. I'm talking turkey now. As far as this bear understands, Newtonian science
saw reality in black and white...in terms of opposites. We now know, 'color' is simply a matter of relativity...more or less density of light, which is matter and
energy too. In this same way, good is more real than false. Follow me so far? Our new modern understanding is that Quantum mechanics describes a universe as being
not exactly as simple (heaven is up, hell is down, e.g.) as we had hitherto been taught. A particle is also a line...at the same time. This is baffling, until
you realize...
And at that point, some of you went through. It was the end of the line. : - )
Consciousness is also body...only, it's from within...not from without?
How is it we can feel like we are one thing, that is, mind, only to be suddenly overwhelmed by sadness, and experience our hearts as breaking? In the physical body,
no scan will show you the crack. And yet...we know, our heart has broken, it will never be the same. It's almost always a terrible thing...if you are a woman, man, or
even a child...even an animal...or even, as we do know, a heart-breaking place to read about even just so, a home in Paris for bereft parrots. Some of you
went there...I wondered why no one laughed, first time I wrote the sentence! And I'm learning...jokes are easy for some, not so for others. And I learn how
easily I can hurt people...my heart is very very broken, so that...in my experience, simply...my friends are only those with hearts also broken. We understand. And
we don't talk about it. How is this possible, as brains do not appear to have cables to connect between our heads? Ah...see, I just betrayed my secret. I use my energy and
consciousness differently from most...my heart is so...exhausted, usually...and on holiday, in the South of France...(haha! : - / er, not so funny for you working
types I know...) that, I learned to shift my feeling center to my brain. Don't try this at home. I tell you as a bit of a joke...and, to teach: you need to learn your
own way. And, it may come as a surprise: your way is the best for you.
The reason for this is, as the fortune cookies teach, 'when life deals you lemons, make lemonade!' Fuck you, you say...
Well, it's a game called 'regret-me-not'. One asks to play it in Grace. And asks to offer regret-me-nots it to all others and else...like flowers, in a question: Regret-me-not? Meaning, please all that is Good, show me how to be grateful for...even this. As, we do ask you to ask to forgive all, and to ask to be forgiven...and, yes, only if they make amends, and you have revenge...and they learn their lesson, and thank you for it.
Something that simply doesn't happen, in other than our most contemporary hells, better known for producing fiends and at best, horrors one only recalls when faced anew with death, and with the question of, why heal the planet now...?! And there's magic...enough of us have said, yes...that
works great, let's try in on the blighters! and, we leave what I call in my 'imagination' the Holodeck, outside time, and we ask if there is enough interest in the new game
to allow it to be played on Earth. And we got a yes! The need was such, we went through and invented it. And I claimed authorship. : - ) Idiot...actually, I did. And I don't
mind, as...this game is something channelled, sure...but, I play round the clock. And, though there is a game within HPP (the Game called Higgledy-Piggledy Pop, or, There Must Be More to Life,
and I do pay tribute to Mr Maurice Sendak, the great, great man...aka, Higg) called The Only One, as in 'You mean, there's another one?' (joke I love), a way to make light of the very unhappy experience
of almost all of us alive today, and ever before, of being alone in the world, born alone and she doesn't understand anymore, torn alone, as no one knows how bad it hurts when they kick you and,
your down. And, it's a story as ancient as is...life itself. We look back and say, they kicked me out...of Eden, yup. She is the one to blame.
And...we say, you are a bugger if you don't hold your cut knee. And say to the screaming nerves, it's okay...I fell. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's a comfort, and the pain always
lessens...I find, anyhow. It's not natural to let it hurt, and ignore it...unless you are a rugby player, and then, you have a different agreement. It's called, 'he's insane'. And, your body
says, oh...and, hmm! and, if you are good at it, wheeee!!! I know as, I like to watch. But, thankfully, my game involves a level of simply feeling and responding
in a realm of sense that is a bit odder...I don't know anyone who practices this...feeling for that which is saying, clearly, 'I am angry as I am not in a good mood, and I know...
I should be, as I earned it'. I work for justice, and...I find such a complaint compelling. However! I only pay attention when there is a narrative...that means, to me, a meaning, a purpose, and a healing,
for many, in the offing...and so, in Grace, people speak, helped into Grace by their need to be healed and to heal the world we love. If enough 'people'
- bodies that are one in Grace with soul, their consciousness (talking English, by the way...sometimes a real regret to me that I don't speak Sioux
anymore) able to articulate the mess their in and involve me in such a way that it's very entertaining for my demons...including many animal soul, usually, and,
family, including ancestors, and past lives, and theirs too, and their friends, on levels of hells, healing hells, heart, body being that is saying, I'm healing and in Grace only, almost always...and,
mind, which is hardly ever able to stay in Grace, it being so fed up not to be a computer...you think...in my head. In addition, angels, devils, and guides and what I call 'fates and muses' to distinguish between
those souls in the play of life from the major dramatists and influences, who tend to like to be very very important...and, they like to make sure that they get paid!!...also act up. It is quite fun.
However...the purpose is healing on the greatest possible scale, because...you know it well...this planet is really not happy. And, that is true...on many levels, still, and...potentially...on almost all of them, for a long
time to come...and we will be the fish that fry...and we will be the burning woods. As to men and women? Ah. We are very understanding, you are being...sarcastic. A lost a level of Grace. Was fooled.
This endangers us. But, it's because it's time for a break...and she kept on going. Not a good thing...as in, more pain than could have been. But, we can make it right...better than it could have been.
