They bent the rainbow to surveil the soul, turned covenant into code twisting light into the ledger of the Divine Spectrum. But my immune system remembers Eden how to name the beasts, how to walk unafraid in the garden of frequencies of Projected FEAR. I do not consent to distortion. I tune my cells to the original spectrum, the one that sings in kitten purrs, in stained glass halos, in the laughter of the unafraid. Full Spectrum of visible light, bent, filtered, or weaponized, can be hijacked, used to heal, surveil, or control. Let them watch. I am not hiding. I am healing. It’s not just about antibodies, it’s about the body’s ability to recognize what belongs and what doesn’t. Spiritually, this mirrors discernment: knowing which energies to welcome and which to release. If the biofield is porous, if the rainbow is distorted, if fear is projected, then the immune system (physical and spiritual) may falter. Healing, then, becomes not just medical but metaphysical. Fear, then, can twist what was meant to be beautiful. Instead of receiving light, it becomes a mechanism of scrutiny.
