Waiting for Inspiration and Creativity
First off let me tell you…I have been blessed in this life. I have been blessed with a loving family, parents and siblings who have stood by me in good times and bad. I have been blessed with friends who I would consider more brothers and sisters who have been with me through hard times and wearisome dealings. I have been blessed to have found teachers who take the time to teach me and guide me down the path of love, truth and knowledge. I have been blessed to discover I am a servant of light, a guardian of the innocent and to discover the combination of the two…a light in the darkness which has been blessed with the opportunity to lead others from darkness into the light. A servant of God….I am a magician.
I was blessed a few years back to meet someone who helped awaken the drive to do great and wonderful things again in me. For so long I had lost my drive to do anything of a spiritual nature. For so long I found myself angry at God for what was happening in my life. Then I realized God blessed me with meeting someone who helped me find the fire within my soul again. I had met someone who helped me find my own path into a higher purpose by showing me a magical order….Esoteric Order of the Golden Dawn.
My time here has been well spent to say the least. The Golden Dawn has helped me find a “Road Map” if you will to a higher purpose. A system of magic that is not only designed to transform me into a better human, but to teach & guide me along the path and by doing that…I am helping the world around me. Through this personal alchemical process I am growing and changing. By my changing for the better and understanding what it means to love, serve and give to others without expectation of return…to give unconditional love is the greatest gift one can give to another.
However sometimes on our path to find our place in the universe, connect with our higher self, find enlightenment or whatever you want to call it, we slip and fall or we hit road blocks. My first major road block came when I had to learn the hard way that it is a blessing to be a member of a magical community and have others like you around to help you, but in the end this quest is a personal one…and we must at times walk alone. Never start to become dependent on others to motivate you.
This work is a very personal thing and sometimes you must work alone. I myself got into the habit of holding off on doing work because I was waiting to go over to another member’s house so I could do some work with them. I was putting off what needed to be done today because I felt more comfortable working with others. I was blessed with having friends in the grade and higher grades to work with, but it may not always be that way. The higher up members I worked with who took me under their wings became extremely busy in their own personal work and those who truly needed the assistance, so I found myself not doing all the work I should be doing, because I was alone. Then all the others I had moved up through the grades with or had joined with did not move up with me or for their own reasons, went and sought another path.
So I found myself re-motivating myself again… and it's been a blessing. I feel more in tune with the current and my own higher self because I don't wait to do the work, I know what needs to be done. This is my word to you all…do not wait for inspiration or motivation…find it within. If you’re the type of person who is always waiting to be led or told what to do…then you need to dig. You need to find what drives you and what inspires you to do great and wonderful things in this world. What motivates you to make something more of yourself, to be more and to strive for more. What is your Divine Purpose?
I also found myself setting unreal expectation upon those I saw as my teachers. Friends I tell you this now…no one is perfect…including me. I found myself getting frustrated with the leaders of the order. Then a very wise set of teachers reminded me of something I had already known…that no one person is the order and if I allow someone the power to anger me or discourage me, then I am allowing others to influence my spiritual path. I am letting someone else in the drivers set on my spiritual path that is not me and is not God. The lessons as of late have reminded me…do what you know is right and just. Do the work and continue to grow and learn as you progress down the path.
There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of experimentation. "Failures" are as much a part of the process as "success." Do not be afraid of the setbacks and the road blocks ahead. The frailties, fears, and inflexibilities of my mind and body are gates to my freedom; passing through them ignites the fire of self knowledge.
I Believe ... That we are responsible for what We do, no matter how we feel. I Believe... That either you control your attitude or it controls you. I Believe… That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but, we are responsible for who we become. I Believe... That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you -you will find the strength to help.
So this is what I say to you all….find the fire and find your divine purpose. For me I found it within the within myself with the help of the amazing teachers at the Esoteric Order Of the Golden Dawn. They have helped me to realize the better parts of myself and to embrace the change that is happening throughout my alchemical procedure. So I say again to you…find the inspiration within…stop waiting for it to find you.
What's your demon? What's your nightmare?
What wakes you up in the middle of the night - not in fear but in the threshing buzz of low-grade panic?
The dread of being alone? Of getting older? Of illness? Of death? Of being unable to help alleviate the sadness of those close to you?
