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The Metta-Physician



Dearest Mr.  Helm, 


I wrote this Poetic composition FOR you, about you, from the eyes of a woman Surrendered, ready, willing, committed to her Divine purpose. My perception of your amazing, exquisite gift seems to perpetuate my creative energy.  I fearlessly yielded to you,  allowed you to remove the sheaths of skin that caused my soul to become naked, raw, and ready. Ready to serve, to be one, reunited with the other half of my soul. It is magnificent, yet piercing to become intimate and vulnerable on this level to another. I allowed you to pour your energy into my blood, my veins, you are in my Heart ... 

I am a woman deeply rooted in the soil of the earth, each chamber of my heart beats to the sound of cries from those suffering. To give is to live but to receive what you have bestowed upon me is to embrace all that is all that was in this moment, ecstatically, humbly, Divinely, gratuitously blessed.  


Compelled, to communicate this joy to you. This is what flowed through me, a reaction to the impact that you have Divinely caused in my life I believe that you and I are twin souls separated from the skin of the same seed, split to create a reality that would return to its natural state of Love, like stars that collided in the sky creating a sacred planetary ceremony, for our soul's evolutionary continuum.


My awareness heightened when you magically appeared in the absence of a desire, need, want, or as a result of my own solicitation. You came as a Healer, I honor you, I seized the moment to be a mirror whose reflection I hope you would see your own magnificence.   


I will Never NOT peruse my selfless desire to be of service to your highest good. As my soul recognizes itself in you and seeks nothing from you,  with the exception of filling your senses with the sweet nectar of my essence, for to exist on this earth is a gift, actualized, recognized in itself, an ecstasy in creation. 
To "Barry Helm " The Metta-Physician 

He mystically appeared, camouflaged, primordial, fierce,  quietly confident, contained a spiritual warrior, traveling through the geometric dimensions of time.  Intense,  calm, paces, his energy contained in a vortex of brilliant light.


The Doctor of Light, disguised as ordinary,  performing the extraordinary. The "Metta" -Physician "within him resides the awakened seed of creation. An affirmation of his awakened Divine Inheritance. awakened in itself, recognized as self. The healer, an ancient mystic,  present in the physical, effortlessly, and calmly makes a transition, when he begins his ascension. he's a lonesome traveler,  with no destination, no  Past, no future, no negative, no positive, present in the now.

He straddles altered worlds, through all dimensions.  His energy powered by anatomic matter. He spherically, systematically, chromatically, and brilliantly spins into an energetic frequency, simultaneously activating his portals, aligning each to assist. He transcends the physical as he begins his ascension hovering above and beyond. Dr of illumination, with hands of fire, incinerates the archives of separation, From the scorpion's sting, to the reptilians wrath, to the Roman spear, he rises the seat of the wounded soul above humanities perversities. He's unassuming but assured the lightworker, works the night.  as a serpent disguised as a dove. Healer Man works beyond metatronic forces, He sees beyond physicality's, beyond the disguised frontal energies. Using his will he surrenders, dying to his own physicality. He projects his guarded patient into a semi-conscious state. With his hands as a scalpel, he slices through the matter that binds his patient to the confined environment of the somnambulist. 


Like a mad mathematician, the alchemist Uses breath to create the patterns of healing. The man the warrior the healer, keen in his senses, Armed in spiritual trigonometry, is one in the trinity of creation, attoned in the Sonship of awakening humanity. His ways are unknown and cannot be measured or contained. He arrives disguised unrecognized by the physically sick, the broken. Healer Man, Mad Scientist, physiological mystic, alchemically, Divinely, consciously transcends all attachments. 


Incarnated in suffering, Dr. Of Light, an archetypical man prophetically transcending the prophecy of illusion, separation, and judgment, freeing his pain-filled spirit, Free of altruism, his heart caged  By pinions. dr.Divine lives in the teshuva and is atoned by his desire to free his own wounded-ness. A man split in two by a torch that petrified his naked heart. His hands of fire, a gift manifested in masculine atoning his crucifixion in the feminine. 

Dr Of Light, the alpha the omega, omnipresent,  affirmed in his "I Am " presence. Seals his healing space as he humbly calls upon the assistance of his healers, guides, angels, archangels, Jesus Buddha, ascended masters. He gently begins breathing as I witness him enter into a void. He is cool in his demeanor, his mood changes, he detaches from the physical, his appearance becomes a facade. The sage quietly, and fiercely armors himself. Prepared to initiate a miracle. The healing begins,  healer and patient enter a moment of willingness, Like a magician he scans the body, his hands an X-ray detecting emotional pain,  trauma buried in layers of flesh,  under mounds of tension, years of resentments. The enlightened and patient become an ebb and flow. He strikes each wound with vengeance holding it in captivity until the pain becomes unbearable,  the physical body releases its prisoner with sounds, moans, groans cries, as collective matriarch mother of creation giving birth,  pleasure, and pain become one with  Each breath, with each auditory vibration, healer and healing creates an invisible ceremonial Ring of fire. Together with entering the kingdom of one, Physician and Patient, mirroring duality,  together, their energies become a tool for transmutation. Dr. Divine silences as he  Listens to the language coming from the impaired soul.

Patient to self, healer to healed. The Metta -Physician prepared, magnetically, energetically mystically continues dissolving all schisms of separation, breaking bonds on illusion. Like a skilled composer, composed, poised, prepared, calmly connects to each sound energetically waits for a signal, then strikes his baton as his energy flows encapsulating his orchestra into a symphony of synchronicity, a sacred concert harmonizing two souls simultaneously, joined in holy matrimony. The Healer paces creates healing spaces with his energetic vibration.  Like a metal detector looking for jeweled treasures in a ship-wrecked vessel at the bottom of the sea. The Spiritual Alchemist reconnects geometric misalignments of a fragmented spirit. He seizes his patients' altered ego, realigning, activating scattered atomic matter. With his hands as an energetic conductor begins to awaken each molecule releasing lower bodies through dimensions of light. Within his hands contains the universe, Keen in his intuition he detects cellular dysfunctions trapped in black holes the spiritualist, Guru, Shaman, carefully restrings misaligned DNA.

