So it goes. You think you’re not whole yet. You think you need to be healed. You think your consciousness is out of tune. You think your pain and suffering assails you.
Think again.
You won’t be wholly “healed” until you realize that healing is a misnomer. Your wholeness, your Reality is realized, awakened to. There’s no “you” there to heal. Yes, the karmic afterimages you daily don can run the gamut from pain to joy. But, you’ll continue running the space-time gauntlet until you, as the Brits might say, pop over: pop over to infinitely mysterious Life. THAT Life caduceusly comes in for a landing and simultaneously takes off in your heartport momentarily.
Of course, just as a chemist needs to take solicitous care of the beakers, test tubes, Bunsen burners, etc., in the lab in order to accomplish their mission there, humans need to care for our Earthly bodies. Keeping fit and trim will enable us to ratify our immortal Selfhood efficiently, even while suffering the slings and arrows of Earthly life. As we navigate our space-time incubator, components of our bodies may “go bump in the night,” and they need to be attended to.
It’s obvious. Ignoring the evolutionary platform counter productively squelches the One’s evolutionary, soul aborning mission. On the other hand, while obsessing over so-called healing, we can easily forget that we seek no continuing city here in space-time. True, lightbearing initiates wish to extend their service to light’s purposes here maximally. But don’t let that devotion overshadow the One’s timetable for your birthing. Even as “when the Lord gets ready, you got ta move,” when your service in fully realized immortal realms necessarily beckons, you need to accept your ascension in the light.
Pay deep attention now; this is subtle. While it’s common to call bodily maintenance healing, it’s ever so important to stay clear about Your real mission here. Don’t use healing as an excuse to create a falsely conceived object of “your” affections to assuage. Again, again, and again and again, it’s necessary to accompany the concept of “healing myself” with the question “who am I?”
Realize, along with the quantum physicists who “get it,” that your Real schtick is not just the space-time byplay you indulge. It’s the whole shebang you carry about in consciousness like an Atlas effortlessly lifting the Earth. The quantum viewpoint casts you as a Reality creator, a sine qua non observer. Indeed, the One and only observer.
THAT observer is the only thing left in the face of infinite mystery. Sure, it’s said that looking upon God’s face will kill you. Yes, yes, yes. THAT is Truth. Looking/BEING kills the ego “you” each moment. So, THAT, doing its thing, observing God’s face, snuffs the walk-around zombie, which thinks it is able to somehow supplant God’s face, and standoffishly observe it. THAT infinitely mysterious Presence is why all that IS LIVES. THAT doesn’t kill its onlookers. It needn’t bother. Sans THAT, there’s NOTHING there. Yep! THAT is the smalllllllllllll stuff you needn’t sweat. THAT is the Self-confidence, which heals infinite mystery, itSelf. Ultimate healing is infinite mystery evolving as joy. The bad stuff can never be "healed."
It may seem a bit strange to assign the quality of observing to THAT, which your petty self thinks it is observing. Yet, THAT hunkers down right in the middle (in the Middle Way) of God’s Name I AM THAT I AM. There, as a fulcrum, it annihilates the maya of false conception right out of duality’s gun chamber. Thus, powerless to kill, duality takes a powder. (Maybe that’s why some gurus are fond of producing white ash falling through their fingers out of nowhere.) Awakened Being takes joy in those apparently two I AMs surrounding THAT. Beauty evolving infinite mystery purveys THAT twin flame union each moment, as One instance of the All-Seeing Eye.
In the final days, it is written, we shall see God as He IS because we will be like Him. Of course, you needn’t wait for that mañana. This moment, Lived I AM THAT I AM, is “your” final day. Dead as a doornail, “you” get to Live, Beautifully resurrected, when you “get it.” Then, it’s cap “Y” You finding your likeness in THAT mysterious vanishing. Hitting the rock-of-Christ hard stuff, you’ve no need of a healing chaser. (You can leave all the chasing around down here up to the hound of heaven.)
After All THAT, if you still think “you” need healing, maybe a couple of aspirins will help assuage your sleep.
