eternallyanewb
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2011
- Messages
- 17
we have a deeper peace, we live in peace. we are not only reactionary, our wisdom is from a deeper level, from tao.
we say goodbye to the wrongness in our life, goodbye to the ways that dont suite us, the manipulation through psychology, we refuse to accept paradigms that are corrupt. We remember what its really about, we remember the true majesty of what happened spontaneously, there is no formulae, there is only the distraction, we are seperate from those philosophies, and those philosophies exist, but they don't matter, they don't spread.
the haikus among it are silent. shamanic power means nothing, in the face of true love, shamanic power means nothing in terms of material things. none of it sticks to my aura, though I am here, because I am not a shaman, as they tried to pull me into, I'm just a spirit, I am not a label, I am not a tradition. They delve into death and deception, they give no thanks.
Let the virtue shine light into this and heal it. not through intense organization but through chaos, a constant battle on my soul, with the forces of ignorance, it must end, something calculated to destroy me, to make me have sex with people i don't want to have sex with. Psychic intrusions. The government, it is real. These masonic curses, or whatever it is. There is a way to end it too, destroy the patriarchal idiocy, of that time period which they keep bringing up again and again, saying its to honor the ancestors, but really it just brings down the present, its a psychology method of domination.
Its devoid of true spiritual wisdom, its the same as colonization, and sending people on a wild goose chase. they've gone at length to track me down in the world of ravers. talking about details of my life. Trying to desettle me, still love breaks through it all, the vampires die. they burn away. not even they can withstand the light of infinity, they become self sufficient realizing the infinity within themselves.
Its not true shamanism, and so it fails, its only meant to hurt the earth. you perform for them, but you are beyond that. no more psychological impositions, no more tai chi, no more caring. they want to destroy everything. Fuck masons, what can destroy the parasites in you and in the world, what can restore the good, the nature loving consciousness, the unity when we came together to defend the forest, when we didn't see ourselves as apart from it.
no anyone helping the forest, would be independent, nature is independent, the organizations, are different, sometimes they try to construct artificial structures in the woods, its best to destroy them and let the energy flow normally in an area again, don't let them drain your energy, don't recognize them, just live your life. fuck those assumptions. And rituals and boringness and organized nature of it, that imposition in your life. what caused that to start happening?
what caused this entire battle? the Yomo rose again and protected us, Ila, Yaveyetta, Adawapayo, rose again here, new groups formed people were more open minded. new philosophies, wantism and so much more, temples of so many different faiths, and then the true miracles began and the forests were sanctified and so much more grew and so many were happy, because now there was respect among everyone. Things were non heirarchal, non organized, spontaneous, humorous. A certain element of randomness is a given, in any particular course of action, not everything I do is highly calculated or in any way logical.
The attacks stopped boundaries were generally respected, but also loose not uptight, but there was no continous stream of entering someone elses area. As happened there, perhaps as a result of my yoga, or maybe it was always there.
who knows maybe it is to destroy my sex maybe that is the actual goal of all this, I have a strange sexuality, but having to go through so many obstacles is just bizarre, what does this movement of energy mean? It seems to be related to kundalini, I feel a strong urge to break away from the binds which may have been made, binds to certain ways of thinking and definite limit or anything that could be predicted, the binds of the dragons, of the preconceptions which come with that, preconceptions which cover ever possible life path
I could take, I have to get rid of preconceptions or they will suffocate me.
I do not see the situation totally clearly, and explain it with even less grace, but intuitively I know and I trust my skills. oh how you've changed, there was life back there now everything is alive. oh shinto world, can you be pure, you are charming, I learn from all the hallucinations at least they are always honest.
spiritual practice is amazing and the transformations of the spirit, all InI can do is watch and let what happens naturally happen, at this point its all like a river, they are like kriyas and yet the world can accept them, there is a great balance and grace, though seeming uncertain. Unconsciously the higher self is at work.
Ah for pagan love, it is of a different kind
peace love earth goddess
poongya canesha kilna
the sun on this first shore of nothingness, creamy clouds like the soup, the soup of God that I drink, on the way home, divine chowder, of potato, nom myoho renge kyato
everythig is becoming ruins all around us, I've got a book of fractals made of letters, they like to see the leaves, something the fractal world is incredible and spiritual, it brings a deep joy to us, as InI divine prophetic healing, from the ancients, soul recovery, spirit travel through the being as the creation of the planets and universe, as true love through every manifestation incarnation as all things InI.
in meditation, the yomo, the wabi sabi path, the ness rising in us again, and ila, and all of it, beautiful.
the divine flirtations of ini, the mystical love hidden in all movements and silence, all of it is the Spirit of God, the Spirit of the Goddess.
