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the negative equation of an external merkaba
the error is replacing the instinctual with the logical, the reflex with the cogent flow chart. one should not remove the living flesh, employ a synthetic shroud, and expect no ill effects. embrace that which you know not you embody. celebrate the truth of fundamental existence. everything ever known is somewhere deep inside you. anything ever dreamed is just within your reach. focus outward: find distraction, focus inward: find eternity.
every story ever told contains a seed of truth. these are the similarities, the areas of oneness. coincidence and repetition are the landmarks on the journey. synchronicity; divinity's humor. learn to wait, wait and learn.
as fleshly sight fades
eternity's night gives way.
swamped by waves of light
prose by ~mrnakes and =AlecBell's haiku
My image used as the preview image here [link]
Reference for tetrahedron is from ~ou8nrtist2 [link]
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the error is replacing the instinctual with the logical, the reflex with the cogent flow chart. one should not remove the living flesh, employ a synthetic shroud, and expect no ill effects. embrace that which you know not you embody. celebrate the truth of fundamental existence. everything ever known is somewhere deep inside you. anything ever dreamed is just within your reach. focus outward: find distraction, focus inward: find eternity.
every story ever told contains a seed of truth. these are the similarities, the areas of oneness. coincidence and repetition are the landmarks on the journey. synchronicity; divinity's humor. learn to wait, wait and learn.
as fleshly sight fades
eternity's night gives way.
swamped by waves of light
prose by ~mrnakes and =AlecBell's haiku
My image used as the preview image here [link]
Reference for tetrahedron is from ~ou8nrtist2 [link]
©GloriaGypsy 2010. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This image is protected by copyright under this website [link]
You cannot duplicate, use this image or part of it for commercial, personal or any usage without my explicit written permission. This image is digitally fingerprinted.
Failure to comply will result in legal action, and other possible penalties. Do not claim this work as your own.
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Wow, I know the prose is borrowed; but I find this interesting: "Every story ever told contains a seed of truth. These are similarities, the areas of oneness... Synchronicity; divinity's humor. Learn to wait, wait and learn." I find the whole prose fascinating, but this particular part interests me because I had a Salvia trip one time that went something like this: I was sitting by a fire I had built specifically to set the mood for my trip, or spiritual journey. I like to think that such things help us to see within ourselves. Anyhow, I smoked my smoke, and held it in counting.
Suddenly from the fire arose a beautiful motherly figure with an emerald green dress and beautiful silver hair. Her dress seemed to unfold infinitely, cascading through me, then back into the fire. I felt warm, and comforted, and before I could say or do anything, all of my seeming surroundings "kaleidoscoped" back into "normal" reality, and I was left with the words "Sew the seeds of truth..." I've often wondered exactly what it meant, adapting different meanings here and there as I went along through life since then... but this prose... it helps me understand it better now. Thanks so much, I'm so happy I happened upon this!
Suddenly from the fire arose a beautiful motherly figure with an emerald green dress and beautiful silver hair. Her dress seemed to unfold infinitely, cascading through me, then back into the fire. I felt warm, and comforted, and before I could say or do anything, all of my seeming surroundings "kaleidoscoped" back into "normal" reality, and I was left with the words "Sew the seeds of truth..." I've often wondered exactly what it meant, adapting different meanings here and there as I went along through life since then... but this prose... it helps me understand it better now. Thanks so much, I'm so happy I happened upon this!