Once upon a time, a beautiful infant was born smilingly onto winking
Earth, destined to grow into full potential. What was the infants
name?
As the sunshiney days passed into years, that growth progressed
deliciously. Into childhood. Child discovered all the given magics of
daily sensitivities; all the natural wonders of fingies and toesies
and
window and flowers and trees and birdies and cloudsies. And stars.
Yes, mostly of
twinkling , whispering blue stars.
What else did Child discover in daily flow to create emotions of
gorgeous joy
and endless fulfillments? But soon, too soon, child stumbled into
adolescence. Confusion. Do you
remember? describe:
No one, no adults, had answers to the questions of idealistic
teenaged existance. Worse yet,
No adult taught tender Teener that 3 Ultimate Questions
now HAD TO BE ASKED (and answered!):
1. Who am I?
2. What is Life?
3. Where am I going in this one chance at Life?
Such cold dirty underwear confusion made the final transition into
masked adulthood,
becoming a mixture of unsatisfied "PIES"
(physical-intellectual-emotional-spiritual) stumblings.
During young adulthood, what was the most painful physical thing?
The most hurting
intellectual thing? The deepest suffering emotional experience? The
most dangerous spiritual deprevation?
And so it came to pass. Young adult did clean out all those
rotting memories. Brain was cleansed. Genetic
drive---DNA---restarted. Genetic intelligence caused re-circuiting
through all those brain cells which were deadened
during infancy and childhhod and adolescence. Cosmic consciousness
flowed through all those again
alive singing circuits to generate progressively spectacular new
intelligence and gorgeous creativities
and divine ecstacies.
Then one day it happened. Transcendence. consciousness broke beyond
the final barrier of neurosis. Consciousness flooded into the
dormant frontal lobes---the entire numb forehead. Nirvana
happened. Automatically.
Adult lived happily ever after.
Shall this be you?
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