I am all times and all things and emptinesses, I am open I am nothing, I am a door without duality. The stars, tell a great story. it goes beyond. everything, it makes me want to change everything thats been written sometimes, its so far beyond, yet it comes forth, from the tao, there is a great wisdom and compassion to the universe, we remember wanti and the yomo, the nights under the stars, they are not so far, living, the forest path, the tree way, the dryad language, mending lives in slow weaving the weaving that brings liberation, like the best tasting tea. the music, blessed be song, and that harmony too, which brings together again all which had fallen away, beyond anything, just an assemblance in the breezes the spirits come together, as the universe had conspired, and there is some fire of joy in the yonato, the energies of the planet and of my soul float through my body, and through the world who knows where the come from, seemingly an infinite reservoir in the subconscious, and to think, the things which blossom from the soul, to cultivate the spirit, in the wild and true manner of nature, this is true zen, beyond wide misconception yet somehow we enter the mindstate.
every grass is good, every tree is a friend, ini sees only love everywhere bless ini, for you come in all forms, it takes all kinds, so much harmony we find, so much is inexplicable, perhaps this is the greater joy, beyond words, the senses, the religion of being, the celestial nature in all things, pointless things, meandering things, waiting to combust, humbling but amazing, catharsis, beauty, i'm like a kite of love, the tall trees speak suddenly, somehow though we are far away, we here, suddenly, like ever before, its funny, the rustling glow of forever. We had found the plate and kept it, on the grass that floated on the water, wanti, and being in the fairy world it was funny. Oh, its so beautiful, these moments, this universe, this dharma, sometimes, its too much even in its emptiness.
Your face is beautiful, in the stars and everything, what a talkative universe, every part of your face was talking your eyes where saying we love the light and they must have reflected what they saw, wisdom in simplicity and understanding in beauty, understanding beyond words. Beings living together coexisting, with different philosophies. The forest that speaks, the fractal existence, that comes from taking on this way of life, maybe its the raving, or the shamanism, or just the psychedelics.
everyone seems warm, and simple, just people, full of the magic of the season, oh what a fickle and exciting thing it is to see, and yet it is the impermanence which makes it great, things come in cycles.
You fall in love with life gradually, even though the echo of that love is always there, all around you, but falling in love is such a beautiful process. Falling in love is Yoga. Love is amazing.
Sulos sulos aiklain nerali aldera nossha !
we are not that strange, we are the fairy tribes, why this huge rift to jump, still we are alive, bridging the truth, striking the peace again between life and death, healing, with our medicines, now the circle of life is more connected, and so the universe spirit revolutes more, comes more in tune with the divine emanation of Wanti
A greater appreciation of women, and the gentle way, a greater appreciation for the truth that anyone and anything can be a woman, all things are hermaphroditic. All of us and every thing contains the entire universe. These divine lessons, from the fractal world have various degrees of understanding and feeling.
Acknowledging the patterns and working with them can be great and create great harmonies, and resonances from across the universe. the aloha can be obtained, through this manner and has, by all kinds of people, appearing in all kinds of ways, just aThes the psychedelic experience manifests always in some way, even without any physical precursor, because they are the spirits, that are fundamental to life. and they maintain the balance and virtue and innocence of all things.
the matriarchs have returned, there is no existence or nonexistence, there is no enlightenment nor is there darkness, in truth. The matriarchs have created it for their love of the man, the mushroom, and the men have created the reflection, for their love of the woman. though they are all one, creating their other sides. The women priestesses of the morning glories, and the priests of the mushrooms, sat in meditation in their various planes upon the Planet, between them was a current and they communicated through one another, we living and moving beings the bodhisattva messengers between them, dwellers in nirvana, who would also be within us.
"There are no beings and there is no sense world," said the morning glories and "yet our love will last forever" said the mushrooms, "we are largely unseen, we are deep within, and we are sprouting up."
