Sensory Floating in Articulating Pain’s BFF Stillness Joy | Pine Cone

Flying along alone at night in soaring dreams is one thing, but Floating along with others dancing in Monk-step acceptance reminds me Universal Lovingness Delight Bonding Communion is what Enlightening Compassion is all about, and I do mean a Celestial Music float-ability absolute unborn infinity Pleasance beyond compare.

A stumble and fall, barely able to catch myself, recently fumbles a terrible pain right in the Rib-muddle of my chest, and what a Joy it is to relax-motive, more than, ever before, to escape from Body Pain into Timeless-reverie Joy. Holy Spirit Authentic guidance surrender has me by the Punishing-parent Shmuckle-chuckles at every twist, and turn from the Center of Universal Cosmic Light Existence Freedom sensitivity.

A simple Articulating burp is such a Pain-challenge, that as much Joy as possible, that I can stand can’t be missed, so next I will try an excruciating Chest-wresting fart, and see if Holy Spirit can relieve my Body from itself, and have ‘me’ floating with others, instead of the gas? Sensory Floating in Articulating Pain’s BFF Stillness Joy is, so safe, and gentle an enlightening Compassion, compared to flying alone in amongst, all the tree branches, and electrical wires at Haunted Earth night, you see?

This lovely Body-forgiving experience reminds me when many times as a child in, every county hospital ICU where I floated above others in what I imagine was, just another Body Earth childhood fantasy. Broken bones had become such a habit for my need to re-experience Sensory Floating in Articulating Pain’s BFF Stillness Joy, with as many meds as it takes to play backup in case I accidentally crashed into Haunting branches, Ghost wires, and woke up with a very excruciating angry Body-start Fart-quaking-burp in a long line of broken-rib shame-cage accidental Gravity-agains…

Such innocent games children play to sing “Ring around the rosy” in the Kick-middle of another Vatican down the road Black Plague Kid’s Floating-game of ‘bring out your dead’ Pocket full of circle~dancing Pain’s BFF Joy innocent posies? ICU meds were my first sensory overload addiction, and paregoric at home again helped my addiction when chocolate ex-lax helped me, really soul relax-relate addict-empty.

Funny thing about addicted children is, that the more beating we got, the more scars meant a sort of Hero-status among abused friends, but Man, none of this Body-escape stuff can compare to going past Flying accident addiction, right into Holy Spirit Center Sensory Floating in Articulating Pain’s BFF Stillness Joy.

Just imagine, no pain at all turns into, total Joy during Holy Spirit guided-writing too, and I bet that Deaf, like me can hear from riding on the waves of Delight, instead of other mechanical hearing-aid substitutes for lower Light-frequency vibration Joyless Medical Murder Mafia addicts. I am lifting a little finger now, and can feel the Chest-pain begin to activate it’s BFF Joy, from within my experiential Universal Cosmic Light Existence, always floating in-wait for me to enjoy accident-free fantastic Stillness-reverie some more in a Holy Spirit tease.

I can Child’s play my chest, and my back pains in a sort of excruciating floating relief Overtone-symphony, and I can depend on Death back-up, knowing full well Nirvana Nothingness total Pleasance, always has my back, and my front, as every End begins, so many more BFF New beginning experiential Ending Enlightening Bodiless Joy Floating Opportunities. Uh Oh that awful midnight nurse that rubbed me raw on my cast, as if that somehow was another addiction, that made my pain forget all Innocent Joy-less Hospital-daze.

May we, never Bastard-forget when my step-father killed my, only Earth-friend “Snuffy-dog” and buried him in my baby blue blanket, as he turned bitter on me, and warned me that “Your Next!!! Mafia or what!!! Or another time when I was already floating around looking down listening to them, both discuss whether to finish me off or, not at any Pirate’s drunken Parent-whim, and, all I could imagine was running back to that midnight curse to see if little-red could cast-off relieve me of enough Pain to Joy myself right back into another one of my many Bodiless Joy-floats.

Not only am “I” keeping up with Bastard-elite Earth awareness but “Awareness: is keeping up with my childhood Satanic death-diddle triggers, so this new chest pain, that takes all my Pain/Joy BFF concentration now, has never relaxed me so much, and even better than chocolate ex-lax relax with no diarrhea addict stomach-ache side-effects. What a double message nurses can be so, just when I thought she was giving me a Curse-good reason to keep coming back, little red bled all over this last cast-chance to experience Body-heaven on Death-earth, as if that can, ever seem possible to an Innocent “Ring around the rosy Floating-child, still completely 2019 “Black Plague” losing it’s “Boy Named It” posies.

We can take my Body-suffering as a metaphor of, all Earth-suffering, or we can Enlighten Compassion enough to take the whole Universe-suffering metaphor, from already identifying, so many Cosmic evil aliens, that have impregnated Earth-women to take over, all Human DNA, and doing a pretty good little red nurse Satanic Cast-curse of it too, while, always hearing that Step-father Single,-not mom “Your Next” threat, that we’re “all next’, just like my Snuffy-killer Earth-promises we, 2019 End Times all.

A more honest version of “End Times” can be when Body-time ends, and Light Begins without any Body-pain addiction necessary to experience feigned little red Joy any more. No woman can become enlightened, because when Light takes over for Universal Mortal-suffering, Light shines away any more Man-shadows, so the wheel of Karma stops in its Big Pharma Mafia-vaxxed ‘people are money’ Body-sale Murky-sailing Flood-tacks.

No Man can become enlightened, and that’s gotta be a Yuge relief for Women to, just be themselves enlightening, and Float like crazy as if, all there is Nirvana Nothingness to float in Stillness~reverie like a Snuffy-snuffed BFF small mouth Bass-trout turd if we can, only safe~gentle imagine Universal Love Cosmic Light Existence-fishing again?