The Emotion of Powerlessness


We are marinated in a sense of immense power when we are in the womb.  The baby can effortlessly strip mother of nutrients so he is born robust, at the expense of her health.  The baby can ignore clocks, schedules and cultural niceties, sucking his thumb with impunity.  He can hit mom without being spanked in return.

That world of immense power gets splintered with the birthing process where a child experiences a wide variety of powerlessness.  That powerlessness is reinforced through childhood, school, religion and the land-mine-loaded world of relationships.

Then comes adulthood and you face employment, interfacing with the government and that ultimate factory of powerlessness – marriage.

So by midlife, just about everyone except the most pampered primrose has a file in their brain of the emotion of powerlessness.  Few have “resolved” the past issues.  We just push through, breathe a sigh of relief when we have restored some sense of dominion, and we go on with life.

Meanwhile, there is one more episode of that debilitating emotion of powerlessness filed away in our emotional data base.

When we hit a new patch of powerlessness, someone races to the cage where all those little gremlins have been locked up for a while, throws open the door and they come tumbling out, bursting with energy and race around your brain reliving each past experience with powerlessness, thereby magnifying your current bad situation.

Brutal.

Dealing with powerlessness is a lot like dealing with a migraine.  Most people learn to recognize the early warning signals, and they pounce on it with meds.  If they don’t address the issue quickly, and just let it “run its course” it often reaches a point where they can no longer power through.  It is overwhelming.

So what DO you do to contain the emotions of the current powerlessness, and avoid letting all the gremlins out of the cage?

Here are some tools that work for me, since I don’t have a cage – I have a whole “nature reserve” just slightly smaller than Kruger National Park with more varied life forms of powerlessness than Darwin could imagine.

First, I try to identify an end point or a pause in the current drama.  If I am on the phone with a useless “Customer Support” person, I can realistically say that in five or ten minutes I will be off the phone and will deal with my problem a different way.  If I am in a long term relationship, I know that as soon as I send this email, I have a pause in the action.  I can avoid the problem until their next email back, and when it comes, I can reasonably ignore it until near the end of the day, before having to embrace the powerlessness again.

Second, I look for some way to engage different parts of my brain, other than the thoroughly inflamed powerlessness file.  My first choice is physical activity just because it is available right now.  I have a chin up bar and can quite swiftly generate enough physical pain that it overrides the emotional sector of my brain with sheer volume.

I can go into the warehouse and unpack the most recent order, then stock the shelves.  Or assemble a few CD albums.  Or wash the dishes in the sink.  I would prefer more intense physical activity, but it is not easily available at work, nor is it my strong suit.

But for some, going for a jog, or playing a rousing number on your air guitar will serve the purpose if you have strong positive emotions attached to that activity.

A second area of the brain that can be quickly stimulated is taste.  Hence, “comfort food.”  Fortunately my mango juice is highly comforting and non-fattening.  Often just the act of moving toward the refrigerator releases some anticipatory good feelings, before I actually chow down.

Sometimes I blend the two and chew my ice after the drink.  I am so very gratefully that there is not a 12 step program for all the ice chewers in the world because it certainly helps keep the gremlins in the reserve, at times.

The third part of the brain that is useful for diversionary techniques is your whole reading apparatus.  If there is an enjoyable book already underway – usually biography or history for me – a quick immersion into a chapter will pull me into a different place in my brain.

This is why hurting people get sucked into Facebook and web surfing – looking, looking, looking for SOMETHING that is interesting enough to pull them into a better part of their brain than where the negative emotions are.

Any of these areas can be addictive and damaging, but they can also be useful tools for damage control when life has mugged us and the gremlins are threatening to swarm.

Third, I check to see if I have emotional energy available to fight.  Anger and depression are closely related.  Both can come from the perception of being trapped.  Depression robs us of energy.  Anger gives us a brief high energy jolt.

If I can find my anger in the place of powerlessness, I will move toward some activity where I KNOW I can perform well, with power.  For example, I will scan my emails to see if someone asked me a question that is right absolutely in the center of my strike zone so I can blast a ball into the second deck in center field.

Some of you who have received a long email back from me answering some question in tremendous detail were actually just being used by me to get my emotional equilibrium back.  That happened today.  A lady asked a leadership question right after I had experienced a familiar powerless moment, so she got the long version of my answer – immediately – not the pungent two sentence kernel that she would have had to chew on for a while, and now I feel much better about life!