"We have not gone too deeply" said the moonflowers and the morning glories, "not into the physical world, but the spiritual world, we are the causers of the morning and the evening sky"
"We are the tendered to the boundless horizons within closed eyes"
she had no feet though, because they were buried in the ground, and her hat was like a flower, and she sang om. along with the rest of them, theyre feet were all buried and they sang om, and they planted the seeds of the forests, the acorns where their feet were, and they covered the holes. As they did this, the cities shrank more and more, again we were able to seem them as they were, the cellular ecosystems, magnified our true homes, the fairy nature returned. The leaves and stems of the plants which nurtured and healed us. The infinite nature of the world was apparent once more, everything was not known, yet the Yomo brought the light of love everywhere, it was the infinite realm of wanti. The spirit returned to the plants, which had been drawn away by unconsciousness. In stillness, we saw the virtue, in endless doing the wastefulness. just as the mushroom is still, and yet the world grows, there is always enough, everything comes at the right time. But the ones who are always creating and moving about are distracted and they destroy their own world. So again the joy and celebration of quietness, stillness, symbollessness, non penetration, chilling was alive. So again the hippies sat in deeper truthful communication, not just upon accepted paradigms, the language of the soul return, yet it was vague, only to be felt, and yet it drew us all in a certain way, that the divine fabric of the universe would always weave itself together right in its inimitatable intricacy and thus we had nothing to fear, only to follow our spirit paths, as empty and insignificant as the helicopter seeds, which fall spinning from the trees, yet together unknowingly, we nourish the world.
Our thoughts were full of the joys, and we thought always of the Goddess and God, all forms and names have reconcile themselves, as one, flowing from one another, in kalieoscopic beauty. With our thoughts we cleaved to the spheres which suited our dreams. Sulos was at the center, with our thoughts, we spoke again to the dryads. We are the forest in dreaming, the cities are naturalized. With our thoughts, we brought happiness, and a great tide of truth, and wisdom, the world manifested our thoughts, in loving ways. There was simple equilibrium, and comprimise between the higher and lower selves, we danced together, without heirarchy, in the rings, as the cities burst with life of the plants, again, the chemicals, which were the unconscious edge faded away, the foolishness replace by the divine wisdom.
Everything is the Goddess, and everything is God, thus all our thoughts and prayers and practice become astral sex, and an astral world where no suffering anchored us miserably, this world blossome more and more, and we realized what it really had done was reincarnated, for it is Wanti, flowing again through the veins of the planet, which is pleased and pleasured at our return to lucidity. The plants had guided us, being both within and without, we saw the fractal echoes, and thus a greater and truly physical truth came. Live was without suffering, without rigid operations, love was the currency, and the food, and the warmth, an everything could easily be transformed to it, and always remained flowing, there was no escape from the love, thus the planet flowered.
cosmic bees, came, beings, spreading their pollen, the mushrooms, enlightening us to a greater dharma, even deeper love, we saw ourselves, we saw the eternity, it had ever ended we saw out to the corners of the universe, the earth showed its nature did not end. Our spirits were fulfilled in the rooted ecstasies, of orgasmic, enlightened existence, vibration rose and effected the entire universe, consciousness awakened everywhere, and the transformative abilities of lucidity and true love, it was a logic before logic.
Some where lost and would flicker away, but only needed to remember sulos is the basis of all things and it would return like a wave washing over again. Deeper and deeper without even thoughts, without even symbols, just the truth of the vibrations, and then oneness, which became emptiness, which is the greatest boundlessness, emptiness creates love. Which is a happy delusion that becomes true. Consciousness flowed through everything, one and yet myriad, like a great dragon, psychically healing the world, making everything vital, whole, organic, no more did the fragments float about. We were simple like drops of water, consciousness like gravity, a process of nature itself, and thus nothing could ever fall out of place, always from the emptiness the love sprang, and raved, and became empty again, and again filled with the divine love.
The forests flourished again, and in the comforts of the cities, even they flourished, trees, and they were the ancient priests, and we were dryads. Chaos broke out, we returned to the natural government, we did not fight much, but all was resolved in love, the power of love. And there were places and we went and it was beyond the dream, places you went and realized you were the entire universe. Places where a new world was created, in the dreams, nothing was permanent except from the love, which flowed from the plant teachers always, in their various planes as the primordial ground, by which we know where we are, in relation to the love. and sometimes whole new worlds were created, and they meshed with ours, and it was a different kind of exploration and yet it brought countless wisdoms.
Everything in life is a joy. And Death is nothing to be sad for.
I saw the cosmic bees, and we made love, they were the people we knew, and yet it was a different aspect of them, a universal aspect, and there were the orgies, and closer and closer they became physical and more and more existence itself was that, and it was love.
