Days of healing

The fusion in my spine integrates into my genetic system, and the futuristic intrusion to save my world meshes with DNA coded through years of human evolution.  I would be dead without it, or perhaps without movement of my arms and legs, so I welcome the titanium into my system.  Pondering how decisions turn to seconds, and seconds to moments, from which forever the story is laid in the rifts of time.  To think of what was or what could have been is useless.  I am here now, and the vertebrate are fused, only this moment holds the truth.  So I sit, and I breath, and I try to connect with the oscillating pulse of the universe.  My right index finger is numb from the accident, but movement is there, and every day the numbness fades a little.

Waking to the sounds of the birds, feeling the silence and the wisdom of the forest, I find my peace.  Too easy would the journey be down the dark path of what could have gone differently – I am here now, and I will find a reason why.  As I laid on the sand motionless, pain and distress rifling through me, I found my place of peace.  Staring up above, I could see the wings of the albatross effortlessly drifting so high in the distant sky, and the light that bore down on me was something magical; something divine.  Now here I am, back at my home in South Brazil, where nothing is the same anymore.  I try to harness that same light and send it through my being, through my brain and down my broken spine.  A spiral of circular energy creating healing, manifesting love, celebrating the abcence of pain.

The field of the universe is limitless, and I have tapped into the endless pool of creation, accelerating the healing through the infinite.  Rising above any doubts, my own included, or even past exemplars of the trauma.  I am on the path to set new meaning to what can be achieved by harnessing the power of mind, whilst flying with the power of pure awareness.

Sleeping with Sabrina feels like a rain of bliss.  Her warmth and love next to me glides me through the night.  Cells restructure, surviving through the chaos of the disaster that shook their world.

Waking, I move to my resting position, my meditation cushion is where I return to find my peace.  Like a magic carpet, the purple pillow brings me to above castles and lands, to the place where thoughts drift away as the clouds drift on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Gazing upon the trees, listening to the steady rhythm of the birds, their singing  is the song of evolution.  I sit and I follow the greatest gift of life, the breath within me.  Connecting with my own internal gift, I sooth the cells and let them fall back into place.  I listen to the wind creaking through the trees, the giant leaves fanning in delight, and I listen to the birds, because they have the rhythm of the universe.  I can feel the auditory system in my brain, register the sounds and create the synaptic journey to the frontal cortex.  But there I stop, easing the mind away from work, letting the thoughts drift away – no judgement, no choice, only recognition of the truth.  I fall back to my true self.  The limitless self, the infinite force of the universe is where I find my rest.  Healing is in motion, and the journey will be eternal, far beyond the mountains and the sea.

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We work, we spend, we check our phones, making glib comments to people we care not to see in person.  Although we may even send the more personal text message to give extra praise, we dare not pass them on the street.  Endlessly pacing through the feed, peering into to others self proclaimed picture of life, while trying to find meaning of our own.  The opportunity to engage with a fellow human face to face is lost while staring down at the hand held screen.  I am lucky I have my family, my close friends from the years past, our relationships were formed before this digital revolution.  We know we can call for help.

All the while Nature is there, the greatest teacher of all.  She lies just outside the window, all we have to do is reach and touch.  So complex, yet so utterly simple, the patient teacher waits for our return.

We don’t expect that the shit will hit the fan, and in a heartbeat we will be grasping for life.  Our hands slipping down the jagged cliff, fingers scratching and clawing at the last and only thing to stop us from falling…how much longer can we hold?  Seeing the waves crashing on the rocks below, our precious life hanging by a thin thread, so delicate is the journey we take.  We don’t expect that will happen to us.  “Not to me”, we say.  Yet it when it does, we learn that nothing will stay the same.  Everything changes, that is the nature of life.  We find the changes in the outside world and the world within.

We as human beings have the power to move the very environment in which we stand with a thought, an impulse, a neuropeptide falling through our system like a shooting star in space.  The treasure of life for which we hold so dear, is so utterly precious, so fragile, yet so powerful we have the ability to create anything we desire.  Does it take near death to wake us from the dream?  A life broken is what I survived, now reborn, stronger then before, stronger because now I know the truth.  I have seen how to harness the infinite power of the cosmos; for I am the falling star, I am the wind, and the blackness we cannot touch.  We are all one, please stop and see.