I have a friend, a woman I consider one of the blessings in my life, who is facing a whole bunch of those nightmares right now. Her nightmares are sitting there at the kitchen table with her. Maybe you know her; maybe you are her. Many of us have been where she is, in the dark night of the soul, at some point, but when you are inside the tumble and hiss of the bad time, it is almost impossible to imagine rescue or survival.
But we, more or less, survive. Either the worst happens, or it doesn't. We brush up against the savage edge of loss and cut ourselves, counting ourselves lucky to have been only scarred, only mangled.
Because there are worse possibilities: those times when you can't back away and you can't move out of range; the edge saws away until it can no longer be borne.
Or change the image. The hurricane that obliterates everything in its path goes through a place we once thought safe as if to teach one lesson: Nowhere is safe. At least not forever. At least not all the time. Happy times and bad times move through our lives like the weather. There are accurate predictions to be made, but there is nothing to be done when a force of nature moves in. You can see the horizon darkening, but whether you run to it or flee from it, you cannot change what will happen. You are stuck in that moment of time, with only yourself and your faith in the Lord as your shelter.
So what is there to say when someone you love is deep inside that storm?
Or change the image again: What is there to say when a friend is playing a part in a great tragedy, on a stage too removed, too terrible and too awesome for you to offer help? You can't shout out lines because the script is not yours to invent; you can't offer to replace her in the part because it is not your role. What is there to say that does not trivialize pain by offering sentimentality or that does not show disrespect by offering mere palliatives?
What I want to say to my friend is this: I honor you and love you as you move through this time. Not as a martyr or saint full of gracious sorrow, but as a fighter, as a warrior, as someone engaged in a contest for her soul, as someone who refuses to surrender to despair or to plot a coward's escape.
And I would remind her of an old story:
Late one night, three demons decided to ambush a woman who lived alone. The three demons were manifestations of her worst nightmares: fear, anxiety, and despair. They made a racket, breaking things, ruining what she held dear, disfiguring what she cherished. Gleefully, they spent hours immersed in their rampage. They were enormously confident because they figured she was all alone and past her first youth, so why should they stop?"
They went at it for hours, into the darkest part of midnight. The woman they were tormenting was almost inconsequential; the destruction of her world had little to do with her.
When she started to build a fire at the hearth, therefore, they barely glanced over. But the demons became more thoroughly distracted when they noticed her busily setting out a kettle.
Wary now, they ratcheted up their activities. When she calmly set out three cups nevertheless, they stopped in their tracks. Her hands weren't even shaking. She looked calm, if weary.
"What are you doing?" they cried in unison, breathless from their tasks of destruction. "We are everything in the world that is against you. Why are you boiling water and setting out dishes?"
The woman stared at them and tolerantly shook her head as she opened the cupboard. "I know all of you by now. You've been here before, and you'll be here again. You might as well make yourselves at home."
Raising one eyebrow and fully meeting their gaze without rancor, wholly in possession of herself, she asked familiarly, "What kind of tea would you like?"
Layers Of the World- Subjective / Objective Mind Way
There’s a “PUFFin” on your belly.
A wash of colors form the “clue.”
A mystical bird survives,
in the youthful “zeal” of you.
Darrwin tells a story with biological determinization,
upon different levels of thought.
One can take the higher train running, on calmer levels,
of relating existence to the spirit sought.
There is a passion in the wind
That washes all through U
My horizons merge together to center
ones attention of the vital sea of blue
Flow with the manna; the Mind metaphor sent by a thought vortex “whine.”