So...how? No...we are not they. They already left...and yes, they help, but in Grace. It's not a new thing, it is simply this way which is new...as are you. As, you ought to know...and maybe you do, in a level of devil, thanks yes...
we are you. You will...thanks. There was no permission for only you...ah. No permission, without 'crucifixion' for 'only you' to channel, being new. Let's get a concensus...a plebicite, too...for 100th monkey...money, you wrote. Funny. Scary too. Let's get
help. Whee...it is that. We need to ask in Grace from body for enough of us, or, a quorum, as we say in mock serious tones, to manage to persuade Paradise to allow us a shift in matter itself, a new potential for evolution...as, that's what we need: conscious
evolution at the level of soul, as matter itself can help us.
And that, friend, is what 'devil' is meant ...to heal pain, they say. It's a...temptation? for a drug? Uh uh. That is how we all act, when hurt. 'I will teach you...' The offer was to give us a tremendous amount of knowledge,
such as say, the Kaaba gave the Arabs...back in the day. Such as the 'Only One Devil' said to Jesus, 'Only One': 'all this can be yours'. And Jesus really fucked up, and didn't recognize his own devil...for...yeah. We have all been around a long time, and some of us,
since way back when...we are able even to have to say, 'regret-me-not?' to dinosaur. Imagine that. And, devil was originally 'deva', nature spirit, in Sanskrit? No shit. What the fuck does this mean to me. Well, Mr... , you see...you too are natural. We are all natural...some how...some don't. It's them that
won't. They say, oh no...no evolution for me, thankee...and, Adam was a white man. They think that...oh. A calculator is a good brain. Hmm. We say, a human being is one who is kind, and that means...he knows, he is the same kind as we...and, it also means,
he likes women...even if he's gay as... well, you understand. We can teach you. We won't allow more abuse to people who try to help the planet, do you understand? If not, you will find...and, you will find... we are now saying to Mr... , poop. It's not nice to see blood, is it? Makes you think.
Amen, brother. Bad blood. And we can taste it, say the old ones. And now...be my guest! We need some volunteers. You're welcome! and, we'll be calling on you...you are no longer...? kin? Dread spirits...say, 'OMG'. No. 'OMD'. But...Do Not Try This At Home. Sadists love to say, does it hurt?
Seriously, though: stone itself can say, die...in Grace...to nerve, so alive that it screams like a tortured baby,
until you're crazy with fatigue and hate of it...we need to heal nerve and stone, as well as souls like you too. And so...please. Wish us well, as we too are you...mad usually, with pain...all kinds of pain,
in this world, like being unable to see...to hear, to breathe and you? so blithe, oh channel. Take advantage of a body you think is ugly and, enjoy the way you are able to touch...matter itself, your things. And forget words...we love
that this A is a writer now, but...don't be jealous. It's only in Grace she writes well...and Grace is all of us, so...think on it. You who wish you were
here? hmm! Grace only guys. Or else...we will just say, please. Be a patient, too...and, let go the feeling you must be healing. It's crazy making. It's a projection from your head...you see so much of the
past, in your own very decent memories...not like this "empty headed, 'no good will come of her' nincompoop"...hee : -) we monkeys have a say, too! xox (and, that must have been her father, too...he hated that she was a
monkey. He's one now, and very glad of it! So much nicer not to have to say, I'm really very important...and have to try to prove it all day long...hint hint, men of the world...women say, what a show-
off! He's obviously very insecure...and of course, that's...'so charming...' And, Antoinette wants to vomit. Hahahahahahaha!!! and that's monkeys for you...in Grace, thank goodness! And they will probably be the
ones to save the world. A mon...key! Do Not Let Him Escape...this is channeling, as you wish to know what to do about...your ex-godson. Hurray! that's it for today. And, don't just thank Goodness, A. lol ; -(!!! byeeeeee
Someone says, "through the room the women come and go, quoting Michael: 'angel, Oh!'" and that's a hint; another guy says, 'I know someone...and I'm about to shoot him.' As, A is sometimes a man. heeeee!! oh, we love this game.
It Does get better. Please forgive.
Blessed be the peace-makers. Ah, men'd...!! please.
Last word: honor thy dead. And, that goes for you vegans, too...'you are sooo much better than we are, we think you have forgotten something. We were once
like you. Then there were wolves...' ah. But, why would a vegan animal want to honor a wolf? Well...there is a game called 'Compass', too - we ask how to learn what more we are, and it sort of makes us kinder...knowing we are also
these...nature things. Ask for all to get this in Grace, all these games...it balances the equation, we all have to get through, no man left behind...much as we may like the idea, before we right the balance in our own selves too...
Recall, however, that this game is about asking others as well to lift the curses, and we are very cursed, we men and women, not humankind yet many of us at all...and so, we need the blessings animal and we do mean,
animal as in amphibian too...as, 'ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny' as we all know, right? and so, we must have toads in our ancestry...best ask them to forgive us the acid rain, and while you're at it,
the fish Fuck u sorry typo Fukushima...we are old, Mother Hubbard. And, we hate you too...so many toads have been run over, it's not funny unless you are a vulture, which we are, too and so...be good and,
stop being so horrid. Stay out of hell. Have a nice day, and play nice for a change. We're sick too of being angry old men, we're monk!! *key!* endertainment, you are free to go, A x too
A has to struggle, there is a fight within, being an old-fashioned omnivore herself. Channelling seems to have got stuck, as it's time to either get killed or, have a good time forgetting all about y'all. How...?
a memory surfaces..rare occasion, so she pays attention.
...I am reminded of driving down the highway in my Chevy Blazer, from New York State, through Virginia, many years ago, now. I was pretty trippy. I was visited by a Lakota Sioux I love, Wallace Black Elk, who wrote memoirs in the '20's and was wise. He said, 'What does the
rabbit say to the wolf?' I said (and yes, I channeled a rabbit...myself, as it happened), 'Thank you'. x
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