03ba-ELS Bio-Electric Nerve Fever

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Electrical Oxidization and cleaning up the Nervo

System

Each evening I'm looking forward to my morning espresso, kick starting my day refreshed. I slip inring heavy headaches in the hope to outstretch a ten hour night of sleep. At worst I doze by an undercstreet sweep. A littering of confetti that scintillates in mind with a relentless retrieve of ideas. Neither ap, nor awake to concentrate, my biological clock is thrown on the lurch. My mind dithering with a com

of brief concentration, on the tides by day or night. My wait can be long for that billowingh wave in from the ocean. The head wash by which to wake up with that light bulbht and full of energy feeling kicking an anxious jump start out of bed, dress, and

ve on behind my laptop's keyboard. After the first few hours, the screen effectn unrelenting concentration dims the light entering its sixth hour. In despair,head is the scope of attention, as a flaring migraines crosses the threshold

m years of headache. Beyond the ninths hour of burning neurons, I feel ther and tear of my rechargeable battery od a concentration exhausting me intombie state.

I gauged the time by the light successive whoosh of traffic under myroom window. The tremors of silent long haulers transporting logs around thersection, or farmers' roaring tractors leaving behind a waft of compost for thes. Came that Monday after a weekend plagued by migraines, nave till then tophenomenon. Moments later through long strides I crossed the bridge aloft the river as I headed towa

gey downtown. Entering the drug store. I soon met across the counter the young Defoy chemist and ocoming me. Thought, from the depth of his eyes appeared a thought of caution. He listened with diagnntion as I explained while brushing two sets of fingers airing my hair The chemist breaks away while

Brainain coldold ,Nervesrves ablazelaze


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demonstrated the gravity of jaw blazing toothaches in a vise of nerves over my skull and aroundto my eye sockets. In thought, the chemist moves to the rear of the store to face a sleek wallcabinets morphing a generation of a brown wooden display cabinetry that disowned the geneticghost of his father. The young chemist picks the long sliding draws, with a hand at sight hereturns. shows me the gleaming box, saying while pecking a finger on the keyboard andplucking by sight the screen; It's homeopathic therapeutic. I paid and turned away. Extruded

myself from the crowd that had gathered near the counter. Stepping out in the open, ideasoozed to mind. I strolled on tracking my way back to the outskirts of town. Crossed the square,to enter the corner building. I stepped to the rear, climbed to the first floor, and raising from thestairway cleared by sight the bright living room. in disbelieve, I search for the ailments ondisplay or hidden in the far distant corner of the kitchen layout, responsible for my aggravatingheadaches.

In the abstract an Electric Uncle manifesting a physical realitya

Our large familywas bound to isolate by

self sufficiency.Therefore our childhoodwas marked, when told tocall a man Uncle. UncleBeux a late comer and

only figure who wasn'treared with the family. By hismilieu of work he came across

as an electric man. Hisproperty encircled by aconfusion of the house

midst peripheralworkshops and a

fountain of World War IIequipment in the front yard that

spilled and scattered makeshift sturdyand heavy industrial equipment.Like rainbow colors driven by the energy of light

to collided photosynthetic a birth of what in magnitude isa star. A phenomenon quasi quantum and rotating aparticle streaming into the brain. That particle is on aleading route to grow into an electric surge. In mind it was

simulated by a being reared in an Italian town. Called to arms. Sent to fight across theMediterranean sea on foreign territory. With the army he progressed through space across northAfrican countries. From one territory to the next, he grew wiser witnessing the draconian systemof war machines. The young man kept himself a country ahead, while sought after by the armyas a deserter. His destiny was reasoned out, like a domino effect. From colonial dominance, hegathered wartime army equipment and set up shop along civil convoy routes. The man moved acountry ahead at the rate of natives gaining independence moving him down the Africancontinent. He entered the Rwanda-Burundi in the tracks of our parents. With truck loads ofwartime treasures. By my childish need experimenting an electrical installation in a model ofhome doll house. I went after good, at our Aunt married to the electric man, having set up shopin our home town, in the Belgian Congo. Mysteriously morphing through my imagination thepast to decode a blurry message watching the rewiring electric generator windings of my

childhood. The driving diesel engines of groups sprayed in a khaki-green, the gleam of new,

You may want to skip themetaphysical highly technicaspect of healing;

Curing doesn't stand alone aphysical phenomenon. In a

resolution of duality concertizidream, one come out of th

esoteric, too abstract for healin

the mind need to get a grasp ogrinding stone, a reality. Hereprocedure to my healing.

Notes;

These can be seen as personal notes to lin

in due course to the original text.


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Color coded to Bolt particle Rotorb

Seeing is believing; the nervous circuit in the age of oxidation:

(Winding of an intense nervous system around the brain)

In the bodily laboratory lives a willing spirit awaken by the will at bringing out of theabstract the physical elements. The will calls on the soul, whose task is intuition. Playing thestrands of the harp and rhyme the syllables of knowledge. Along the rhythm streams in wavesthe colors of the rainbow to mind and surge the imagination.

Morphing my skull out of mind is a procedure of removing the abstract element andbrining in the forefront the tangible workshop bench with a casing devoid of slaving fingers. Aconfirmation that the physique is on par understanding the headaches and for the worst withmigraines in recent months.