Then … Manna-manna flows as a body wave sent to ones higher spiritual mind,
that is your guardian to the grave …
That “vital spark” ascends up to the energy of manna Loa … that energy so kind
Astral body blue that your etheric doth shine
It floats through cycles of a never-ending wine-laced path
That vortex of love shall pull you back through time
To see the outcome that you’ve written on your staff
Metal flashes, in and out, of this place of rent
That, this day, has meshed with the “light”
To attain the right to govern this energy you’ve spent,
A circle of light surrounds your cell of sovereign “right”
The mind metaphor becomes so true
That you live-in-it to flow into
Upon that momentary “rest” in the balance of U
Simplistic love of a divine repertoire
That one has sent their amasser to agglomerate this “Kiss”
That is there before your birth, having formed in the trinity of bliss
When vibrations of your song flow with the freedom of youth
Heaven then, always evident, has placed a
“Hole” in your “roof”
Divine Wisdom shall grace your love with mine
Together … then the journey is complete
And the Love attained shall …
Mend the holes in our feet
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… It was a long trail that we had transgressed. The path that this earlier animal –“mountain sheep” I believe; had formed, allowed us to gain some height quickly. It was snowing on the path that we had left behind for the Wild Gang Group to bring our remaining extra supplies to … to our tired and exhausted "discovery party." There was no-way-now to complete that for the fast mountain weather changes had sharply eroded any lingering hope that we could retain about this perilous task, we had set out to do.
The waves of the lower conscious streams had crept far, far down the rabbit hole on the edge of disappearance of our collective thought, a few memories that we had built into the subconscious field of Ascention Harmonization. The group was tired, but “hope” still allowed us to discretion the slight fingerings of sound that we could hear in the neutrinic plasma bubble that existed in our etheric envelope that fit tightly around our physical body.
The light support system, of our interacting minds, of the trinity of our consciousness.
Others could sense my thoughts in this state of elapsed congruence. The sound of “snapping” twigs behind me, made me spin around rather abruptly …
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I was even more surprised to see the fall was due to a glass lamp that Cindee had stumbled over in her stuttering mind. A mind that was stuttering for she no longer had the ability to focus on more intercepting levels of dimensional interaction. She could no longer distinguish the difference in these realities. I could feel my thoughts be dissolved into the matrix that existed around us. The thoughts, once so clear, full and distinct would no longer remain in the grasp of my intellectual prosperity that it once was. However … I thought to myself, this is so hard to keep the “multitracking” of my mind alive. Perhaps, the other “WRITERS (Authors),” many of which are in contact with me, on some level. Then away my mind went, when the “writer” took grasp of my scattered thoughts when I sat down to type this whatever-it-is. This what-ever-it-is to whom-ever shall-read-it, when-ever-its-time-to-be.
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… So as usual the snapping twig was just a note from the living mind to suggest that there was someone following us. The trees would tend to bow over, as the wind flowed as a more extensive “intensifier” force, with the hardening feelings I felt grow inside me over the distrust of the situation. Intensive forces often kept me quite “tingly,” however it generally was with a state of “excited enthusiasm.” At these times it was always beneficial for me to sit down with nature. Contemplation was indeed needed now. Soon! Find a selective perch on which to gather my force, letting nature provide me with the needed power. I could in fact feel so connected to her that I needed nothing more but her feminine understanding ways to enter into my field… Our at least amplify those highlighted understanding of that feminine side of myself… Or should I say Me, myself and I.
This feminine spirit of Soultaw (Spirit of universal LOVE, TRUTH and WISDOM) was the shin of the tetragrammation. We then did the usual exercises that would allow the conscious and subconscious fields to move together, winding and flowing, like sinusoidal wave forms that never stay together in one ray. This would not become a solid force of light until we had centered all the notes of our frequency together… together to form a natural song that flowed with the emotional clearness of the music-maker. The noise was enharmonic now, with flashes of discordant rays. However, the more I sat and combined the two layers of self, then she was there…. “THERE” to bring me the understanding “HERE.” At times with unscattered thought, thereby intensifying the ability to “will” myself into that reality, sometimes happened with little effort. Move from “here to there” and” there to here.” However was it in this place – In this same “world.” In this dimensional segment of “time” or in this fractal of the “ever", or in this ripple –in-the-pond, wave in the Ocean? They simply all were ways of describing that which we are. For we are the mind. However-we-work with these conscious flows, depends on the personality involved. Some create great things, but their egos still govern what they say and do. To these ones I say … JUST LET GO! The oppressive, hatefull energy has more or less been worked out of all channels, programs, plays, segments, bubbles etc. of what-ever-it-is, that you need to pull yourself through the veils of containment. Its acting up again because we need to feel much more calm. You yourself are contained in an energy shield of light. Your corpusle, your cocoon, your field of yourself. Your ball of energy that you are … You conscious moving agglomerate of U. Your cluster of beauty. You’re an amorphous blob of pure love. You rise like the droplets of water that are lifted up a plane of glass, by sharp warm blasts of wind. Rain simply IS. You Simply Are.
