[willow_wisp]

Waking up, being a social misfit, so I'm awake, its 5:48, life is so strange, I don't even feel wierd, these days mostly I feel wronged, it gets strange but everyone is so nice, I use medical cannabis as my medicine so I'm not freaked out about chemicals controlling your mind. They are nice but sometimes I just can't deal with it but its not as bad as it was, the voices have calmed down a lot, mostly it just like random shouts i hear, or like a flash I'll see, like a cat, or a person. Or a thought and it could be myself, maybe, a lot better than the constant comments. But now my life is here and what do I do. I'll admit, I'm afraid of making progress, afraid of the world out there, I feel like I should just go to nature and cultivate the flow between her and I, thats what is more important, but nature is scarce but growing, not really scarce, plus it is autumn. The fairies are back again, I know I say that alot, I suppose I just mean, last night, and yesterday I was so joyful everywhere, I accepted everything and the fairies came and we danced, all day, came in a spiritual form, because the physical form is rough sometimes, especially around here. But, they are different from voices, they are spirits, sometimes I feel like I must be God, it is all this mysticism, but what is the real use of that? It seems almost futile, the world outside, bless its efforts on all fronts. I've been having so may psychic flashes, so many thats what it has become, and seeking counseling, because I realized I needed a base like that. I woke up thinking that I was going to die because it was the day biggie died, but I didn't. Everything seems to be coming full circle, its the weavers who do it, with their celestial magic and how can I go against them or why would I want to? Its sad I have this knowledge but no one to share it with, or maybe I am just solitary. I do get a few mumbles though sometimes, sometimes i'm afraid to leave the room, just for whats out ther, inevitably it falls into the wrong hands, and maybe its just a game, maybe its just a few drunk fairies, abandonded from their compassion. I've had dreams that my **** was gone and there was a clit, but I've had dreamed Flo didn't care, I know she's real, crazy magic everywhere, maybe I am just the light tower, I must wonder if its not really all connected, if I can amuse myself in this way while it doesnt really matter, maybe its better, because when I feel like I'm saving the world, its strange, I feel like I don't get it because I protested at a church, nature, nature I said, I felt like the worst person and now I'm here and the blossoms and birds thank me, this land of drunken majesty, perhaps one must go with the evil sometimes, because I believe good is the base and it will always return to go, evil is the only path I haven't travelled and that I keep from, what deeper good is there? In the church and those bizarre and hidden ways and in those saying they are demonic, I see myself in between but probably I veer to both sides, without wanting to take it into account, thats how some people would see it, and I noticed that maybe the Pomo is kind of like Jesus, but its not the same, theres a different kind of energy, a different process going on, is not the whole world a great temple, and what is happening spirit flows through it, spontaneously, we all pay heed. Sometimes I don't know, I'm trying to get something out, maybe its not there, as much as I don't like putting stuff out, I'll put this out and brave the reaction because everything is right in the sequence of events.

[willow_wisp]