It doesn’t have to be sophisticated.  I am VERY efficient with housecleaning.  There is an ability to think out ahead and an economy of motion that is quite impressive.  The search-and-destroy mode for errant dust puppies is something to behold.

So at times I will blast through cleaning a room, primarily to re-establish dominion over something, and tamp down the pending revolt at the reserve.

Fourth, and dead last on my list, if I don’t have the emotional energy to fight back, I will talk to someone who I have reason to believe is on their game today.  I will hitchhike on their momentum.  They don’t have to know I am having a shabby day.  Many know intuitively, but we are not going to discuss my pain.  I want to hear what they are doing, what God is doing in and through them, where they are weaving principles together in a new way, where they are reaping fruit, etc.

After five minutes of drafting on their emotionally upbeat day, I can get back into my game with some degree of equanimity restored.

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There are levels of powerlessness that this won’t work for.  When you are in a long, long rut, like being a battered wife or abused employee, these tools won’t do much.

When there is a serious demonic component such as with SRA, it will take more than this.

And when there has been so little dominion in life that a person simply does not have many neurological pathways for dominion, you will need to do some serious repair work there, first, over time.

But for the mythical Average Joe who has a stare down with powerlessness every week, some of these might help you bounce back more quickly.

Copyright August 2017 by Arthur Burk

 

 

 

Authenticity in Deliverance


When someone has a long history of woundedness, rejection is almost invariably in the mix.  And when you have felt the pain of rejection, you really try not to move toward it again!

This is the client’s dilemma in a counseling situation.  He or she needs help, and they know they have to receive it on the clinician’s terms or they will be rejected.

On the other side, is the clinician’s distaste for powerlessness.  It is not a welcome emotion.  Hence, they have worked hard and studied hard to develop a set of tools that will allow them to feel some sense of mastery, effectiveness and dominion when counseling.

These two aversions – rejection and powerlessness – set the stage for a dishonest relationship.

The counselor does A, B and C which has worked for 100 other people.  If he is remarkably dishonest, he announces to the client that the problem is now solved.

If he is professional, he asks the client how he feels about the situation.

And that is the choke point for the client.

He KNOWS that the counselor absolutely believes that the issue should be fixed after A, B and C.  He KNOWS the counselor really doesn’t know what else to do.  AND if the client says, “Well, I don’t think it is all done,” or “I don’t feel like anything has changed,” that is going to push the counselor’s buttons.

If the counselor is a big boy, he will be disappointed, but will lean into it some more, even though he doesn’t know what to do.  If the counselor is still carrying a bag full of unresolved issues, he will turn against the client and some level of overt or covert emotional rejection will take place.

So the client who wishes to continue the relationship reasons that it probably IS OK, since the big guy said so, or it will finish working itself out during the night, or it will get resolved eventually when they work on something else in that general area.

So the client allows the counselor’s perception that everything is taken care of, to stand unchallenged.

And thus is born another dishonest relationship between an unhealed healer, and a client who is not likely to get healed in the context of an inauthentic relationship.

Here is a better model.

I worked with Sally again yesterday.  God directed us to the 14th year.  Lots and lots of drama.  God came.  He showed us big stuff.  He did big stuff.  She was excited about the immensity of the intervention by God.  The work was so deep it went on for hours.  She texted me at her bedtime saying that it was still churning.

My emotional conclusion?  “We nailed it!  A done deal!  Go God!!!”

This morning, Sally let me know that something was wrong.  Things were better, but not right.

My reaction inside?

-You can’t be serious?  After all that move of God yesterday, it isn’t done and isn’t right?  REALLY?!

-I am BUSY.  I didn’t have time yesterday for that big deal, and I REALLY don’t have time today.

With my mouth I said, “Hmm.  That is a surprise.  I wonder what is lacking?  Let me listen a bit?”

I pondered the story line.  Ah, the parts!  There were six of them from that period.  They needed to be brought up to speed. I explained to them that 14 was new and refurbished and exciting and I wanted to show them.  They were terribly unimpressed with my excitement but they barely humored me and went.

They admitted that it was gorgeous, different, but said it made them feel super heavy.  They wanted to get out of there.

I was bummed.  Struck out again.  So we vacated that location, had a discussion and facilitated their going to a new place to work on detox.  They were pleased, but it would be a process.

Checked with Sally to see if this was it.  It HAD to be.  Yesterday’s land work was stupendously immense.  Must be just a minor matter of the parts getting cleaned up too.

