The very infamous mind, the one everyone professes to be in or out of, is the immutable voice of the active exchange between body and soul. The soul chooses the body for its perfection, its immaculate design, its wonders. The two are a perfect match. Unless you are a starving child somewhere in a developing country, a malaria ridden toddler...helpless, without a mind, material success is most likely to be built on an abusive relationship between body and soul. Bodies and Souls. How much space do you allow for your soul to take in you body? Are there war-zones in your body? Are there areas of crisis, infected patterns of thought, organs which behave like dictators, cells which try to eat you up from inside? Does you mind issue passports, club-memberships, sanity checks? It should. I mean: my home is the universe. Please make yourselves comfortable in the waiting lounge, the VIP toilet and do not miss out on the latest raw food section...get well and later board the shuttle of yourself. Enjoy the ride.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 14:04:57 +0000
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