Originally Posted by willow_wisp

Waking up, being a social misfit, so I'm awake, its 5:48, life is so strange, I don't even feel wierd, these days mostly I feel wronged, it gets strange but everyone is so nice, I use medical cannabis as my medicine so I'm not freaked out about chemicals controlling your mind. They are nice but sometimes I just can't deal with it but its not as bad as it was, the voices have calmed down a lot, mostly it just like random shouts i hear, or like a flash I'll see, like a cat, or a person. Or a thought and it could be myself, maybe, a lot better than the constant comments. But now my life is here and what do I do. I'll admit, I'm afraid of making progress, afraid of the world out there, I feel like I should just go to nature and cultivate the flow between her and I, thats what is more important, but nature is scarce but growing, not really scarce, plus it is autumn. The fairies are back again, I know I say that alot, I suppose I just mean, last night, and yesterday I was so joyful everywhere, I accepted everything and the fairies came and we danced, all day, came in a spiritual form, because the physical form is rough sometimes, especially around here. But, they are different from voices, they are spirits, sometimes I feel like I must be God, it is all this mysticism, but what is the real use of that? It seems almost futile, the world outside, bless its efforts on all fronts. I've been having so may psychic flashes, so many thats what it has become, and seeking counseling, because I realized I needed a base like that. I woke up thinking that I was going to die because it was the day biggie died, but I didn't. Everything seems to be coming full circle, its the weavers who do it, with their celestial magic and how can I go against them or why would I want to? Its sad I have this knowledge but no one to share it with, or maybe I am just solitary. I do get a few mumbles though sometimes, sometimes i'm afraid to leave the room, just for whats out ther, inevitably it falls into the wrong hands, and maybe its just a game, maybe its just a few drunk fairies, abandonded from their compassion. I've had dreams that my **** was gone and there was a clit, but I've had dreamed Flo didn't care, I know she's real, crazy magic everywhere, maybe I am just the light tower, I must wonder if its not really all connected, if I can amuse myself in this way while it doesnt really matter, maybe its better, because when I feel like I'm saving the world, its strange, I feel like I don't get it because I protested at a church, nature, nature I said, I felt like the worst person and now I'm here and the blossoms and birds thank me, this land of drunken majesty, perhaps one must go with the evil sometimes, because I believe good is the base and it will always return to go, evil is the only path I haven't travelled and that I keep from, what deeper good is there? In the church and those bizarre and hidden ways and in those saying they are demonic, I see myself in between but probably I veer to both sides, without wanting to take it into account, thats how some people would see it, and I noticed that maybe the Pomo is kind of like Jesus, but its not the same, theres a different kind of energy, a different process going on, is not the whole world a great temple, and what is happening spirit flows through it, spontaneously, we all pay heed. Sometimes I don't know, I'm trying to get something out, maybe its not there, as much as I don't like putting stuff out, I'll put this out and brave the reaction because everything is right in the sequence of events.

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I love the mad rains and the bogging sea journey with quick links to a land unknown growing the herbs of the light
in the heart and mind of the sun we run like small ones like small ones singing truth we sing behind doors in small synchronicities
or aloof, we sing in the sleep and we sing in the deep and we sing for Yarna who left her apple in the road, oh
the days pass, i grow there is everything flowing from deep inside, and me from it
who makes me water, God, this kind journey, these plants are friends, the world, Mother,
both you are the same, you are something great happening, we are all messengers, and yet we are the message
I sing the love of going on and on and never happening like the awareness that waits on a thousand petalled lotus
the irish bard sings, where came that dreamland which is heaven, which on every noble nook of this sea and beyond has anointed
in amputation and greater blossoms, for evolving, the blessed change, we lose that which no longer serves us
and come upon that which is wisdom in age
like wanti spilling now from the page, however long sitting there, not just to be unchanging, to be questioned and lived from all angles
for I am the word of the universe, the universe that speaks, if I had a voice, so I try stumbling through shaman and shaman, pouring through nook and crevace and reaching this place finally, none of it has ever happened, and none of it exists
reluctant truth, but freeing, yet there is no freedom, no opposite, no yes, no no,
no comprehension, the ecstatic possibilities of this, oh sweet trickster, lead us well, for your virtue is that of heaven is it not, you named in all some divine way, which our mind has given body and name, think that, how deep language goes, and our own souls, what do we do, is it anything, to just give it all up and exist purely in a spiritual form, returning to the simplicity of the poorer nations, once again the basic premise is there Mother Earth, smiles and welcomes us with bigger hugs, the world, such truth, every heI now it beams through, the words, the stories, the feeeling, again, so many haikus across, this land the mushrooms grow, for everyone, we all have our way and meet ourselves, in all we all wake up to being the mountain, for lin raden, there was oak and the night, the willowy conversations,
the weeping, i tell you all for the sake of the great poetry it is worth it
the poetry of the soul for which the Goddess is audience
filling up and pushing out, filling up pushing out
while in his yonato there rang the sweet bell in the afternoon breeze, love

