Today, I decided, was a good day to watch the sun rise. The first day of March I am just coming out of what some would call three months of illness. Illness, many of us, including myself in the past, view as a weakness, something wrong, to be avoided at all costs, a condition to be drugged away or cut out, a preliminary to death. Well, I was dying, no doubt, but death as well as "illness" is a matter of perspective. The reality we are in determines our experience.

This last winter, as the season supports, I have been turned inward, processing and decomposing that which my evolution/healing has made obsolete. The intentions I set forth last fall, unbeknownst to me, demand a different soil in order to grow the fruit I requested.

I have some great compost to work with, the rendered constituent parts of last year's crop munched up and lying under a layer of snow all winter. I have left it to ferment in the warmth this spring. On the first layer it looked promising but just below, in the soil proper, was the problem -- artificial substances, chemicals designed to fool Mother Nature. The soil itself had been long and repeatedly raped of its natural nutrients by overuse and ill tending, then forced into further action by artificial means. Sound familiar?

My "soil" like everyone else's, has been subject to artificial pushing methods that can distort and render next to useless the produce grown on it. What was I to know, we have been in the long dark with our senses muted, and things had to look better than life, glitter brightly enough to appear as gold in order to show up at all. Never mind, the glitter was Poison.

By dumping chemical fertilizer on my soil I could have produced "looks like fruit" but I set my heart on the real thing, real fruit, grown by real sun on the natural breast of our Mother, authentic nourishment for myself and those I share it with.

Here was the dilemma, I had great stuff to add but adding was not the only problem. There is no point adding anything beneficial until I subtracted that which was detrimental.

Oh mercy! More blessed processing!

Not just processing, mind you, but out and out removal. First went the lungs, hack cough, fever, and chill, as my body dutifully cleared out that which would block the life giving manna. My lungs had to sort out all of the pollution for 50+ years. That took a month and a half. After a brief two week respite, the day after I said "well I almost feel human again", the digestive system kicked in. This process doesn't even bear description, so I will spare you the details. Leave it to say, my digestive system had been doing its own filtering, for the same 50+ years. I am sure, judging by the symptoms, at one point the liver kicked in as did the gallbladder.

You have to be really healthy to be sick!

When all was said and done, I was reduced to a whimpering little ball, fearing I may have to live after being convinced I was dying. "Why, oh why, was this happening to me? I had tried to live in a good way, just trying to share my fruit with my friends; how can I produce when I keep getting striped down?", and so on.

When I finally got over myself, and it took a while, I thought to ask what I had been intending lately? Organic fruit? Can't happen on chemicalized soil. Such a seemingly simple and noble intent can raise such havoc. Now I still have to till, plant, water and tend before I can harvest.

Ok, ok, just give me a moment to scrape myself up off the bathroom floor. Maybe a little more snow first to rest under, and I'll be right as rain.

It was a beautiful sunrise, this first day of March. It is supposed to be sunny and warm all day but I hear it is due to snow tomorrow.

Gwilda Wiyaka

EPILOGUE:

"They can not let go of their horror long enough to embrace the beauty of their true nature, these angles who wander the earth in the clothing of ghouls."
From the upcoming: The Book of Akashicaka by Gwilda Wiyaka

The quality of what we bring into the world, be it physical, emotional, mental, or spiritual, is determined by the condition (conductivity) of our personal facilities on those levels. Conductivity is determined by resistance (or lack thereof). The less the resistance, the purer the tone can be duplicated into physical reality.

As we are exposed to incompatible elements, be they physical substances, emotional suppression, mental restrictions or spiritual distortion, we lose some of our mobility around the resulting damage. Loss of mobility results in greater resistance, less conductivity and more distortion of information or tone.

Illness on all of these levels is designed to break up and release the things interfering with the accurate conductivity of information in order to return us to our original design. Without clear information in the form of frequency from our DNA, for instance, on the physical level, our cells can no longer duplicate accurately. As above, so below, the same is true of the other three levels.

The more pollutants we are exposed to, the more "illness" needed to regain our mobility. Illness does not result in death. It is when illness can no longer keep up with distortion it fails. The failure of illness results in death.
I.e., "It was such a shock! She was never sick a day of her life, then suddenly she died of cancer."

Where we hold to the status quo, we resist movement. When we identify with or judge against the process, it stops with our illness having only been able to partially process out the detrimental elements. This results in a toxic backlog that eventually destroys the system. It is our identification with and resistance to illness that ultimately compromises our health.

In Friendship,
Gwilda Wiyaka