Life is an Orchestra, divine.
I am Organella.
Organelle;
“Small, specialized structure within a cell”, 1910, from Modern Latin organella (1909),
A diminutive from Latin organum “instrument”,
Medieval Latin, “organ of the body”
(ˌɔɹ.ɡənˈɛl)
Synonym: cell organelle.
Organelle literally means “little organ”. As the body is composed of various organs, the cell, too, has “little organs” that perform special functions. In general, they are membrane-bound compartments or structures of a cell.
In strict definition, an organelle is a membrane-bound (bound by the members around it) compartment or structure in a cell (similar to a prison cell) that performs a special function (what kind of special and the fruit it bears is the que
stion).
This page is an assertion of my chosen specialty in its purest essence,
Clearly and harmoniously receiving and transmitting
Gnosis
The Way
The Truth
My Life
as I apply myself more than ever
within this {prison}cell.
The etymology of words will be explored and included as we get closer to the he(art) of the matter!
This prison cell in the jail of life is very akin to
a{post}box/postal serVice, through which each organelle (LET{he[r]} / letter, is sent forth to be DEliveRED and then SAVED, logged; by being READ ("to advise, counsel, persuade, deliberate,RULE, arrange, EQUIP, learn by ; reading,
put in ORDER - German; raten 'to advise, counsel, GUESS - *Words from this root in most modern Germanic languages, still mean 'counsel, advise', CONNECTED to 'Riddle' via NOTION OF 'interpret'
Thus, in a world inverted through the play of opposites and the rule of the Law or Word, the root meaning of words is a powerful tool in excavating the diamond out of the rough and getting closer to truth : Reading the Word / Code / Signal (w)rite-fully / as a rite of PASSAGE in gnosis, as we/me grow(s) & evolves expansively.
This reading of rites is also a RECIPROCAL process between the entire spectrum of opposites at 'play' on each of the different dimensional frequency 'planes'. This element of reciprocity in the flow of energy that runs through everything is the reason for this work brought to this platform at this time and made available to others who are on a similar mental frequency – CONSIDER THIS MY SHOUT OUT, Universe!
Every 'thing' or 'being' in this realm is completely RECIPROCATED by the existence of its perfect opposite, always within reach of USer(s), albeit an inbuilt ignorance called the limbic system – the ‘unseen’ foundation of the prison cell and its structure.
Being Bilateral in nature, with a logical left brain ‘hemisphere’, and intuitive right brain counterpart, it serves as a crucial interface; assimilating data upon which to make choices, between the hemispheres, often with interesting consequences in "misreading" the complexities of the paradox that is life in the consciousness of the unit having the experience being read upside-down-back-to-front, often times.
The understanding that Etymology brings to the revelation of all things, will form an important part in framing the purpose behind the vision of this page. Only when we understand the 'terms' of our prison(cell) and correctly read the sentence and figure out what it means, can we contemplate the meaning of "FREEDOM" and the peace that PASSES understanding.
I will also be using the metaphors of the net and web in defining the meaning behind the vision that has been taking shape over the last few years now ripe for action as I come into tune.
The suble difference between the two and how creating a network to safeguard and define the membrane around this organelle is the result of many years struggling to free myself from a web.
This page is dedicated to the Dolores to my Caleb, my sister, Jacqueline. It is my wholehearted testimony as I complete this final lap in the marathon, and be the Lighthouse Keeper I always knew I was. May the light shine on.
Dear Bob,
You were always clean. Messy sometimes, cutely defensive to criticism of any so-called mess. You turned my Mess into a Message.
And it was a very concise, well stated MESSAGE, to be equally concise- and I mean that.
This year especially, your STATE of being preceded your mouth - your heart no longer overflowed with the issues of life, for your life was spent guarding that most sharpest of swords, your tongue. Worse still, the things Unspoken, that you felt too ... scared?... to even explore.
I know there was so much that no one saw or knew about your world.
As I discover more of the things you found before me that I could not see in my self righteous ignorance, being so enlightened and all - as I stumble across your crumbs left for me - I am satisfied in these dark woods for a mom