I asked how she felt about it.  She said it was wonderful that they were getting cleaned up, but that was not it.  There was still something.

Double bummer!  I told her I was flat out of time, and would have to listen to God for my next cue card, since I had no idea what to do.

Honesty on her part.  Honesty on my part.

Later on in the morning, while I was scurrying around, doing “stuff,” a detail swam to the surface.  I remembered a bump in the road she had in childhood.  I pinged her.  She was available.  I asked if she was seven when that happened.

Yes.

Curse on time?  Seven and 14 were locked down so I asked about other multiples of seven.  21 was horrible.  28 ditto.  We worked it out.  A rock solid curse on time, every seven years – in addition to the one every 13 years she had dealt with a few years before.

I was elated. THISTIMEWEGOTIT!

Did the prayer, with a healthy dose of generational cleansing to boot, and she felt a lot of stuff moving.  Exciting. The payoff for honesty in the relationship, and tenacity in working on what is really there, not just what I wanted to be there.

I basked in the comfort of having gotten past powerlessness.  The Holy Spirit had come through, and given me my cue card when I was patient, and I am back in the game.  Yay God.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Stuff moved.  I asked her if it felt right.

She said better but not right.

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!!!

I got that cue card from God!  How can it not be done yet?

Note:  I DID NOT SAY THAT out loud.  Just in my head.  I try to be authentic internally even when I am being polite to a friend.

I was about to plead busyness so I could get off the phone when the Holy Spirit flashed another cue card – her birth was messy!  Oh yes!  I remember that now.  (Love those cue cards.)

So, I mentioned that to her, showed how the physical violations fit into the bigger pattern, and then we asked God to extend the cleansing of the cycle of time to her year zero, and all the bad births in the generational line and THAT set off quite a firestorm of spiritual activity.

It was still going on when I got off the phone.

I will find out tomorrow whether year 14 is clean, done and sealed.  I SOOOO hope it is.

But whether it is, or it isn’t, I trust Sally to be honest and tell me how it really is, and I will be honest with how surprised or relieved I am, and we will go forward.

Authenticity in a ministry relationship is much more effective than dishonesty and fear, even though it is emotionally yanking in a dozen different ways.

Copyright August 2017 by Arthur Burk

 

 

A Strange Writer’s Block


Suzie is on a journey which includes healing from D.I.D.  She is well down the road, with her Original Self established in the present time and her spirit well involved in daily life.

She lives most of her life without work-arounds, and from time to time as new parts surface, she has a protocol to engage, cleanse and integrate them.

Along the way, she found a part who said her name was Writer.  This part is in the present, staying with Original Self, but has opted not to integrate.  Suzie is fine with that.

I have a brief coaching session with Writer once every month or six week, working on her writing skill.  Her first stories were shallow.  I taught her how to build more layers into the stories and how to enlarge the emotional range of the problem the story addresses.  Then it was point of view, character development, tone, texture, principles, etc.  Basic writing skill from my highly biased perspective.

And she wrote.  Suzie’s busy lifestyle limited available time for Writer, but every month, she cranked out a new story and each one was remarkably better than the one before.  Her volume was pretty low, but her growth in expertise from story to story was dramatic.

I became vaguely aware that I hadn’t heard from Writer for a while, but with all I have to do here, I didn’t really look in that direction.  Eventually I got an email from her saying she was empty, could not write anything, and felt she needed to be integrated into Original Self so she could get back to writing.

I visited with her for a bit today.  I have no objections to integration.  In Suzie’s life there have been a small number of parts who opted out of integration for a while, and each one eventually decided they would rather have the larger playing field of Suzie’s life than the independence of being a part.  So Writer’s request was highly typical of Suzie’s journey.

HOWEVER, it didn’t feel right to me, so I poked around.

My bottom line, which I explained to her, is that I had no issues with integration but I sure would feel better about her going in with sparkles rather than defeated.  She concurred that this was pretty much a position of powerlessness.  She had used all the tools for overcoming writer’s block I had given her a while back, and nothing worked.

I asked her permission to snoop for a bit, and she gave it.

Original Self assured me that all was clean and clear in her space.  There had been no defilement or wet blanket.

We scanned the horizon checking out the usual sectors where Suzie occasionally has trouble and nothing clicked.

I went to the Teacher portion of her spirit and held up three trial balloons.

-“They” took something out of her.

-“They” put some covering over her.

-“They” put a partition inside her blocking her from access to her treasure.

