That Latin word describes something in the brain. Here is the backstory.
“Sally” had a bumpy childhood then did a lot of repair work in her adult life. She has been exceptionally diligent to work with her spirit and learn what each of the seven portions is about.
She has also had a wide variety of deliverance over the decades, ranging from old school yelling at the demons to more sophisticated techniques.
In her messy season she had chronic problems with her mind racing relentlessly, even though there was no particular urgency to be thinking like that. Healing and deliverance resolved that some time back, except when she goes to a particular location associated with her past, then she endures it for as long as she is there.
However, this week, it re-occurred randomly while she was at home living an ordinary life. She went to her deliverance team and they booted the demon fairly easily, then she wrote me and asked why it could attach to her.
I floated the theory that there was possibly an anomaly in her brain at that spot and asked if her spirit could go searching and find the exact spot where the critter attached.
To my immense delight, the Prophet and Mercy portions of her spirit went there and identified a spot that they feel very confident is THE place where the “revving up demon” attaches.
She went to the web to look at brain pictures and her spirit identified the spot as a place on the sulcus centralis. As I understand this term, it is a fold in the brain marking the boundary between the frontal and the parietal lobes. It seems to be a longish crease in the brain, and there is a precise spot, just to the right of the mid line where the demon has access.
Now we have our beloved question: so what?
I queried her spirit about the spot. Is it damaged? Is there a device there? Is something missing?
Unhesitatingly, the response was that something is missing. I rephrased it. The physical dynamic of the brain tissue is fine, but the spiritual fractal that it represents is deficient or gone, right? The spirit responded with joyous affirmation that we were on track.
In one sense, this is a new concept to me, but in another not so much. Take the issue of sight. Your optic nerves go to the back of your head in the occipital lobe where the input signal is converted into what we consider a visual image. There is a spiritual equivalent to that — a fractal of sight. And some people can see perfectly well with their physical eyes but not so much with their spiritual eyes.
Thus I can vaguely imagine some spiritual fractal being missing from any portion of the brain.
That is our hunt at present. I am not well versed in the anatomy of the brain. If those of you with medical background could share your wisdom with us, I would be appreciative.
What we know now is that this is a crease in the brain between the frontal lobe and the parietal lobe. It is a demarcation, but not a fence between the two.
One question that bubbles up is how many creases of this type are there? I wonder if that would give us a clue.
I am looking for any sort of biological characteristics of that tissue and its functions. We will start by doing due diligence and crowd sourcing the research. If we don’t come up with anything that we can leverage into an understanding of the intended spiritual dynamic, then we will ask for revelation from Father.
Once we understand the physical reality, I suspect we can identify the original spiritual fractal. Then I can query the spirit and find out which portion of the fractal is missing. From there, we would query the whole spirit to find out which portion of the spirit has the anointing to repair a missing fractal.
Kind of out there, but worth exploring. And if we are right about this whole theory, it would open the door for a world of other strategies for the brain.
But hold the champagne. We are a long way from cracking the code on this one.
So medical people, can you inform us on the nature and function of the sulcus centralis?
Copyright August 2015 by Arthur Burk
From South Africa, with my suitcase already packed, itching to go home