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Realize Thyself 1

...somewhere between 2004 and 2006,  somewhere between a poem and a straight forward bend, somewhere between a cup of coffee and a cup o chamomile tea...

It goes deeper than the body.   I had to creadle my mind like a baby, pregnant with new thoughts, and gave birth to some new ways of being.   I improved in certain areas and in other areas, I don't even want to say.  Some times, it be that way.  However, the journey of healing is an inside job.

When I woke up at home after a surgery to remove my let ovary with a slowly opening cyst that grew too fast, I was resting in my recliner and watching a videotape of old  Martin  sitcom episodes.  I had an idea.  I remembered my journal I purchased before the surgery.

Meditate,  I thought.  I did for a little while, even with with the television on.  It's a spiritual practice I started a couple of years prior to this surgery.  I had taken two courses built upon the science of Kriya Yoga as taught by Paramhansa Yogananda:    Lessons in Meditation  and  The Art and Science of Raja Yoga.   

I motivated myself to meditate with and without distractions to help myself deal with real life.  After meditation, I began to write in my journal I grabbed from the white wicker coffee table.  Words, phrases, complete sentences, and paragraphs filled several pages.  Only some of it was related -- connected like a puzzle, but its own picture just the same.    I think it's called synchronicity; an essential part of Divinity's game.

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