R What?
Escape these endless cycles of repetitive thinking and living, to become the extending lower left limb of the R, that extends at a 90 degree angle into the paper ... And beyound.
The music extremely helped calm my emotional body now. From "there" to "here" in the same dimension, thus doing the “bilocating thing.” Or are we like the visiting members (which there are a lot of) of our conscious Earth field. For many have been added to the skies of our mother, to loose their memory of what was before. They fall down the conscious ladder of existence. They are that ladder. This ladder is us. We simply develop ways to remember ourselves back to that conscious state of freedom. Like the pounding beats of the noises of this arena. Of this play. Of this life. But therefore, where did /do we become?
What becomes of “THIS” that is “THAT”?
"TH(h)" is the carrier?
The carrier of IS’s and “At’s”
R U a carrier?
Is and at’s are the passengers. We R carriers and We R
Passengers
Our consciousness is everything!
Like nature it simply flows with the conscious flows of the higher minds that we are.
Peace …. We Want peace
Then
We simply R PEACE
B what U R
U R PEACE
U R CC
U Have CC
U H CC
UHC squared
You Have Canadian Comfort
Yes the calmness of a Canadian Winter. Calmness in the mountains. Like a soft enveloping field of covering warmth.
-Enveloping begins with Inveloping-
For those who have been tentless, or spent a night sleeping in the snow, then know that snow is in fact like a warm blanket of covering to keep the cold wind from attacking your stillness. Outside in the middle of winter … Have you done that? Have you been there? Well … Sorry, I regressed, I do not want to bring that there “HERE”
So, I sat on that particular ledge that I often frequented. My Secret Place In the Mountains.
And the story goes that the native leaders of this part of Western Canada and the Northern United States would all meet every few years to define the outlay of things to come. Each tribe had it’s own way of doing things. The tentposts of this community had to often pull their shit together. To help awaken the outgoing flow of their fellow awakeners.
Then I …
… closed my eyes. Took deep breaths and began to center myself. The energy rose up from my tailbone through the cells in my body, up the spine, moving into each cell and neutrino of my physical body, knees cock, ass, tummy, heart, neck, throat, ears, face eyes, brow and crown. My heart tingled with excitement when I made the connection to the masculine and feminine Earth & Sky -Christ energies. My "Here" and "There" were connected. I shone with the love of "nature" connected to the "source" that it came from. I felt the large flakes of snow drop into the quietness of this space that I now inhabited. A space where the obstructions had been removed. When there are no obstructions, then one has a clear undisturbed field of communication with the source.
And in this unobstructed space I would often hear a distinct sound of the wood chopper cutting his wood.
This is a sign from the “Living Mind” that I have been given - bringing “There” Here. And yet I bounce back and forth between segments of these co-existing lives.
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I noticed that, like me, she had more problems keeping the memories of her existence in an ordered fashion in her head. The multiple dimensional combining had set their outlays for her to follow. The outlays that her comforter or guardian spirit had lined up for her to decide upon, so that the present would exist as that (a Present). She was daily receiving “presents”, or gifts, that her thoughts had allowed her to experience. The hermetic helpers that she had grown use too, gave way to the power of the “comforter.” And each choice she made, brought those future events into her realm of commitment.
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And the “sounds” in my field began to grow. I could hear the vortexs of the Tibetan bells circling a new opening from which to pass me through. Yet another time traveling event to the [life as an “explorer”] opening up a new passage for the fur trade to find a fast route to the western shores [in this time of beginning the trading markets "thing"] in this place of the "VILLAGE."
