Nearer my God to Thee-silently praying in votive adoration-wishing-hoping for Divine Intervention and expiration

When it came to be Nearer to God and the chips were down-others clung on vice like to the old trunk-like larva to a leaf nothing could rip them-him-her off not even hurricane Jim.

She was 91, 92 next month.

Sometimes you would wonder what do grown elderly adults of elder parents want. You’re an adult of 58 years of age maybe married maybe not have children maybe not-but the attachment to this trunk is like a vine wrapped and clinging for dear life.

The time had come-clear darkness and peace forever-the souls’ sanctuary. The flow of energy now drifting off slowly-breath slipping back into the throat and getting caught.

At deaths door. Let me in-let me in she cried in her cortex.

She asked for this moment for many years-how tired she was-how utterly tired of living-everyday waking to that smell-that indescribable scent of death.

“Good Morning”, the blue coated black woman said.

“Why am I still here”, she thought.

Sweet Jesus why am I burdened with this forever life-this never-ending pill popping-needle injecting-hospital attending-doctor fussing God damn life.

What can I do-what did I do or not do that I’m here-still here for others to gawp at and preen me for a day ahead with other decaying beings.

No, you didn’t ask to be born but you were.

You made the best of it.

A beginning-middle-end.

But life is not an ever-ending process-life is to die.

Life Death Freedom

And the business of dying is not allowed as it is a business.

Life and its never-ending extension is now a business. These things don’t happen out of altruism or empathy or compassion all the buzz words.

No, this American dream of never-ending life is about money-jobs-control and the consuming of another at all costs.


Now it’s all about the gut!

But hasn’t it always being? Except we were told by doctors and scientists don’t listen to your gut-now it’s all about the gut and what’s going on in there.

Gut feeling. It’s in my gut. There’s something telling me in my gut. I can’t put my finger on it but my gut is…

You know these we’ve all heard or used those phrases.

Now comes the realisation that billions of bacteria in fact we are one walking load of the stuff, are affecting our gut.

Amazing isn’t it and here we were thinking it was a galaxy the gut talks.

Sometimes it gets infected-or an event happens, now of course doctors and scientists would well I don’t know can the hmm the environment-events- restructrure or contaminate your gut bacteria:I don’t know how about some evidence?

That there is no actual evidence nothing proven they have to chose that mindset. They are scientists.

Now though they are seeing a connection between mental health and what you put in your gut.

Physical health and what you put in there.


Amazing isn’t it- it’s like we are in a warped twilight zone. Now suddenly as if the proverbial cent has dropped everything is connected. How about that? The song ‘the knee is connected to the thigh bone-to the hip to the backbone- this is our skeletol Joey as I call him.

But then there is the lung is connected to the heart to the kidney to the brain within Joey.

Vagus Nerve
Vagus Nerve

Then there’s the nervous system and that is mind boggling. Vagus is the nerve of the moment.

What about the senses what are they connected to? our spirit our mind that something we just can’t put on a petrie dish,under a microscope, in a pressure sensor.

EFT works on the meridians- you can’t see them-Eft is about touch- connections-pressure points-gene changing.

We are the petrie dish.

And it works.

Like the microbiome and the psyche the mind -body-soul connections using Eft garners change.

It inculcates a massive spectrum of change in Joey-the internal organs-the nervous system.

There is no evdence-no proof-no data-no numbers-no hard facts.

Now my gut is talking:f me.