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| Stem Cell Healing Activation Series |
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The physical transformation of the body to light occurs through a reassociation of memory stored as DNA within the body and as emotional response in the mind. As the memory of pain and suffering is healed as a consequence of the application of the decision to see differently, the DNA is actually altered. In this unusual and poignant series, the Master Teacher demonstrates the |
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activation of “stem cell healing” through the conversion of his own genetic, literary and historic memories.
What an interesting perspective, that DNA, the idea of the cellular arrangement of my body association, can stop time. You have ideas that the memories of your mind do not constitute possibility of the immediacy of the experience, and in this you suffer from the condition... |
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| The Videos of the Stem Cell Healing Activation Series |
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1. Ideas About Our Embryonic Stem
Cells At The University Of
Wisconsin - Madison
A Major Change In Our Space And Time |
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2. Ideas About Our Embryonic Stem
Cells At Stanford University
School Of Medicine
A Major Change In Our Space And Time |
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3. A Story Of Compensation
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4. This Is Our Recipe For The Universe
What The Bleep?! Down The Rabbit Hole |
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Whither, midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way? |
Vainly the fowler’s eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along. |
Seek’st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,
Or where the rocking billows rise and sink
On the chafed ocean-side? |
There is a Power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast--
The desert and illimitable air--
Lone wandering, but not lost. |
All day thy wings have fanned,
At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere,
Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,
Though the dark night is near. |
And soon that toil shall end;
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,
Soon, o’er thy sheltered nest. |
Thou’rt gone, the abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, in my heart
Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart. |
He who, from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone,
Will lead my steps aright. |
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