Teacher voted for #2.

Instantly I saw a burqa.  Suzie has no connections we know of with that culture, so I assumed this was an analogy.  What I extracted from that was that a burqa is designed to hide a woman’s beauty.  I wondered who wanted Writer’s beauty hidden.

Immediately I flashed to an old, old story from her school days of a teacher who reviled her and told her how dumb and hopeless she was in all things related to writing and speech.  That was aggravating since I know Suzie had done a LOT of work on that incident over the years.

What could be still there that would allow this level of attack?

The Holy Spirit said, “Pandora’s Box.”  Ah yes!  The incident in Suzie’s life was designed to activate the old generational stuff.  Made sense.

We were on a roll.

I asked the Spirit what He wanted to show me.  Instantly I saw an almost cartoonish stereotypical picture of the tall, angular, spinster, school teacher with her hair in a tight bun, huge glasses riding down her nose and habitual anger in every line of her face.  She was standing over a little girl in a blue dress in her primary school desk, raging at the little one who was just paralyzed with terror, unable to really imagine what she did to prompt such an emotional assault.

I did the usual, asking God to sit in judgment on all the assaults all the teachers have made against school kids in Suzie’s generations asking Him to cancel the power of words that were not true and right and just.  I asked Him to strip away fear, shame, paralysis and confusion.

Next up were all the inner vows in the generations where kids rejected their writing, rejected their design, rejected the fire in their belly, rejected taking initiative, rejected the pursuit of excellence and opted for keeping a low profile, in a survival mode.

I asked for that cleansing to be brought forward to the present.

Paused and “felt.”

Teacher or Writer (I can’t remember whom) reported progress, but it felt to me like I was shoveling the snow off a driveway using a spoon.  For all the huffing and puffing I just did, the three little piggies were still doing just fine.

Asked the Holy Spirit for my next cue card.  Instantly saw a dagger in the back of her right knee.  Ah, yes, the old standard picture of jealousy coming against her dominion.

I pondered where that might be from and saw a picture of an oral community having a monthly gathering.  The village elders were primary, the rest of the community gathered around the circle, and the official historian was sharing a story while the rest listened with rapt attention.

Suddenly it all made sense.  It isn’t about Writer.  It is about the Story Telling office.  The Story Teller wasn’t entertaining.  He was sharing a historical vignette to pass on the history to an oral society, but more than that, he was telling THAT story because the elders needed a particular value reinforced in the community.

And Writer does not write for entertainment.  She has an AX to grind and every one of her stories is pounding away at the same value.

So . . . over the generations, the office of Story Teller has been in her family line from time to time.  They have shaped cultures through their skill and their choice of which values to endorse.  And there has been jealousy from others in power over the fact that the Story Teller was more influential than those with political power.

It all fit.

I dealt with the jealousy issue.  (If this is new to you, go to our Free Audio, select the Spiritual Warfare album, and you can hear the strategy for dealing with jealousy there).  Brought the cleansing forward to Writer.

Paused to feel.

Ah!  I have graduated from a spoon to a snow blower. The driveway is looking good.

Oh, wait!  Not so fast.

The Holy Spirit pulled up the previous picture of the village gathering and this time the Story Teller was not just telling, but was being highly dramatic, playing several people in turn, on his imaginary stage.  But what was new in the picture was Father watching from the back, smiling contentedly as the Story Teller was doing exactly what Father designed him to do – loving his job, doing it with skill, shaping the values of the culture.

I moved swiftly to ask God to explore the family lines all the way back, long before there were written words, and to identify every ancestor who was in the office of Story Teller and who acquitted themselves well.

Then I asked Him to gather up His immense joy over the function of that office and to marinate Writer in Father’s joy over the AX she is grinding and her passion to change her culture!

And this time when I paused to feel, it was a gentle summer morning on the driveway and the plants were vibrant with life.

Writer was in a pretty good place.

I bailed, leaving her basking in the moment.  We shall see what bubbles up from her in the next month.

I am still quite open to an integration, and feel she can write bigger in Original Self than by herself, but that is up to her.  At least if we do an integration soon, it will be from a position of being an incredibly valuable treasure, rather than a whipped puppy.

Copyright August, 2017 by Arthur Burk

 

 

 

 

 

Two Tools for Finding Identity


“Sally” contacted me and asked about some growth issues.  She has a strong religious background, so duty to the demands of community has been central for her in the past.  I am always alert to that as a possible filter for her thought processes, and gently push back when I hear that tone.