It was the doing of Ila, and through every story, the love went, and we were all Love.
roots say om
when you are home
done in the valley where there
is the fog
we go alone
going to the promised land that i'm already in
Nurturing environment,
we say goodbye to the wrongness in our life, goodbye to the ways that dont suite us, the manipulation through psychology, we refuse to accept paradigms that are corrupt. We remember what its really about, we remember the true majesty of what happened spontaneously, there is no formulae, there is only the distraction, we are seperate from those philosophies, and those philosophies exist, but they don't matter, they don't spread.
the haikus among it are silent. shamanic power means nothing, in the face of true love, shamanic power means nothing in terms of material things. none of it sticks to my aura, though I am here, because I am not a shaman, as they tried to pull me into, I'm just a spirit, I am not a label, I am not a tradition. They delve into death and deception, they give no thanks.
Let the virtue shine light into this and heal it. not through intense organization but through chaos, a constant battle on my soul, with the forces of ignorance, it must end, something calculated to destroy me, to make me have sex with people i don't want to have sex with. Psychic intrusions. The government, it is real. These masonic curses, or whatever it is. There is a way to end it too, destroy the patriarchal idiocy, of that time period which they keep bringing up again and again, saying its to honor the ancestors, but really it just brings down the present, its a psychology method of domination.
Its devoid of true spiritual wisdom, its the same as colonization, and sending people on a wild goose chase. they've gone at length to track me down in the world of ravers. talking about details of my life. Trying to desettle me, still love breaks through it all, the vampires die. they burn away. not even they can withstand the light of infinity, they become self sufficient realizing the infinity within themselves.
Its not true shamanism, and so it fails, its only meant to hurt the earth. you perform for them, but you are beyond that. no more psychological impositions, no more tai chi, no more caring. they want to destroy everything. Fuck masons, what can destroy the parasites in you and in the world, what can restore the good, the nature loving consciousness, the unity when we came together to defend the forest, when we didn't see ourselves as apart from it.
no anyone helping the forest, would be independent, nature is independent, the organizations, are different, sometimes they try to construct artificial structures in the woods, its best to destroy them and let the energy flow normally in an area again, don't let them drain your energy, don't recognize them, just live your life. fuck those assumptions. And rituals and boringness and organized nature of it, that imposition in your life. what caused that to start happening?
what caused this entire battle? the Yomo rose again and protected us, Ila, Yaveyetta, Adawapayo, rose again here, new groups formed people were more open minded. new philosophies, wantism and so much more, temples of so many different faiths, and then the true miracles began and the forests were sanctified and so much more grew and so many were happy, because now there was respect among everyone. Things were non heirarchal, non organized, spontaneous, humorous. A certain element of randomness is a given, in any particular course of action, not everything I do is highly calculated or in any way logical.
The attacks stopped boundaries were generally respected, but also loose not uptight, but there was no continous stream of entering someone elses area. As happened there, perhaps as a result of my yoga, or maybe it was always there.
who knows maybe it is to destroy my sex maybe that is the actual goal of all this, I have a strange sexuality, but having to go through so many obstacles is just bizarre, what does this movement of energy mean? It seems to be related to kundalini, I feel a strong urge to break away from the binds which may have been made, binds to certain ways of thinking and definite limit or anything that could be predicted, the binds of the dragons, of the preconceptions which come with that, preconceptions which cover ever possible life path
I could take, I have to get rid of preconceptions or they will suffocate me.
I do not see the situation totally clearly, and explain it with even less grace, but intuitively I know and I trust my skills. oh how you've changed, there was life back there now everything is alive. oh shinto world, can you be pure, you are charming, I learn from all the hallucinations at least they are always honest.
spiritual practice is amazing and the transformations of the spirit, all InI can do is watch and let what happens naturally happen, at this point its all like a river, they are like kriyas and yet the world can accept them, there is a great balance and grace, though seeming uncertain. Unconsciously the higher self is at work.
Ah for pagan love, it is of a different kind
peace love earth goddess
poongya canesha kilna
the sun on this first shore of nothingness, creamy clouds like the soup, the soup of God that I drink, on the way home, divine chowder, of potato, nom myoho renge kyato
everythig is becoming ruins all around us, I've got a book of fractals made of letters, they like to see the leaves, something the fractal world is incredible and spiritual, it brings a deep joy to us, as InI divine prophetic healing, from the ancients, soul recovery, spirit travel through the being as the creation of the planets and universe, as true love through every manifestation incarnation as all things InI.
in meditation, the yomo, the wabi sabi path, the ness rising in us again, and ila, and all of it, beautiful.
the divine flirtations of ini, the mystical love hidden in all movements and silence, all of it is the Spirit of God, the Spirit of the Goddess.
