Author: nataliebotero

Divine Healing of the Heart: Angelic Counsel and Mental Health

Big Tithe

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Every man is working on  

Their Relationship to God 

In everything they think. 

Conscience may detail the work; 

Yet Bypassing to our tomorrow is where 

We often go. 

We’ve hit the Big Time 

So, for that, we conclude…. 

We don’t have the time  

To see the Big Tide coming through. 

Up in front and over the moment  

We don’t stop to think 

Of the Rip Tide of dollars  

And its eventual Big Sink. 

The Big Time has a Shrink Side 

What you may not often think 

The Big Time is a Big Lie 

The Big Mine has got to go 

Cuz you’ll be dealing with  

A Big Tithe more than you will ever know. 

Without that thought adjustment  

There can be no Justice  

No security to hold 

The Big Time has a Down Side 

You will have nothing  

If you don’t give more. 

From all this impact 

There must be a kickback 

And most of us already know 

If you own the Big Bank 

Your life is bought and sold. 

Big Tithe, a deep sigh  

A good person in the fold 

Thought adjustment  

Pocket book accustomed  

It’s a good moment  

To give up coal. 

Fire burn! 

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Mechanisms of Word War Three

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I cannot surmise a simple statement of what is going on in the press. 

It is obvious he still projects and deflects 

Next. 

he goes outside and completes his address. 

his patsees going to jail, 

All hail! 

Will I work again tomorrow? 

Will my children eat 

The trickling crumbs 

Of lies and overcome? 

Do you see the connection? 

Tensions, Dissension 

Locked up tight with Defenses. 

I can’t believe we still have free speech. 

Can I just say literally we have to impeach? 

This poem will only try to teach 

I may have a last word after this swan song 

And return to the annals of people who knew it before. 

Where are they now? 

We don’t know anymore. 

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Terror in the South

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Sitting outside in the South. Writing on the street in a small town. What I’m doing looks interesting. You might see. I’m obviously entertained by my own thoughts. I’ve been able to concentrate because I’m afraid to look up.  

More often than not, sitting outside on the street, people walking by, it’s not judgment I’m getting. Its interest. More often for me it’s judgement. 

This is what a writer reads. Sigmund Freud, Shel Silverstein. Friends til the end of distress. Look! A born artist, a judgment catcher, a belonger to those who belong. If I sit here making the coffeehouse look good any longer, shove me in the shallow hot water. I get up to walk. 

Stereotypes are like noise in the eyes. In knowing a human, you’ll be surprised. We’re not all good nor all bad. Our level of education, our race, bank account and gender can give to us. But down we all go again if we believe who told lies. That’s why I look forward to getting older, and that’s a lucky thing too, because we do. The age of maturity is actually more vulnerable, because you’ve lived long enough to see through to it that there’s less to hold onto. That’s why believers believe so strong. Because growth is so painful, but it’s what we must do. 

They bully me. I find an outlet for my anger. I’m juiced up. But I gotta sit. 

How do we know we are not listening to silence? Sounds are a call out for silence. Like a dog barking to alert us of something noisy and unusual, like a car horn trumpeting for attention and order, like a baby crying for comfort…their signal an attempt at peace. 

If you’re from Hell, are you protected? The forces see you as formidable, your demise imminent, stirring up the sleeping good to action. 

Why do I feel less than dignity? 

Apocalypse,

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Apocalypse, 

Is of our own imagination  

We will have to be straight forward  

With what is really of our own creation. 

If adrenaline behooves you to destruction, 

Have at it—you try 

With this natural construction. 

Mindset of fools, and grave abominations! 

Go to your apocalypse  

With no standing ovation. 

To harbor secrets, 

You may feel important. 

How corrupt an inclination, 

How enjoyable that deep sensation. 

Are we Gods? Are Goddesses true? 

Does money overthrow the carrot 

What those we want! 

Who is in dedication  

To those who taunt? 

How out of touch! 

How completely null and void  

A negotiation! 

Maybe, but 

Do you know that apocalypse  

Has no discrimination? 

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The Limits to What We Know are Literal

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There’s always a limit to what we know, and we can get comfortable with that. So, GROW. Take every opportunity to learn and demand answers. 

Anger. It’s the last emotion we allow ourselves to talk about/express because it feels unsafe and has consequences within our relationships. It is seen as the dividing factor between us. Without its expression, our minds become consumed by resentment. Emotional survival and the grapple for safety are hard impulses to overcome when anger has been buried under the rug for so long. All the while, anger has been exploring the opportunity for opening to a hard talk with someone. 

If we can sit in our discomfort precariously, balanced uneasily on tinder hooks for the time it lasts, you’ll gain so much stamina to face reality and become a person that others can go to. What is painful is the person who can’t face their reality and must live dissociated from the truth of who they really are and their effect on others. A lot of us who know these persons can be protecting them from facing their pain, thus enabling the illusion to continue. I believe a policy of asking for the truth while learning skilled boundaries about a person is extremely beneficial for the village and tantamount to the character. 

How do we reclaim the village? 

Our potential for suffering within the family we come from can be minimized by expressing ourselves and being listened to. 

We’ll call it being a “skilled-wise” person: To practice opening your emotional perception and emotional literacy, by just letting your thoughts and feelings flow. You’re having tea with your mind and a listen to your heart. Letting creative perceptions, thoughts, words, emotions to release. Trust and live the process out. Sustain it as long as you can. You are putting feelings into words and owning them as an expert. Sovereignty over your inner being, and a coming reverence for your inner self, is key for living a balanced and healthy emotional life. 

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