Yes, I remember the energy of this place. The place that the local Indians had guided me too, based on their communicative spirit of the land … Yaweh Wichastabi … “Wizatabe” … Or something like that spelling!? Every spot has its governing connected energy of the area. This energy that
I had grown to know while I was one such guide in the area (guide to myself – For I often simply followed myself around.) Content with the moment. Or at least now I continually live in that peace. Live in that space. If, I took time to get back to U on something, It's simply because now I’m on "Indian time" … Which to me means "abstract time." Abstract time. Time of the right side of your mind for all us Hermetitic-like thinkers. However, one day I was reading this: “While walking through the forest the goddess or energy of this place had stopped the local “chief” and said: You shall no longer follow me … For the new man (pastor) coming to this land has a more powerfull god that will now lead you.” A close native brother stopped and asked him “Why do you stop?” The chief replied because a voice just spoke to me. “And what did it say?, his brother asked him. Read above!. The natives accepted and took on a new force that combined with their more abstract ways of working with the source, their ancestory, and their way of life with nature. Yes, on the combined aboriginal energy of “no time” (natural time) and the objective reality that the white man brought, the natives of western Canada and myself had covered some new territory. All the old ways are being grouped together so we have a common understanding of a "NEW WAY." There were many places where the local inhabitants of this area would meet in a secret place in the mountains to discuss their directions of the many different tribes. They would meet and solve problems of the day …. Of the moment. This … Here that I now currently speak from. I come from my
Secret Place In the Mountains.
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Yes, I been placing a few more “tunes” together to add to my ways of expressing how consciousness works. The book that I started in the 1980’s I shall soon start to amass together. One is offered many “strings” that exist to take them down many roads of “understanding processes.” Understanding” so thast they have the wisdom to choose rightly in their experience. But alas sometimes for the true adventurer the experience happens before one has the understanding of that which is to happen. Then, then …
………… then,
One Must go on FAITH
Cindee, don’t you think we should combine our energies through meditation and picture what “we want” to a field that manifestation techniques would start to form in this reality …. Or at least into a reality somewhere where the electromagnetic frequencies are definitely more akin to our frequencies. We need to find that fathom or horizon where we can combine ourselves into the vibe of the surrounding electromagnetics where we can live out our potential … Or not!
OUR CHOICE!
Is this not heaven? A few years back we lived … I lived in the more subjective part of my mind. I swam with that reality that existed above the man-made Laws of physics and particle determination of how things were suppose to act (yet I learned those scientific aspects that aided me in my "understanding"). Yes we were changlings. Not the useual “bullshit” that the more aggressive-taking-side of our consciousness wishes to push us back to ... to remain in this isolated field of nil imagination. Yes we should travel on the road today to get to that place of great natural beauty and wonderment … To that Secret Place In the Mountains.
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Now … in the future I remember having seen drawings of this place in the mountains (that the local city newspaper had once shown) … say around late 1990’s or so. The drawings or pictures (can’t recall) were drawings of these metal structures (well it shone like metal) that I now call "Home". They exist as solitary shining statues around the large Mountain Meadow where the Elk tend to frequent. “Elk” - the animal metaphor of stamina.
One Needs "Elk Energy" to get their subconscious & conscious minds working together.
So I lowered myself, from my house, on a beam of antimatter onto this clear, solitary, open field to go to that Secret Place In the Mountains
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Upon being THERE. I listened to the music that immediately came to my ears.
It was how nature sounds to me. Each entity playing …
… playing in a field of unobstructed space. In that space you are consciousness. Everything has a consciousness.
Your layers of self react to layers of this world ... Of this current reality.
I could envision the “players” of self, of each conscious level. The sounds were unique. Unigue to me. I was simply told ... cause I felt it.She had gifted me with the truth of "knowing". I was to listen … To meditate to the vibrations that nature created. My third eye opened up and I was
INNER & OUTER EXPERIENCE.
The music playing was done by us. The "us" in "me."
I know that my subconscious mind had matured for he said “goodbuy” before he walked through the door of this Secret Place.
Nothing mattered because everything mattered.
And
I felt great joy as I just simply became.