In this case, she had a growth project she was working on and wanted me to speak into her strategy.  I gently demurred against her game plan and suggested that unpacking her God-given design was more important to the Kingdom than fulfilling someone’s To Do List.

When I moved the discussion toward her design, she predictably choked.  Discovering our individuality is not core teaching from the religious spirit.

I concurred that it is hard for a person to see themselves, so I sent her to a good friend of hers and asked the friend to describe her design.  The results were not useful since they were all descriptions of her growth in recent years, not her design.  Predictable, since the friend is also coming out of religion.

I tried to show the difference between design and skill acquisition with this illustration.  The objective in school is to teach all the kids how to write.  However, there is the foundational question of whether the child is right or left-handed which needs to be addressed before teaching them how to write.  As the child grows older, there are a multitude of academic skills that need to be mastered to become a good writer, but at the same time, there is more and more pressure to find one’s own voice in their writing – and that is the primacy of design, again.

I sent Sally back to her friend, Suzie, and suggested two tools.  The first is a static comparison.  I suggested that Suzie identify four people who she knows really well and then describe how Sally is the same or different from each of these.  It is often easy to see a comparison when we can’t find language for the abstract.  When Suzie puts Sally alongside her son, Fred, it will be easy to see that Fred is contemplative, Sally is impulsive.  Fred is adaptive to every environment, and Sally needs to change her environment to fit herself.  Fred has a narrow emotional range, and Sally is a piano with a key board twice as large as a standard piano!

Once Suzie comes up with that list from the four comparisons, Sally can sort through it and say, “These are design statements and these are woundedness and this other set of markers are simply immaturity.”

The second tool I gave her was to have Suzie place Sally and Fred in situations they have never been in and describe how they would respond.

Each is hosting a party at their home.  They get so caught up in talking with one of the guests, that they let the main dish burn until smoke is coming from the kitchen.  What would each of them do in that crisis?

Each one is offered a promotion which means moving out of the country.  How would they process that offer?

Each hears that there is a big move of God in the city one hour away from them, at the church they used to attend.  How would they process the decision of whether to go back or not?

Whether Suzie is right or wrong in her assessment of how Sally would respond to those situations, the discussion is sure to surface some valuable information about how Sally is perceived.  If Suzie is adamant that Sally would do X and Sally is positive she would do Y, this would be a very productive conversation.  What is it in the culture that has caused Sally to act differently from her design, and could Sally give herself permission to act according to her design in the future, if she knows so clearly what it is?

NOW — here is the real point of this blog.

My life is an awesome dance between principle and revelation.

WHILE I was having a hurried chat with Sally on doing her homework better, I got one of those beloved Elbow in the Ribs from the Holy Spirit.  He reminded me that long ago, Sally had engaged with the Giver portion of her spirit and came back with a real blank.  Giver had no clue who she was.

In the context of my using principles to show Sally how to find out about herself, the Holy Spirit gave revelation about Giver, saying that Giver had a passion for architecture.

I immediately floated that to Giver, suggesting that she had strong feelings about when a building was put together badly.  Knowing her religious background, I added a guess.  I suggested that in the past, when Giver had spoken about buildings that were right or wrong, she had been cursed with the label “judgmental.”  This is one of the most universal Christian cuss words used to silence people we don’t agree with.

I legitimized Giver’s design by pointing out that God the Architect was very controlling.  He told both Moses and David that they were not permitted to improve on His architectural design of the buildings they built for Him.  Right now, Jesus is involved in a huge building project getting ready for us.  And one of the few things we know about the eternal state is that we, the Bride, won’t be in heaven.  We will be a meticulously designed city in the “new heaven and new earth.”

This proclaims how important architecture is to God.  We will not be just a Bride, or sheep, or a vineyard but a city with specific characteristics.

Finally I reminded Giver of the deep emotional reaction Sally had to the chapter “Secular and Sacred – Paula” in the book “Blessing your Soul” about the B & B.  I suggested to Giver that in addition to blessing the land, she could design a B & B for the redemptive gifts.  What would happen if people could choose to go to a Teacher B & B or a Mercy B & B?  And when the first seven B & B in her chain are built, she could take it a step up.

What about an architectural design that fits a male Exhorter vs. a female Exhorter?

