During my mind journey I exercised often to process the stress and everything that was going on in my brain. My treadmill is positioned next to a window covered with horizontal slats, and on the wall that was several feet is front of me was another window set slightly to the right of center view, and it was covered by another open blind of horizontal slats. The light from the sun would come in through the window at my side, and the rays would play with the light from the other window. The pattern of shadows created reminded me of a lined music sheet waiting for a score to be written.
My repetitive motion in conjunction with the light coming in from the window on my side played on the blinds and the wall in front of me. I could see bouncing balls of light, and I began to think that they contained a coded message for me. I would watch and I could see the rhythm and beat being played by the shadows and light dancing across the wall. The symphony of sound was silent to me because my human ears could not hear them. This did give my imagination the opportunity to create its own melody.
It did occur to me that there was a part of my brain that could process the message being played out in front of my eyes. My conscious awareness just didn’t have the top-secret clearance to the process.
There were times during some of my exercise sessions where my treadmill or my digital music player would inexplicably stop. I would feel compelled to look at the numbers on my treadmill display, and then I would feel compelled to play these numbers on my twitter dashboard. Once the treadmill stopped so violently I fell. I still have the scar on my knee from the friction burn.
Over time I came to realize that an outside force was reaching in and trying to influence my number moves. Slowly I came to realize that the music being played in front of my eyes was the universe’s way of letting my hidden brain know what moves I should make. I had to learn to trust my instincts and not over analyze the numbers. My conscious intuition was being influenced by man-made constraints. My subconscious brain was where the Holy-Spirit within me resided.
I was born with this Holy-Spirit, and it had been passed down through the genetics of generations of my family on both sides. When I gave birth to my daughter some of her genetics were left behind within me. I sometimes wonder if her genetics enabled me to see things differently.
My daughter has many developmental challenges, but many times she has communicated an eerie clairvoyance that defies logic. After years of witnessing this, I have come to the conclusion that there is intelligence in the universe all around us that science cannot yet understand. I felt that I needed to listen to this more closely, and sometimes I would pick up clues from her.
In my opinion when man messes with human genetics they are messing with the wisdom of generations of evolution that we don’t really completely understand. So, we must tread lightly, and sometimes that means listening to sources that defy logic.
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