... 4 We Always Become What We Became
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... And the Snow continued to fall …
A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
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Here you stand
My magic mushroom man
Wait can’t you see
One day we will ALL be free
And HERE you sit
in your dreams
Upon your face
A smile it seems
THERE is no reason
that within this stream
Exists a wondrous jump
to cross your theme
And in your choir
Way inside the door
There
is a voice
that reaches up through the floor
But still you stare
upon your peace
Noticing not the wind blowing
upon your coat of fleece
The time has surely come
The 24th spot blows from the sun
The elders of the throne will see
Connecting the columns of your vertebrae
Take the potential of peace
Raise from the West the breath of the East
Away from all the Mushrooms not spent
Turned to rock by “trust not lent”
Rocks have power
This you can surely see
They pull their peace
Way into me
We ARE the “PUFF PERSON” to be
Need to Raise the frequency of this land
Stop the Hate
“Peace” is the “Hand”
A suggested Meditation:
… The swirling sound of Internal Input …
“Love” is all U need
Even “hate” is “Love” … “Love” that bleeds
Feel the pieces of SOUL that R
There … In the clear
Leaving in a vector one year
To finally bring us home HERE
LOVE flows up through your tree
Vibrations merge to create Harm…on…EE
Breathe the Breath of life to set one free
Flow with the currents of that stream
Branching sideways with such “Divergence-a-gleem”
The musical layers grab that cluster you feel so strong
Layers of LOVE rise it up with a song
Picture that metaphor scene in
your head
The Comforter will “fluff” its’ bed
Flow with the energy of Earth
through the soles of your feet
Rising Love dissolves those clusters of sleet
And the threads they attach to … Upon
your feet
Lowering down through the zones of the manifestation rule
Grows a little child from your thoughts you grew
It centers itself in the lay of the LAND
The Earth forms from these
“Moulders of Sand”
See your body in the room down the stairs
Give them guidance, protection and nuturing from one who cares
This song is for all of you
Love your parents from whom you grew
Attract what you need to get what we want
Child of love produces you in that FONT
The joining of father-mother, right-left, shall transform your storm
When the child of love is alive in your form
Bring the little one to connect with your thought
To help graduate your child gives one the gift we all have sought
The combing of feminine & masculine completes the Trinity of LOVE
Upon connection we shall send light from above
The experience of Mind-Body-Spirit graduation
Begins at this Metaphor Station
Feel the Power of Love
Live the metaphor
Love the Metaphor
-Font-
1. a large container in a church for the water used in baptisms. A font is usually made of stone, sometimes ornately carved, and mounted on a stand.
2. a container for holy water, usually found at the entrance to a Roman Catholic church
3. any holder for liquid, for example, the part of an oil-burning lamp that contains the oil
4. somebody or something seen as a source or inexhaustible supply of something (literary)
5. a fountain, spring, or well (literary)
Encarta® World English Dictionary © 1999 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved. Developed for Microsoft by Bloomsbury Publishing Plc.
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Then
Jehannee gathered up his strength, compassion and walked up the scree of the Mountain of Power
He felt the power of love flo3w through him
A love- so -Compassonate with
and
So feminine
And so masculine.
With the power of both
A perfect balance
… The Perfect Balance…
For the power of the two coming together in yourself will create
That Impossible dream
In BECOMEing YOURSELF you BECOME EVERYTHING
And Jehannee walked to communion
All … al one
EVERYONE was THERE
On the Crest of his “Joining Peak of Power”
Compassion and the Light of SOULTAW Kissed Him
He had Nothing left to Forgive
Or to be Forgiven
He had LOVE
He Had SOULTAW
SPIRIT of UNIVERSAL LOVE, TRUTH and WISDOM
He stood at Dusk … His face agleam with the mastery of an adept ship
He had lowered for this trip
Now it shone with that Compassonate Peace
He stood on the edge of the Peak looking out to the east
He spread his feet and opened his arms to the Love of the Sun.
The Light showered down on him.
Droplets of fire blessed him
He and the Power …
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… the Cleansing Power of LOVE
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It’s Never To Late To Become What You Became
… one is definitely associated with the high charkas - visions of birds flying into brow area [brow chakra]. Would help one find an Inner Guide. Yes this is one of my inner guide symbols.
[That energy is a current … A feeling of a connected joined threads of ‘gifts of compassion.’ Gifts that we love. To be in the flow ... Is to be at ease. Loving every single ‘ISIM’ of the galatic soup of consciousness. For some, that need to be connected to that ‘isim’ is your reflection of self. We are in that soup. We are that soup.
Yes, I should just get my old notes. Going over this story I remember writing “there”. Writing THERE to experience it HERE. That feeling is what I want to bring HERE … IN ME
IS More There right now.