With eyes of Compassion, he gazes beyond the skeptic's glare as his wounded warrior surrenders!  becoming willing, willing to be ripped opened, split in two. reconnecting shattered fragmented matter, the magician, Metta - Man Shifted me beyond my emotional barriers. Persistently and forcefully he explored behind every soft tender place, pushing me to the edge of my guarded threshold, Dr. Divine, universal mirror, My Healer, my healing, twin souls.  mystically, healing me from all my trapped emotional disturbances residing inside my cells,  forcefully, unsympathetically, yet intentionally he pried me open, exposing my sensitivity and wounded ego. Prince of Babylonia challenged  me physically, yet  just to the  point of unbearable pain, endorphins rushed over me, euphorically washing  away the Collections of energy trapped, passionately like a  lover  ravishing his beloved, 
The healer, feminine masculine, confidently relinquished my urge to defend. In my strength he found my weakness, he massaged my flesh in haste, confusing my senses,  I  felt his essence move through me, encapsulating me in a cocoon of radiant light,  protecting me,  affirming my wounded soul. Transferring sensations, electrical currents of energy shooting stars of geometry Transmuting every negative cell. 

 
Pulsating energy reconnecting my scattered fragmented self. , He pried me open,  a warm brilliant light entered into my soul. With hands of fire, he discovered the treasure buried between my head and my heart.  He pushed me off the edge, then invisibly waited to catch me, he moved me beyond all energetic grey matter, linking me to new strands of DNA,  Dark memories once trapped inside, burdened by the harsh conditions of my guarded mind.

He scanned me, nullified my fears, his persistence ripped away from my resistance,  leaving me suspended Between illusion and reality. My body trembling with anticipation of the next physical assault, apprehensively I began letting go,  internal heat, a billion galaxies in his hands, he moves through Like a  blazing fire his hands rapidly melted away my fears, as he gently moved around my guarded body,  pulling, stretching, tugging my limbs,  tendons, muscles, as he prodded I surrendered, yielding to his energy, allowing him to activate me, my pain became a magnetic field, as he unraveled me like a spool of thread, like tiny strands of atoms circling around the nucleus of my core, causing me to regurgitate old beliefs.  With vibrant energy, light working through him, energetic currents ripped through my veins, as he stood witness,  euphorically and sympathetically anticipating my future harvest, he scattered seeds of renewal over my semi-conscious body and weeded my inner garden.  As I laid divinely entranced in every physical movement.

Dr. Of Light cracked my Shell, broke down my armed walls, into a million pieces like little ripples, circling around a pebble, the darkness lifted through my eyes, clearing My lens. Mystery man, A  quack, a jack in a box, a roadrunner , ran to my rescue, he disturbed my comfortable Nest, ruffled up my coiffed existence. With His hands he insistently tapped on my head, poked me, provoked me, pecking like an annoying parrot, trapped in a cell, distracted by the sound of raindrops falling on a windowpane, He agitated me as he zapped all my internal debris.  In  Spirit he spoke to me, he non -verbally held  "me accountable, demanding my willingness to relinquish the attachment to my wounds, collected in my past, releasing me of the karmic gravity that held me in contempt, breaking the chains that bound me to past lives. visions, memories once filled with heroism, greed, wealth, Lust jealously, poverty, Torture, slavery, royalty, envy.  spears lodged in my back, remnants of past lifetimes, all the isms attached by "schisms" vanished. The memories of abuse, assault, insult, that once separated me from my inherent gifts dissolved into a crystallized vapor of tears. Waves of compassion, trust, love, honor, and loyalty washed over me .beloved, and loved unified, the physician of metaphysics, metastasized my inner beauty.


Healer Man mended my broken heart, once left to mourn the adversity of her existence. He uncovered the fortress that housed my wounds. Like a captain holding on to the wheels of the Hell,  one with his vessel in the stormy seas. He held on through all my noise, my constant chatter, the pitter-patter, determined to free me,  as each breath became harder for me to release, he pushed harder, forcing me to use my voice to identify the pain with a sound, with each painful contraction, each exhalation, became an ecstasy, energy flowing from one vessel to another, unceasing, releasing, emptying into a void, creating a gap, an empty space,  left for a future of dreams to awaken. Healed, Renewed, untainted, unharmed, United through intention, solar unification, universal oneness, the uncommon and common, emerging in universes,  colliding into a bliss-filled moment.  Divinely  Aware of the present, abandoning the past yet simultaneously, rapidly abandoning the mockery of the mental conditions caused by the human condition. My mind once wounded in the perception of separation conceived a new seed. No  longer wondering in the dark looking for a lighthouse, light and dark, hand and healer , emerging  as one. Dr. Of Hope, king of kings, prince of peace , avenger and scavenger, never gave  up, or gave in, with each new breath, the he, the she ,  became we ,me ,  the heroine , the protagonist the antagonist, one role, one symphony, Hand, brush,  artist , canvas, all one  creating a masterpiece .

Healer and healed companions of light, a million stars illuminating against one magnificent sky. In heaven, as is on earth,  healed, forever altered, forever changed, forever connected, Forever one!
Shining light Shining bright! Birthing a new reality!

Namaste, My Friend, Divinely Deanna .......


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