Now 37 Days in the plasma light

I have sat in the THERAPHI now for 37 days in a row, and the hologram around me has changed in ways I could never have imagined. David Hudson's chemist took his White Gold for 45 days on a fast and was bothered by his accidental ability to read and feel the people who he touched or looked in the eyes. He was so afraid of being in an accident he was always in near misses. This is what happens when a person with a beginner's permit takes the Ferrari out for a spin, I think. I am so very grateful that life and just plain luck (haha) taught me enough to relish these days of absolute clarity and relative peace. I am most amazed to find lunacy so close, and am so sorry that lightening strikes at all. But it is what it is, and reinforcements arrive daily.

I have lost 25 pounds or so, and am eating very lightly most of the time. I forget to eat. My body water has increased from 52% to 61% but that was in within a few days of starting. My body fat has dropped slowly the entire time, now 21% from 30% when I started. Bones up from 4.9 pounds to 5.1 pounds. I have not had blood-work, but fasting Blood sugars are in the 70's now, were in the 100's (too many ice cream bars).

The most wonderful people have shown up, continue to show up on a daily basis, and with one daily exception, it has been nothing but my pleasure to sit and witness BLISS. People are transformed by the gentle grace....

And of course there is the reaction from what is not BLISS. This has been the most difficult and painful thing to watch, and I have been unable to do so in silence, if only to say STUFF YOU to it. It always wants the last word. But I am clear this is the Narrow Gate, and you do not guard it with a French Poodle. You guard it with a Pit Bull. It is amusing to see, like Cinderella's sisters trying on the glass slipper, the dis-ease. Like when the fluorescent lights come on at 3 AM in a bar....bald bare truth. It is sometimes difficult to consider, the Great Sorrow, the cry that would never stop. And it is there, just beneath the surface under that harsh white light at closing time....

But I used to be the guy in the ER they handed the severed leg to on the trauma team. I have years of shutting it down and pretending not to see really because it was beyond imagination even then....so this is not so bad. It is only the Christ that comes, indeed, after all.

But what has happened most is intensely personal. I was faking it, I guess. Now the air is crisp and clear, and I can hardly sleep because life is so incredibly wonderful every day, with moments of the loon and the full moon driving the lunacy. I am amazed I have been so blind and so naive and asleep. It is a Narrow Gate, the eye of a needle, the scale of Maat, but once through I can tell you that Heaven is Now, Here. Just like Jesus said. Not over there, not to come, NOW. HERE. If you have the eyes to see it.