No single moment is the center piece of our life. The centerpiece may not even be within our capacity to conceive. Every moment of experience took all other moments we ever experienced, to become reality. Without all the other moments, no fulfillment moment can happen. To single out the last moment, and call it success is like nullifying all preceding moments of creation.

The same is true, when it comes to the cosmos. It takes every nanosecond of every form of fulfillment for the cosmic miracle to stay alive, stable and evolving. Every experience of every physical form is essential to the cosmic miracle. If species started to act like other species, if dolphins tried to eat bananas and monkeys tried to live in the ocean, if bees tried to eat worms and birds tried to feed on pollen, the cosmos would collapse and life in all forms would end.

Think of your body. The kidney cleans blood non stop, every second. The liver only works for about 3 hours after you ingest food. What if the liver decided that work should be more fairly distributed, and tried to help the kidney? What would happen to the body if the kidney asked for better work hours or vacation time? The kidney is created for the task it performs. It does not get exhausted or bored. To pretend that any form can possibly know what makes any other form happy is nonsense.

Fixing Nature

When we discount, negate or divorce a part of us, that part of us literally dies. The cells of the gland or vessel stop sending signals. They stop participating in the life of the body. Consciousness is unaware that there are dead cells in the body, until they get inflamed, fester, become necrotic. Self organization begins to isolate the pathogens. An immune attack is part of the body’s solution. But there is another, bigger, longer term solution: Fat.

Fat shows us where dead zones are in the body. We can rewrite our stories of self rejection, self sabotage, self destruction. Once we reunite our essence with our body’s reality in consciousness the body is aware of its deficits and can compensate. The dead parts may not be recreated, but life processes will optimize what life remains.

When we try to change the body’s reality, cells with that desire immediately lose their essence and intelligence. The cells involved in the desire become inert. As if nature was saying “you are not my dream frequencies, so let me not linger here.”

When we try to change another form, another person’s beliefs, another life experience, the damage is much greater. Life protects its forms and experiences, so frequencies that mess with them are recalled to potential. The body loses life from the cells involved, but the soul family loses the frequencies of consciousness that signalled attack on nature. Our own bodies end up with a bunch of demented cells, but our species ends up with demented consciousness.

Many reasons are advanced for the increase in diagnosed dementia. But one of these reasons is making other lives, other bodies our business. We know nothing about forms other than our own. Everything we perceive in the body’s reality reflects our own stories about ourselves. Our bodies only perceive what fulfills our nature’s dreams. Everything else remains a non salient blob.

If it were otherwise and the bird and bee both had to chose between a worm and pollen, they and nature would open itself to the possibility of mistakes. Love the genius simplicity of nature’s self organization.

If we were intelligent life, we would know our fulfillment. We have more sophisticated signals than any other life form. We know exactly what calls to us and what does not. But what do we do? We replace our inner dictates with what books or talk show guests think we should do. They know nothing about us, but we take their advice, over nature’s genius!

The nonsense is not the worst of it. The garbage we import and pretend is sustenance, is undigestible by the body. Undigested food churns and ferments in the GIT until it bores ulcers, or collects in pockets and cause inflamation, immune attack and eventually fat to isolate it from healthy cells. As if this assault on nature’s miraculous creation was not barbaric enough, next we blame the body for being fat. We take it to the gym and make it do unthinkable chores, that make us think it will get smaller, thinner. But we should be applauding the miracle of fat, for saving our remaining life from contamination by gourmet fads.
For most of us, this is already too much. Most of us have no idea what our body nature dreams of, loves to experience or recognize and metabolize into bliss. Most of us are scratching the surface of our own potential.

Every creation is perfect for its own life experience. No task is ever too great or too difficult for a form that was created for exactly that task. But if we pretend that our reflections are different people, and that what we see is about them, not us, we regress to the infancy of consciousness.

To judge what is easy or difficult through our lenses, is to treat everybody as if they were us. Everybody would be suffering, unless they are doing what we love to do. Our dream is the only one we can possibly love, live, become our fulfillment reality. Only its fulfillment is our body capable of metabolizing. If we feed our body other forms than what it can metabolize, it dies, trying, and feels like a total failure for not knowing what to do with all this foreign pathogenic stuff!

Stress is trying to process pathogens as if they were fulfillment. Stress is feeling other people’s feelings, making their beliefs our business to change. Stress is embezzling our only resource, our attention, and diverting it to other forms or people. Stress is making life and nature wrong, and pretending that we have to fix nature’s mistakes. Stress is trying to go agains nature or the flow of life. It is stressful because we will fail. Our failure is not a sign that we are not enough for our life task. It is a sign that we are putting our essence where it doesn’t belong. Failure is the only option when we try to force our will on nature and life.

The antidote to stress is to love who we are, as we are.
Love what we experience and love what we don’t experience. Love what we learn or what we feel. Love experiencing the fulfillment for which we became incarnate life.

This seems like a simple enough concept when we say, love the journey; not the destination. Yet, this is not how we act. At least, it is not how I felt for most of my life. I was socialized to believe that our accomplishments are what we are worth. I couldn’t wait to be worth something. Be a Somebody, as opposed to an implied Nobody, which must have been how I was seen.

My resumes enumerated my successes. They never mentioned how long or how arduous the journey was, that got me to those moments of success. I made me sound like I hopped, skipped and jumped across pebbles in the stream of life and got to the other side effortlessly. What else do they expect? I was just born that way. Special. But the casualties to the body’s consciousness and soul world were left excluded and unknown.

I spent years, trying to reclaim the parts of me I discounted, divorced, ignored, rejected because they didn’t fit the mold of success in the public domain. Superwoman was the “right” image. Anything short of that was “a Nobody.” I started my quest for truth when, according to transmissions, I was barely alive enough to release the dead. By that time, releasing the dead meant releasing most of my body.

Life is always bliss and full of miracles, when we stay inside our dream. But if we step into other dreams, and pretend to make them others’ reality, things get chaotic and messy. Everybody is unhappy. Everybody is competing for control, failing miserably and blaming each other.

You didn’t mess up anybody’s dream. You can’t. You have no access to anyone’s dream but your own. Other dreams are not your business. But the moment you try to help, fix, save, heal or change anything that is not your business, the essence of life flees from all of its physical forms. No essence can ever be forced to live an experience that isn’t its nature. The cells that conceive dissent from nature’s dream fulfillment are destroyed by the fusion of nature’s forces.

Death of souls, cells and life is not a punishment. It is not a loss or failure. It is the fulfillment of nature’s dreams for US all to live life as bliss nature’s fulfillment.