IT IS THERE right now. So …
Bring THERE … HERE
“You can run and you can hide. But only you can fly like a bird inside.”
Team Ro - from the heart. She vibrates in a High “e” frequency when at her best.
So do U, Dahtrtgvbljnl
Da Heart Give Blind … No Less
But that is the best way tvo know eruth (truteh … truth – e)
This shows the most specific way to devulge truth into the past … Into the lower levels of your conscious self. Let that sap run down the tree.
The Tree Of Life
These levels of knowledge shall be turned into actual experience. “They” are experiencing the knots in the ladder so to speak. There that statement proves (to myself) that I was THERE when I typed this out HERE … NOW.
There we have “won” for this final circle.
Need the mystical, enchanting music of Mountain Meadow in it’s many musical formats.
Oops … I just noticed “j “in Dahtrtgvbljnl
Da Heart Gives Blind Jobs … No Less
Very sorry for this ‘energies of the moment’, however it was never insincere because the Heart is always involved. And ohhh, what a rocky path that one has on combining the Heart with the Mind … Especially when dealing with the lower levels of romantic love. When working, the romantic levels of love cause communication of both Mind and Heart. In Loving Conflict the “Heart” and “Mind” work against one another …. As in romantic and lower levels of love. But they do not need to be low, for when one has understanding of the different levels of love, Well then one has the wisdom to positively experience “agape” .. Divine Love.
LOVe one finds on Di vine. Da Vine of the Tree of Life.
The Da Vine on the Tree of LIFE is a very good Vine
Tis much better than HIyaWasKa.
HI ya Was Ka
HI ya …. The Ka of Was
The Ka of Was was an exciting tree that increased the subjective flow of the mind.
So, the SSS … The Spiritual Soul Surfers … Can hop on the Ka of the Was. Hop on the Ka of Was to see the past and to experience the “moment”…. that leads up to the “now.”
And the “Truth Alone Will set U Free”
Yes there are many programs or segments, segments, leaves, currents, cars, trains on the mind of the moment.
THERE R …U … MOTM
R U ,,,,,,,,, the ….. Mind Of the Moment?
Be careful thy lovers of pain and negative hurtfull Roos.
RU’s.
R.U… Respect You … The Mind Of the Moment
Maiden of the Valley. Yes the Love of that Romantic flow.
I strove between the apex. Where I was led to a circle of stones. In the valley between the peaks. I drink from the cups of her nothingness. I follow and she woos me. I die, so that she can live in me. That conscious glow of That feminine self-Romantic-philio-divine love.
However without the spiritual connection, one can fall in despair, of what one is about to experience with the highest level of that love. “I am empty and she fills me.” This is the spiritual aspect of agape. Those are younger much more interesting conscious fields of love flowing along in ones metaphor of wonder. “It’s early in the morning love.” What a beautiful feeling when one wakes up on a bright and beautiful day. When it lights all the world to see.
Remember those past events that one experienced in the time of their life when a song was imprinted into your files of self. Use the positive feelings to awaken higher levels of love in your temple. Use those memories to indeed catch that Dawning Light, before each of us goes through dark midnight. Many of us have to experience that dark night and so shall You all, before one is granted the role of being born again. SSS are lessing the degree of those violent, aggressive amplitudes of our own emotional format to lower the accumulation of harshness that ends up as “knots” in the musical flow of the neutrinos in ones temple.
As before - Bol: Harmonious Crossing of Dimensional Planes.
BOL: ALL MOULDERS ARE AWARE of THIS REQUEST
All the Surfers are moving through aka bodies of our emotions. The Poe Aumakua … Collection of High Selves
are helping, as guardians, to help one experience, as their lower forms, the subjective, less objective kingdom , to give each wave the most positive event … final “rest” of the wave before it becomes “Ocean.”
Wave = “Motion”
Ocean = “Rest”
Everything is a “Motion” & a “Rest.
Note: BTD – The controlling effects that the various TV authors are trying to write one into. The format is getting much to negative … A Mean negative. For it shant work guys… and girls, but thanks for thinking about me :0)
My Fellow Authors of the Oval Table. “Congrats”
“D)))” – Really :0)
FLOW the JEHANNEE WAY
The Imagination is still alive on the Space channel showing various themes of adventure.