I am all times and all things and emptinesses, I am open I am nothing, I am a door without duality. The stars, tell a great story. it goes beyond. everything, it makes me want to change everything thats been written sometimes, its so far beyond, yet it comes forth, from the tao, there is a great wisdom and compassion to the universe, we remember wanti and the yomo, the nights under the stars, they are not so far, living, the forest path, the tree way, the dryad language, mending lives in slow weaving the weaving that brings liberation, like the best tasting tea. the music, blessed be song, and that harmony too, which brings together again all which had fallen away, beyond anything, just an assemblance in the breezes the spirits come together, as the universe had conspired, and there is some fire of joy in the yonato, the energies of the planet and of my soul float through my body, and through the world who knows where the come from, seemingly an infinite reservoir in the subconscious, and to think, the things which blossom from the soul, to cultivate the spirit, in the wild and true manner of nature, this is true zen, beyond wide misconception yet somehow we enter the mindstate.
every grass is good, every tree is a friend, ini sees only love everywhere bless ini, for you come in all forms, it takes all kinds, so much harmony we find, so much is inexplicable, perhaps this is the greater joy, beyond words, the senses, the religion of being, the celestial nature in all things, pointless things, meandering things, waiting to combust, humbling but amazing, catharsis, beauty, i'm like a kite of love, the tall trees speak suddenly, somehow though we are far away, we here, suddenly, like ever before, its funny, the rustling glow of forever. We had found the plate and kept it, on the grass that floated on the water, wanti, and being in the fairy world it was funny. Oh, its so beautiful, these moments, this universe, this dharma, sometimes, its too much even in its emptiness.
Your face is beautiful, in the stars and everything, what a talkative universe, every part of your face was talking your eyes where saying we love the light and they must have reflected what they saw, wisdom in simplicity and understanding in beauty, understanding beyond words. Beings living together coexisting, with different philosophies. The forest that speaks, the fractal existence, that comes from taking on this way of life, maybe its the raving, or the shamanism, or just the psychedelics.
everyone seems warm, and simple, just people, full of the magic of the season, oh what a fickle and exciting thing it is to see, and yet it is the impermanence which makes it great, things come in cycles.
You fall in love with life gradually, even though the echo of that love is always there, all around you, but falling in love is such a beautiful process. Falling in love is Yoga. Love is amazing.
Sulos sulos aiklain nerali aldera nossha !
we are not that strange, we are the fairy tribes, why this huge rift to jump, still we are alive, bridging the truth, striking the peace again between life and death, healing, with our medicines, now the circle of life is more connected, and so the universe spirit revolutes more, comes more in tune with the divine emanation of Wanti
A greater appreciation of women, and the gentle way, a greater appreciation for the truth that anyone and anything can be a woman, all things are hermaphroditic. All of us and every thing contains the entire universe. These divine lessons, from the fractal world have various degrees of understanding and feeling.
Acknowledging the patterns and working with them can be great and create great harmonies, and resonances from across the universe. the aloha can be obtained, through this manner and has, by all kinds of people, appearing in all kinds of ways, just aThes the psychedelic experience manifests always in some way, even without any physical precursor, because they are the spirits, that are fundamental to life. and they maintain the balance and virtue and innocence of all things.
the matriarchs have returned, there is no existence or nonexistence, there is no enlightenment nor is there darkness, in truth. The matriarchs have created it for their love of the man, the mushroom, and the men have created the reflection, for their love of the woman. though they are all one, creating their other sides. The women priestesses of the morning glories, and the priests of the mushrooms, sat in meditation in their various planes upon the Planet, between them was a current and they communicated through one another, we living and moving beings the bodhisattva messengers between them, dwellers in nirvana, who would also be within us.
"There are no beings and there is no sense world," said the morning glories and "yet our love will last forever" said the mushrooms, "we are largely unseen, we are deep within, and we are sprouting up."