[willow_wisp]

we are the spirits of lifestream which is life living itself,being as prayer unto the ultimate experience that is wa too large to comprehend yet it passes
like the ray of nature's sweet glow, vital, speaking silently everywhere, brahmin grows here, what can I say, what wisdom and foolery, brahmin grows is all, the silent love, from which eternal crawls and goes
the love goes forth and to all the spirits of nature, great harmony, great motion like the motion of the sea, i am all that boundless and ever rolling changing, yet you know me well as myself
yomo, your heart, the sun fair vallies the silent people all the flowers irises, daisies sing beautiful growing, thank you everything, thank you dr. who has seen this strangeness and helped, now there only seems to be passing of the faces of the sweet moon, and the mother, who is balanced in herself in her ancient and beautiful way, for she is us deep down and essential, and even further out, philosophizing and living simply as it is. There is a spirit and the groove, kaliedoscopic guitar intervals, leave everything everytime, Goddess, nature goddess ist is you, I don't care abandoning reason, something deeper, like a rumbling wave, you mystical one, over falling through taoist koans, and nanto, izanoan the high mountain pretending of little hill and roar from the quiet depth.
Birdlike in the lingering, elements are spirits, the dieties, the simple ones, the simple things in life, the rhythm, the change, the unknown. Aigy, the rain has fallen and we've woken again, the oak brought in, and over t the acorns and carpet, our feet churn up the energies of what is just true and free isness, where is in and out, suddenly, this freedom, flying, is this that final jump, like a black hole, pulling us all in, only to take us right back, and the realization strikes like lightning. Thank you, God! Allah, you ring out everywhere, the tapping of the old rainbowl, I smile the warm orange thinking hola and you are there, just there like a rub on my leg, I know, all the universe, all the small things, this incredible natural law, you spring from, are all things not the jade emporer? I await the coming like a poet awaits inspiration, the tea, and the empty street, feelings dropping in my gut, its been a while since we've philosophized like this Flo, the walls added their approval and we left for a while round the cosmic wheels, dancing and churning in the stars like little dots appearing where the faes had though to jump with their magick pathways, like that, oh you, falling in there, into your pages, into your world of whatever, the spirits guide all this, and none is apart, for wanti rises and the great giant of everdie rises and in small in the universe, all are small. I finally felt fine just going up and speaking on the fairies though perhaps they hide, we can protect ourselves, this world, this true free, loving world, true we can't make another fall into our way, but how could one resist, knowing the truth, the fairy way, the zen way, the everyday way are the same, the highway and the hidden coast are nothing, to Nands wisdom, for here waiting now in the calm night air, I just read about maria sabina, the healing still alive, coming miraculously, nature smiling down on us, helping us, holding us through this, wise ancestor, higher self.
There are those all around, and there are voices and the strangeness, how strange and funny it is, what it does, the randomness, it is the newly born natural dharma, that springs from nature, sitting here, whatever I do, performing for the spirits, or caught in between, not quite all the way out there, but not quite silent, hidden, the invisible spilling through here, maybe with just a ghost, but a living thing too. Just the way we form, us weavers, you know? spiralling through existence, bridging love and art, art the redeemer of time from even within karma, the lotus is apparent, all equanamous, the music, like peices of something vital, in a bottle, always to grow like that, across us e and the movements too, wanti, the yoga of just writing maybe, the yoga of letters, and dramas, stories. These are the colors of all the drawings that I ever made, and all the pathways we travel open ended roaming in whatever form or formless, so Oneness has a love of Spirit and so Spirit goes out, Wanti, and all the people, in so many ways, seen all the possibilities. What is a religion, the plants, grow and their spirits become more apparent, I hold myself back but show a truth too, revealing, all of it speaks and the path was long like gravity, so let it come, is it not nature! endlessly this is the sentiment as the deer do their dances across the forest with occasional cries and all of it follows some old familiar wild pattern back to the start no ones pointing like gravity that vibration, sure its here, and everything clear all the animals and the way it works out, the great blue heron, meditation divine ecstasy spilling through the openings in my eyes, in my hands the earth, the grass, brushing, so many trees, so careful but so lovely just to dance and hear the birds sing with you again, who and what could they be thinking there, perhaps they had rushed in at