CBC News waking up with discussing ‘hemlines on skirts’ being related to the way the economy is going.
Beautiful subjectivity!
Yes, on every channel we have the simplistic humor of choice … which metaphor to work with and in … Good going fashion channel. .
YES … We’re In the STAR … The source however, is everywhere.
Well, its Sunday! What can I say, Friday the 29,th 19 -- was amazing, a little bit of smoke and the meditation was extremely spiritual .The amazing thing was I was able to bring what I feel was buried in my subconscious very deeply…back to my conscious level. This is the very ciritical important fact of it…you have to bring it back to the conscious level. Without that it is meaningless. I have incredible difficulty remaining focused enough to write a few words down on Friday, but otherwise I could have forgot everything ….
SONG HERE
Masculine / Feminine Completion
There’s health on your breath
There’s a slip through painfull death
Here’s the song from a Dove
Here’s communion with love
There’s a biblical story … A Metaphorical fit
Where Death knows, But life experiences IT
Pick Your Metaphor
LIVE The Metaphor (repeat)
In this conceptual approach to making art, Warhol inherited the legacy of Marcel Duchamp, an artist he knew, admired, painted, and filmed. Like Duchamp's ready-mades, the ultimate importance of a work by Warhol is not who physically made each object, but the ideas it generates. As the son of immigrants, Warhol in his early works returned again and again to the theme of America itself. What else are the paintings of cheap advertisements for nose jobs and dance lessons concerned with if not the American dream and the price of conformity it exacts? As soon as he'd examined the American obsession with celebrity and glamour in the portraits of Elizabeth Taylor and Marilyn Monroe, he was quick to show its race riots and electric chair. Unlike Duchamp's, his was a highly public art, one that criss-crossed between high art, popular culture, commerce, and daily life.
Everything that passed before Warhol's basilisk gaze—celebrities, socialites, speed freaks, rock bands, film, and fashion—he imprinted with his deadpan mixture of glamour and humor, then cast them back into the world as narcissistic reflections of his own personality. This is what makes him one of the most complex and elusive figures in the history of art.
By Richard Dorment | The New York Review of Books
Interesting … This song was completed on GarageBand before it was put on this site.
We were not happy with the effects of the transfer, plus a deeper bass guitar track was then to be added … So we went back into GarageBand to get it … And those energies (and it’s not our subconscious minds) that had been mucking around with this computer the last 10 years or so … Had erased the Jamlab drum tracks and various other musical instruments from the garageband tracks. Instead “File not found” replaced the vibrations various people had created.
These occurances had happened many times ... Which we have kept track of.
"Desire" Is The Feeling Of The Perception That Something Is Surely Missing
So prior to adding this above song , we had copied the song with the added more-bass-sounding guitar track on to another Cd. We tried to get our song on the cd back into my file … Into this data base … But could not.
I know Hoo U R … So "FOO"
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EyE TRIangle - Desire
Trinity of Yearning
It’s there to see
Addiction of desire
Why break free?
Beat the “need” to gain the want
What’s the purpose of THAT?
Blocked third EyE
Raises the communal HAT
Suffication of desire
It’s plain to see
The communion of self
Will define the “free”
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Eventually we all pay for desire
But what a fun process :0)
“Desire” Is The Feeling Of The Perception That Something Is Surely Missing
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com·mu·nal adj
1. used or owned by all members of a group or community
2. relating to communities or to living in communities
3. belonging or relating to a commune
4. relating to or involving different groups within a society
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com·mun·ion n
1. a feeling of emotional or spiritual closeness
2. an association or relationship
3. a religious group with its own set of beliefs and practices, especially a Christian denomination
4. a sense of shared religious identity and fellowship, especially between members of different Christian denominations
Encarta® World English Dictionary © 1999 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved. Developed for Microsoft by Bloomsbury Publishing Plc.
de·sire vt
1. to want something very strongly
2. to want to have sexual relations with somebody
3 to wish for and request something (formal)
n
1. a wish, craving, or longing for something
2. something that or somebody who is wished for (formal)
3. a strong wish for sexual relations with somebody
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