By the mental beacon of sight,lies on the spot abio-mechanics windings in a

heatsinks casing fraying threads intothe obscurity of the past. The

gleaming coper wires that stems

from birth, which wasn't sufficientfor the blazing nervous system

devoid of the core a brain kept cool,while a sensory perception, of an

insight exploration envisages acure for a life long ailmentoxidation of my head.

A few days later, I wasjaywalking across the street out

town to press the calling buttonto Dr. Zintz's dental office.Shaking the door handle I was

left thinking; ''He's g one for an e arly lunch maybe on summer vacation ?' I turned away from the window after a glimpse at the interiorshadowing the empty dentist chair. I turned away walked errand to the Spar downtown. On myreturn from the supermarket with a toothpaste for sensitive teeth, I passed by. by mid afternoonagain, when rhymed a childhood French lullaby to mind. hummed the lyric in refrain the days ofthe week, as the Prince didn't find the tailor for a suit fitting session, and signing; 'Let it be so,we'll come back tomorrow...'

Rather than break my head hassling at finding a phone number, or paying for calls,when I envisaged sneak up with a few discreet anatomic questions. the next day, I shook thedoor handle surprise as the ceding door escaped my grip. Heading down the corridor andprolonging a flight of stairs to the upper floors, I entered the waiting room. Momentary seated,the dentist peered around the doorway, and asked to follow. He said; I am between patients.we moved by the administrative desk. I threw a questions, Is it possible that my stomach flaresup my nerves? My sixth sense on alert, the man's integrity left to be desired, or for the wiser,seeming alone to practice in town. Emphatic I asked; How can I have such sudden spur ofteeth sensitivity? By a gentle hand out he guided me into the dentistry area saying; Take a

seated, I'll have a look. I sat down, open my mouth wide. When he pulled back from been inmy face, he confirming by diagnosis what I came for, and breaking the trend of thought, I askedhim; What makes you want to become a dentist.


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shadows a facial cringe to suppressed in a defensive tone of voice, saying; Climbing.At a previous concern of mine, I asked about implants, and the ball point pen ink went

on filling out the medical visit form, indifferent of forcing on me a ratio of the cost. Nowintimidated, he offers a free visit. I recalled reading in his silence the claim of a refund from themutual fund. Therefore, I deliberately refused in this instance, watched his vacillating mood, toprescribed a bottle of Gavison against acid reflux gracious in deed, I granted the doctor a

benefit of the doubt. Stepping toward the exit door, I wondered if he had listened. After all,settling in the chair, I had started saying; My saliva is clear as water from the source and I haveno heartburns.

The trip to the drug store, where the young chemist with a subtle gesture throwing backthe prescription for my keeping, confirmed my doubt, of a medication available over the counterthe time all these questions sink to mind, with my purchase; Is it cheaper? At a moment themigraines are so intense that I was ready to try anything until proven right or wrong.

The next day, the blazing nerves from a toothache had my whole skull in grips. At thechemist, I allowed myself to be served by an inhibited assistant for a mere strongerdesensitizing toothpaste. I watched the man's naivety body expression, eyes filled with apharmaceutical encyclopedia arrogance, devoid of organic experience. He didn't reach by far

the young Defoy from an alchemical couple, innate with understanding and combined his fatherand mother's practice into a single crystalline and spotlight scintillating store.

'Lucky for the skeptic ,' and graceful thought which stems from a childhood. When dentiswere giants, and there ghost vivid alive whit a drillwhirring my teeth without anesthesia and still chilledme when Dr Philippe Zintz offered on the spot toextract my tooth.

What niggled my mind when I applied overthe next two days the desensitizing toothpastepurchased by the chemist. My upper and lower jawteeth were affected in different degree by nerves

hyper sensitivity.Came Friday, I returned to the dentist's

office. A woman waited there. No sooner was Iseated that the dentist appeared in the doorway. Istood up. Stepping past I excused myself to the fatwoman, emerging for her thoughtless world not hearing me addressing her, saying; I'll be a fewminutes. Which I repeated to her, while addressing the dentist, who got to grip and inviting meinto the room. I lead the way, from the rear end heading toward the front of the dental office,saying; I did try giving you more time notice, but you were closed.

I am not open on Thursdays, the dentist replied. There was a metaphysical closingloop of deductions since the start, as I headed for the exit and glad save for the wrong toothbeing pulled. Save for my implants alleviated from the streaming tooth pains.

The following day, and by the day, I grew increasingly reassured. The weeks becamebearable. Having had a crave, I went shopping for rice and found in it the curec. In the secondmonth there wasn't a doubt left about my last words to the dentist; I'll keep monitoring the stateof my nervous system by the sensitivity of my teeth.


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Bolting ablaze Cell Rotor

Cures and the wicked coffee

Foretaste of Related topics:

(links are an online project coming in due course)


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a .../... More on the subject; Luminescence, in the collection; how the universe sculptured our mind.b .../... More on the subject; Light, sight, the parsec-rayc .../... Elsewhere (future links): rice cure, the effects on the nervous system, not to be abused,

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