"We have not gone too deeply" said the moonflowers and the morning glories, "not into the physical world, but the spiritual world, we are the causers of the morning and the evening sky"
"We are the tendered to the boundless horizons within closed eyes"
she had no feet though, because they were buried in the ground, and her hat was like a flower, and she sang om. along with the rest of them, theyre feet were all buried and they sang om, and they planted the seeds of the forests, the acorns where their feet were, and they covered the holes. As they did this, the cities shrank more and more, again we were able to seem them as they were, the cellular ecosystems, magnified our true homes, the fairy nature returned. The leaves and stems of the plants which nurtured and healed us. The infinite nature of the world was apparent once more, everything was not known, yet the Yomo brought the light of love everywhere, it was the infinite realm of wanti. The spirit returned to the plants, which had been drawn away by unconsciousness. In stillness, we saw the virtue, in endless doing the wastefulness. just as the mushroom is still, and yet the world grows, there is always enough, everything comes at the right time. But the ones who are always creating and moving about are distracted and they destroy their own world. So again the joy and celebration of quietness, stillness, symbollessness, non penetration, chilling was alive. So again the hippies sat in deeper truthful communication, not just upon accepted paradigms, the language of the soul return, yet it was vague, only to be felt, and yet it drew us all in a certain way, that the divine fabric of the universe would always weave itself together right in its inimitatable intricacy and thus we had nothing to fear, only to follow our spirit paths, as empty and insignificant as the helicopter seeds, which fall spinning from the trees, yet together unknowingly, we nourish the world.
Our thoughts were full of the joys, and we thought always of the Goddess and God, all forms and names have reconcile themselves, as one, flowing from one another, in kalieoscopic beauty. With our thoughts we cleaved to the spheres which suited our dreams. Sulos was at the center, with our thoughts, we spoke again to the dryads. We are the forest in dreaming, the cities are naturalized. With our thoughts, we brought happiness, and a great tide of truth, and wisdom, the world manifested our thoughts, in loving ways. There was simple equilibrium, and comprimise between the higher and lower selves, we danced together, without heirarchy, in the rings, as the cities burst with life of the plants, again, the chemicals, which were the unconscious edge faded away, the foolishness replace by the divine wisdom.
Everything is the Goddess, and everything is God, thus all our thoughts and prayers and practice become astral sex, and an astral world where no suffering anchored us miserably, this world blossome more and more, and we realized what it really had done was reincarnated, for it is Wanti, flowing again through the veins of the planet, which is pleased and pleasured at our return to lucidity. The plants had guided us, being both within and without, we saw the fractal echoes, and thus a greater and truly physical truth came. Live was without suffering, without rigid operations, love was the currency, and the food, and the warmth, an everything could easily be transformed to it, and always remained flowing, there was no escape from the love, thus the planet flowered.
cosmic bees, came, beings, spreading their pollen, the mushrooms, enlightening us to a greater dharma, even deeper love, we saw ourselves, we saw the eternity, it had ever ended we saw out to the corners of the universe, the earth showed its nature did not end. Our spirits were fulfilled in the rooted ecstasies, of orgasmic, enlightened existence, vibration rose and effected the entire universe, consciousness awakened everywhere, and the transformative abilities of lucidity and true love, it was a logic before logic.
Some where lost and would flicker away, but only needed to remember sulos is the basis of all things and it would return like a wave washing over again. Deeper and deeper without even thoughts, without even symbols, just the truth of the vibrations, and then oneness, which became emptiness, which is the greatest boundlessness, emptiness creates love. Which is a happy delusion that becomes true. Consciousness flowed through everything, one and yet myriad, like a great dragon, psychically healing the world, making everything vital, whole, organic, no more did the fragments float about. We were simple like drops of water, consciousness like gravity, a process of nature itself, and thus nothing could ever fall out of place, always from the emptiness the love sprang, and raved, and became empty again, and again filled with the divine love.
The forests flourished again, and in the comforts of the cities, even they flourished, trees, and they were the ancient priests, and we were dryads. Chaos broke out, we returned to the natural government, we did not fight much, but all was resolved in love, the power of love. And there were places and we went and it was beyond the dream, places you went and realized you were the entire universe. Places where a new world was created, in the dreams, nothing was permanent except from the love, which flowed from the plant teachers always, in their various planes as the primordial ground, by which we know where we are, in relation to the love. and sometimes whole new worlds were created, and they meshed with ours, and it was a different kind of exploration and yet it brought countless wisdoms.
Everything in life is a joy. And Death is nothing to be sad for.
I saw the cosmic bees, and we made love, they were the people we knew, and yet it was a different aspect of them, a universal aspect, and there were the orgies, and closer and closer they became physical and more and more existence itself was that, and it was love.
It was the doing of Ila, and through every story, the love went, and we were all Love.
roots say om
when you are home
done in the valley where there
is the fog
we go alone
going to the promised land that i'm already in
Nurturing environment,
