Healing Language Itself

Words need to be instantaneous as thought to be most effective. They insinuate themselves – one word can start someone off on their own [infinite] journey. There is a need for spiritually healing words, nouns, modifiers, verbs, etc.

These were where the first loopholes were made. Language. Recall the difficulty of “un-seeing” or “un-saying” something. What about “un-hearing?”  What words whispered into your various systemic extremities, traveling via the spiritual meridians, even energetically? What magnetized us to point this way?  (We need to teach protecting ourselves as well as promoting ourselves. But that’s a class for a later school…)

Language itself needs to be rehabilitated.

Some meanings need to be relegated as unnecessary, in that cyclical way that language has of hanging out for the next sound bite. Overall, a return to meaningfulness that makes sense might streamline some of the hyperbole.

In our eager push to popularity, we use “programmisms” – sayings by clever TV characters so out there we love ‘em. I can’t give you many examples, but maybe a memory? How many jingles could my generation tap right into & singalong tho we haven’t used Ipana in over fifty years? That’s programming, and we never even knew it.

The words have to once again be made over into a spiritual cast as we learn their power on psyche & the connections to self-mastery that we might reclaim & proclaim ours. Words serve as our way to assert our being in the world & practicing that assertion whether timely or not. Words are magical, that’s why spelling is so important.

Refinement & awareness redirect language – sorely needed right now! The good things seem so clichéd while evil seems so creative. As the balance shifts, we know this happens because the language has changed. My mission & focus is to refine the written word to uphold us every one.

We could not knowany of this at one time. My lack of clear childhood memories is likely because I paid absolutely no attention to any other reality than the one I lived on & it rarely touched mainstream. School would ground me with the idea of learning. Once I started reading, I was Lazarus to be brought from the tomb every time I was called. I hardly knew to come in out of the rain & my Guides are still in angelic rehab from tending to me. Books were my lifelong Saving Grace & words the song my being is still singing.

I always identified deeply with words. I was a good speller, I could write a Composition at the drop of a rosary bead & I knew lots of words.

I remain the quintessential nerd from an era when the word didn’t even exist.

With kind eyes,

Carol