To burn within
Look in the mirror and if you see the image of an adored being.
That is wonderful.
Now look at my text, and realise, I certainly do present myself as the dark irony slashing critic. Good thing, I am not.
But kindly read and listen when I say:
‘To travel a few steps up a ladder or ascend a hill, let alone a mountain of transformation, in terms of health — a kind of flame has to burn within you.’
Translation:
The one whose life — your life — this — is all about, has to strive.
In case that is to you, a secret plain, sublime, I say.
If not, there likely is room in the pants that hold you, to shed a few pounds of illusion.
Ready....now is the time to scarper... if you must...
Lifestyle is largely a self-styled, blind attempt to gain and sustain happiness, by whims, inelastic willingness, or unwillingness and self-indulgences, fully equipped with offences and defences, befitting any ego.
These in turn, — and by these, I mean: the whims, unwillingness, self-indulgences, offences, defences and ego, six I count — without use of many signal lights, obscurely stir the air, and cast their veil, that leads to a broken flight of life.
How does that sound to you?
- Easy
- Dissatisfaction guaranteed, and
- Certain to bring unfolding of the sea suffering of self.
The best part yet, it is accomplishable by nothing more than — living, in style.
Living is the more enduring tissue, that by its unenduring bright glitter as style, creates the pinion that mysteriously causes failures and a shifting of the rainbow hues, from initial bright to drab and from coloured dazzles to pallid haze.
To be serious...
Yes, I know it is all part and parcel of the search for identity; the effort to uphold a separate sense of self and be released from the affranchised net, calm as an island, homeland of power and worshipped as beauty, unfettered in norms.
I sympathise in earnest.
Between you and me: I have every confidence, you can, give — all the style infamies of your life — the slip, provided, their abuse of your health, your happiness, your healing potential and your poise in living, are enough as your experiences to take away.
The sadistic life-style lot, six as total, is no doubt amenable to sow more grains of nature’s abuse for you through your very poses. Neat, isn't it?
Hey, if you listen carefully, you may hear their incantation:
‘By dragon-flame and reptile power, make of wholesome shapes distorted forms, tormented postures in couching mire…’
Bottomline:
You are NOT regarded as a plastic, passive passenger by the name of Mr., Miss or Mrs. Patient, who is transported while you sleep. Nor are you shaped, in-answer to flames, that casually touch, while you are inert in your active, willing participations.
- It requires a kindled flame in you, that joins the scene and burns in efforts.
- You are not a patient, it is too close to being equated with passive.
- But, considered a Health Aspirant; someone who aspires to healing health.
- You see, our aspiration-longing is our ultimate and definite becoming.
In kindness offered to you, without thought of serving styles of hypocrisy.