the last minute, this shyness of the living world. Oh Noma, with your teas so great, who kept the streams flowing in light, and brought us all together as we should be, this shaman, he sees its not just the horizon, or the changes of the moon, everything in the world, the approach, the way, that is tao, as you grow you become like a cloud but these images, who knows what they really mean or do, there is just the pure faith, at some times, to keep us going through. In our own reactions and energetic pathways, because thats all it is anyways, the kundalini, ness flows through, things change, down to the very core, and even at the further edge, and all will change, the weed and the free nights out in the living crux. Yeah, everything was living, words no distinction all of its the same no like the light upon the page, flashing throughout all lands with something maybe a delusion but purpose, yet it set it all right and back into the true way things are, I scratch my butt, where is Flo somewhere out among whatever, doing whatever, where is time and where is whatever, all the devotion we have you know for those song circles and just the simple free good feeling that is the universe at the heart, no container needed, no map or anything, flowing free on its own, self sufficient, this must just be heall, and thats Ness, and that is in all we say this, everywhere you go, hold not to the outer form and let the arc crossasto see the truth, it is ourselves, ourselves, everywhere, and we are the creators and the ones who have done all of this, it is we, as the music goes on, it takes us back, places we must have been other wise what it is. The temples, everything set itself up, like the perfect motion of the cosmos, of its own beautiful and majestic harmony, I am in doubt thinking the words are failing me, but ever i am the underestimator, but the fixing of language, but upon it surfs something even more beautiful. I'm thirsty, the song sings on, remember it going out? it was more than a song, this moment even, was included in such a full encompassing love, and you claim to doubt, you stop trying to influence the path, for better or worse, where the poetry must take up his trail and the artist must speak, for truly it is there waiting in all things the story, the truth. People just doing their things, getting along, is it so hard?
what is it all does it symbolize something we may ask ourselves in our zazen or through the lingerings of so much endless ridiculousness, it is the joke and the humor of life that is the most valuable thing, humor in the face of everything, and the love of Goddess which rocks in every garden, grove and peice of dirt, this is the revolution of the living things, natural, in synch all things, come to this kind of peak rarely, I remember all the talk about it, the planets and what not, I just sat there in nothingness and nobody seemed to see, or care, or understand, yet something was getting out there, from inside deep inside, maybe i wasn't communicating it beautifully, perfectly, but something was getting out there, some kind of crazed poetic Goddess diatribe, reviving the forest and the woodsiness and the fairies were of course behind it all, I smiled then, seeing the connections, this is where spirits had met long ago, in the dreamtime, and created from pure nothingness, for sure are these not the ancestors and beginners of all beings, come to interact through this form, coming through with the herb, with the sky, all the stars and the things they do. You with that look on your face, sometimes, I understand all the colors in your eyes, all of it, I'm not one for stories, I'd rather just have it whole the truth, so when its just a lucid dream, that is what it is, that the seeming boundary is gone, no body ever nee,ded to explain because it just came across, suddenly, like the new me, the old me, the time growing, I used to think about the sixties and living and going all about, starting this religion, bringing back that sacred truth to world because it was coming back, and now its not just caught its still going on, but you've got to get across the boundaries of time, and the illusion, which is just gravity itself, and yet its an illusion and this is where it all began to fly, like a great bird, this transformation maybe its just all the ambition and the stories and the world about but it is that playfulness which first brings us to the liso, the fairies begin to appear and its just so different because we realize we are perhaps only the horizontal pegs, my friend sees the world in cosmic unity with itself, reaching back and slightly into the unknown where God is forever being born. Through just being nice and harmonious and letting all the art work its way through everything, its almost a matter of divine mathematics, the way things happen, this, Adawapayo, we inhabit you again, we know you familiar, we know your songs you shouts, your saying, come to us, our wisdom family is strong, the love sulos does grow, long. For it is the feeling of all the plants and people and eternal spirit growing and expanding and contracting as it should, as is the true motion of the soul which is attained through the practice of wantism.