And then there is the land.  Imagine the chatter on the web when this world famous chain of boutique B & B explores the options for opening the next one.  Giver has in mind a female Ruler B & B for the next one in her chain.  What would it be like if this were in a Mercy city, or a Prophet city, or a Teacher city?  I could see some vibrant discussions around that theme.

So I left Sally with the mandate to clear her schedule for the day and allow Giver to begin to unpack her treasure now that she had language for it.

She still needs to go back to Suzie and do the bigger principle-based assignment, but as so often happens, when we start with principles, we often end up with revelation.

Giver scored today, thanks to an “Elbow.”  BYSo SLG Coaching blog

Copyright February 2016, by Arthur Burk

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Demon, Part or AHS?


Jenny came to me with a “will of God” question.  She had sought God about taking some training and enrolled, then ended up in a strong push/pull.  She wanted to learn the material, but was doing very poorly and could hardly bring herself to go.

She wanted my advice on how to determine if it was God’s will that she quit.

Knowing the story, I was pretty sure she was supposed to finish, but I don’t like White Knuckle Christianity.  When she signed up, she was so sure it was part of her design, and so was I.

As I listened to her story, the push/pull stood out.  There was internal conflict.  So that means there was shame, fear, curse, demon, part or an alien human spirit.

Scrolling through the options, I felt I should try for an AHS.  With all my discernment tools, I could not reason confidently to one particular problem, so whatever I tried would be a guess at best.

Turned out to be a good guess.  I said, “I would like to speak to the AHS that does not like Jenny going to class.”

It immediately responded.  I asked politely why it objected to her taking the class, and it said she was no good, would never be any good in that subject and that there was no benefit or future in it for her.

The language and logic used by the AHS indicated that this was an older spirit, not a young, one dimensional child.  I carried on a small amount of conversation, querying what the AHS thought she would be good at.  It had no particular idea.

So I explored arranging for it to return to eternity, and it agreed and left.

Jenny didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but as glad as she was to get it gone, she still had no desire to go back to class, so she sadly told me.

I opted for demon next and spoke directly to the demon commanding it to respond to me.  They don’t always respond immediately, but the client can usually feel fear or defiance inside in the middle of the silence.  She listened closely inside and felt absolutely nothing.

It was possible that this was just a very determined, clever demon, but then Jenny shared that it had been difficult to go to the training for some time, but after the last time when the instructor had scolded her, it was just utterly impossible to think of it.

That was my clue that it was a part.  I said, “May I speak to the little one who was so offended by the scolding Jenny got last week?”

There was an immediate response of a five year old who was scared that I was going to scold and be harsh.  I reassured the part, got it to Original Self and in a few moments, integrated it.

Since most people have discernment they don’t pay attention to, I also asked Jenny if there were any areas of the building that she did not like.  She was swift to identify them, so I encouraged her to cleanse the land or clear out the demons, so that she was not pushing against that too.

I don’t know if she will finish the training or not, but it will be more within her reach now.

Copyright November 2015 by Arthur BurkDeveloping Discernment SLG Coaching blog

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Sulcus Centralis


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

 

 

 

When Change Doesn’t Happen


There is an old joke:  “How many psychologists does it take to change a light bulb?”

Answer:  “Only one.  But the light bulb has to want to change.”

This is the standard safety net for the therapeutic community.  “My tools work, so it has to be your fault when they don’t work.”

In that light, I was discussing a “Sally” today with someone who is trying to help her.  Sally has been stuck for years over a push/pull regarding enabling.  There is a person she enables regularly.  She knows she does it.  She knows there are alternatives.  She has had sundry people who have exhorted her, scolded her or even been angry at her.

Sally does not defend her enabling at all.  It is just that when push comes to shove, she is not able to make the decision to allow the reproofs of life to be visited on the other person.

My suggestion to Sally’s coach was that this might be the result of an AHS in Sally.

My logic was this.  Most soul issues are malleable.  AHS generally are quite resistant to any sort of counseling.  So the mere fact that Sally did not like what she did (clearly not in denial here) but kept on doing it anyway, relentlessly, suggested that it might be an AHS controlling the decision making process.

She will explore that option with Sally.

My main point here is that when something doesn’t work that you think should, don’t default to blaming the person.  Sure, there are lots of times when the client doesn’t want to change and going to therapy is just a smoke screen to pretend they are working on the issue.  I know that situation DOES exist.

However, when they want to change and don’t, at least check and see if you are dealing with an AHS in the decision making center, not their own soul.

Copyright June 2015 by Arthur Burk

From home, clobbered with jet lag