Another for the records:
I was thinking of this rabbit in a park that run up under my seat in the park, she was somebody’s pet, a really beautiful wabbit, unlike the common hares, it was quite hairy and majestic. Anyway, her name was Zeus as one of her owners told us.
I was exploring that memory and other memories attached to that park spot, negative and positive ones. I’ve been wondering what brought up that memory, just to see thunder as I went to the backyard.
Zeus bless me into my bliss
And another wedding
Read the Secrets of the Golden Flower by CG Jung And Wilhelm; I read it long ago and was like a mystical gibberish, could only have an intuitive understanding understanding back then. Won’t claim I get it 100% but I am 100 percent it’s yapping about Khan black and sexual energy. “The water”
And here I thought I’ll just go through my notes l, add a couple of lines and refine what I scribbled on the go and move on.
I did so with that short piece from over a week ago, and I thought I made something nice and worth while, four stanzas of 4 lines each.
Then I decided to look at it in the sunlight of the next day, refine it and call it a day. My first finished poem for my book.
Such is not the case, I’m down to like 30 lines. I ended up scribbling almost all of the work and take it to a new direction, filled with alliteratio, assonace, phonems, internal and external rhymes, sometimes a whole line is rhyming; the flow is so beautiful when I read it out loud, almost like a rap song but more emotional I suppose.
I still have more much to go, as despite the length I am still in what I suppose is the first act, death. Now I’m starting to move it to the birth phase then life then death again, if I could. Going into a full circle, but will see what happens. So far it’s evocative and rhyming but fueled with melancholy and filled with darkness.
I will be taking it through the bend and up back to the light in its discourse, then maybe drop it down to where it all began – bury it.
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y’all
Results have been so natural that if I don’t direct some awareness towards them I wouldn’t even notice.
I have been obsessing over stillness these past 5 weeks, more so in this week, well, its an over exaggeration, but its been coming up quite often in many many forms and from different religions and teachings, from the teaching of the Christ, the various teachings of the sufis of islam, the Gurus of India and the teachers of the East; sages and mystics alike have been talking about stillness. Words, man, its the damn language barriers that clouds the meaning, well the mind is the main culprit. Everyone at one point or another has been leading to the same destination and talked about some commonalities, like stillness in this case.
While reading the c-page, it hit me that that is a part of ST2. I wonder what the surprise is. I also wonder how would I know if that is the suprise knowing that after further cycles, I could learn a newer surprise, which brings up the question, what is the actual surprise; eh, whatever shall arise will suffice
Okay I really get it now. Random memories might be a premonition and not just healing.
I had a memory of a time when electricity would go out and remember how miserable it gets when it’s all silent. Electricity running out, the noise fading, could be a prelude to love making 
but whatever. I suppose I could carry some blame into that, but one thing for certain is that I am not the whole to blame.
Anyways, I got carried on with that memory and did some introspection, but it seemed to tell me that the electricity is going to turn off. As it is now.
I think that the clearer the mind is, the less polluted the inner stream, the clearer the view to the “future”
I went out to the backyard late at night yesterday, and it felt like death swept the world around me. The trees were still, the cats asleep, the neighbors in television hypnosis. The very air was lifeless. It felt like everything was inanimate.
Death is always with us, it never leaves our company. Whenever there is life, death is around it. Perhaps that is the allure of sleep walk, putying all the noise of thoughts and desires and this and that and all the immorality and high morality – distraction to our futile fatality
I feel like I have the energy to move a nation, a reservoir station. Explosive and implosive, yet calm and non corrosive
I hear the Gateless Gate calling. I feel like I could never get enough of the depth of the spirit, but that too is a folly of the mind. ROS can wait a day or two
Had an urge to listen during the weekened as I felt that I had processed everything; but I pushed through.
Listened to full loop of Celestial Rebellion yesterday at night, and everything’s going well.
I have had a busy week and didn’t veg much chance to churn words. Still I remain distant from my main project. I’ve had a fruitful monefestation out of nowhere.
The effects of DR, I can feel their healing and armoring.
In my eyes, the healing from UWX is something special; to be able to bleed all of your internality into the paper. One could create beautiful pieces with that they have inside, weave them into a story or a poem, sharing a captured emotional essence, a complex energy for others to take a bite off and feel it themselves
I’ve been working for a couple of weeks now on just one piece, and in my foolishness, I thought it would be a couple of hours over every piece and move on.
Barabim baraboom, and I have a book. Yeah right lol. Entering the third week for just one.
Looking at what I’ve been working on, what I created so far, and why I have been avoiding it for a while now, shows me in clarity of what’s going on inside l
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Today was that one day in a week; where I listened to it in part of a custom with 3 cores. I wouldn’t call it maintenance, there’s a definitive progress. In fact, I have progressed since my reply to you. See, your question and my reply to it, sparked an inspiration within me to follow up on my practice.
Today I reflected visually more so than usual, remembering details of every store that I entered, the people that were of interest during the my daily dealings, as well as anything that means something to me; such as that muscle car that I spoke about. In a matter of fact, I saw one today lol, not that exact one that is my desirable car, but a newer model of a Mustang. These cars are extremely rare to sight in the country I am in now. They’re a dime in a bucket before I moved her.
The PoV that I am able to conjure is definitely not a result of a maintenance dose. There is always a progress. No denying, however, that when used on its own, or more focusedly, the training and results that you’d reap are multiplied.
Another synch:
A kid had a graphic shirt with hight buildings with NYC STUDIOS written on it. VIbes st4.
Found myself recently speaking more for the sake of speaking. Time is an illusion, might as well enjoy socializing. I am usually quite, so quite you don’t even here me coming, or even see me.
Another synch:
Mantak chia. I found some chia seeds on sale, which made me think of that dude and visit his work after all this time and after all the knowledge and wisdom I have cultivated since that time.
So I was watching a video and the first thing the hostess brings up is Chia and talked about one of his books that has the matrix raining symbols style, which makes it another synch because just before the video I felt like finally watching the inspiration of the Matrix, Ghosts in a shell
Time to call Tech Support; this is getting ridiculous. I need them to send me a new copy of the Manual; never got one with my set. (Synchronicity)
Thoughts; speech and deed, all shall lead the lead from the dead up to the head, like a burning steed steadily blazing on a trail of mead to a golden stead; acid or alkaline I walk through the line and grab what’s rightfully mine
I’ve been craving apples often this past month; apples above all other fruits and sources of sugar. I don’t usually eat sugar or fruits because of diet and health reasons. Like Steve Jobs, I must be taking a bite of the apple.
Okay, God; bring me your manager.
Saw a guy getting off a car wearing a black shirt with NEW YORK on it next to this ripoff of Macdonald burger shop; exactly at the same spot as the kid yesterday with NYC Studio shirt at 12:33. Get the f out of here