Body-Anger — Transformed

A prose-poem

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Besides the physiological issues Of which, I assumed, was the key feature on this leg Of grief processing — Am I the long-distance runner, Exhausted with leg-cramps by the side of some lost road? Or are the issues of the body a massive misdirect?

Clues, a detective in my own life la raison d’être: Obsessive minutia or a multiverse frame. As it is with all detectives — the smallest of details Are pieces to the larger whole.

Zoom out / flip over the perspective for freshness. Open heart. Sense body. Surrender to…

Failure and…

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Rebuild, but how? How, after the repeated failures? Stripped bare of pride, extruded through fears, Forked spaghetti-squash on a plate ready for the hot Steam of breakdown. Utterly decimated and humbled.

How does one fail at sleep? Cooked.

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Sentimentality triggered — confused after having been Logically trounced for defending my belief in pacifism. In a living room, one right-me wrong, devoid of life. Righteousness leaves to the room where zombies and potatoes

Couch. Light cascades, A blanket wafting to a body on the ground,

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I fly. Inner process that I have worked for thirty years Is done through me with a light touch. Anger and grief rise from within to skin’s surface and Trickle through atmospheres like water bubbles Escape.

What remains is peace, imperceptible joys and I Surrender. Sleep happens, grief released. Love and Light remain.

The above is based on a trance state around 3:30 am where memory snapshots and the miraculous flowed though me.

The bonds of attachment — specially with regards to negative emotions associated with having been a victim, followed by a survivor. Now transcending survivor to a state of grace when the Higher Self in me bond with Ascended Masters and High Vibration Guides where I lightly guide their work. Or perhaps I just observe and grace embraces me.

Thank you for reading, may blessings, purpose and destiny find you in the spaces you create.