Up hill, Down hill
People write on walls seeking freedom when stumble.
They try so hard and then become slaves again. There are smallest of stones to
trip on going down hill or up hill.
Down
hill even as slave seems easy. It promises of shelter from winds of
trouble. Winds of trouble will come always. Up hill with
freedom
spirit soars with healing. Winds may be stronger, so is body
and spirit.
Your
body knows (more than any medicine person) and remembers the healing.
Your body wants to keep you alive, no matter what. You help your body
when you are free from harmful things.
If
you give up freedom I think body may be confused.
If
you again seek freedom, I think body will remember healing. If you keep
being slave, body will
still keep you alive for time, but spirit will die. In my healing, my body
is remembering when I was born free. My spirit helps my body with this.