[RunningEagleRuns]

Originally Posted by willow_wisp

we are the spirits of lifestream which is life living itself,being as prayer unto the ultimate experience that is wa too large to comprehend yet it passes
like the ray of nature's sweet glow, vital, speaking silently everywhere, brahmin grows here, what can I say, what wisdom and foolery, brahmin grows is all, the silent love, from which eternal crawls and goes
the love goes forth and to all the spirits of nature, great harmony, great motion like the motion of the sea, i am all that boundless and ever rolling changing, yet you know me well as myself
yomo, your heart, the sun fair vallies the silent people all the flowers irises, daisies sing beautiful growing, thank you everything, thank you dr. who has seen this strangeness and helped, now there only seems to be passing of the faces of the sweet moon, and the mother, who is balanced in herself in her ancient and beautiful way, for she is us deep down and essential, and even further out, philosophizing and living simply as it is. There is a spirit and the groove, kaliedoscopic guitar intervals, leave everything everytime, Goddess, nature goddess ist is you, I don't care abandoning reason, something deeper, like a rumbling wave, you mystical one, over falling through taoist koans, and nanto, izanoan the high mountain pretending of little hill and roar from the quiet depth.
Birdlike in the lingering, elements are spirits, the dieties, the simple ones, the simple things in life, the rhythm, the change, the unknown. Aigy, the rain has fallen and we've woken again, the oak brought in, and over t the acorns and carpet, our feet churn up the energies of what is just true and free isness, where is in and out, suddenly, this freedom, flying, is this that final jump, like a black hole, pulling us all in, only to take us right back, and the realization strikes like lightning. Thank you, God! Allah, you ring out everywhere, the tapping of the old rainbowl, I smile the warm orange thinking hola and you are there, just there like a rub on my leg, I know, all the universe, all the small things, this incredible natural law, you spring from, are all things not the jade emporer? I await the coming like a poet awaits inspiration, the tea, and the empty street, feelings dropping in my gut, its been a while since we've philosophized like this Flo, the walls added their approval and we left for a while round the cosmic wheels, dancing and churning in the stars like little dots appearing where the faes had though to jump with their magick pathways, like that, oh you, falling in there, into your pages, into your world of whatever, the spirits guide all this, and none is apart, for wanti rises and the great giant of everdie rises and in small in the universe, all are small. I finally felt fine just going up and speaking on the fairies though perhaps they hide, we can protect ourselves, this world, this true free, loving world, true we can't make another fall into our way, but how could one resist, knowing the truth, the fairy way, the zen way, the everyday way are the same, the highway and the hidden coast are nothing, to Nands wisdom, for here waiting now in the calm night air, I just read about maria sabina, the healing still alive, coming miraculously, nature smiling down on us, helping us, holding us through this, wise ancestor, higher self.
There are those all around, and there are voices and the strangeness, how strange and funny it is, what it does, the randomness, it is the newly born natural dharma, that springs from nature, sitting here, whatever I do, performing for the spirits, or caught in between, not quite all the way out there, but not quite silent, hidden, the invisible spilling through here, maybe with just a ghost, but a living thing too. Just the way we form, us weavers, you know? spiralling through existence, bridging love and art, art the redeemer of time from even within karma, the lotus is apparent, all equanamous, the music, like peices of something vital, in a bottle, always to grow like that, across us e and the movements too, wanti, the yoga of just writing maybe, the yoga of letters, and dramas, stories. These are the colors of all the drawings that I ever made, and all the pathways we travel open ended roaming in whatever form or formless, so Oneness has a love of Spirit and so Spirit goes out, Wanti, and all the people, in so many ways, seen all the possibilities. What is a religion, the plants, grow and their spirits become more apparent, I hold myself back but show a truth too, revealing, all of it speaks and the path was long like gravity, so let it come, is it not nature! endlessly this is the sentiment as the deer do their dances across the forest with occasional cries and all of it follows some old familiar wild pattern back to the start no ones pointing like gravity that vibration, sure its here, and everything clear all the animals and the way it works out, the great blue heron, meditation divine ecstasy spilling through the openings in my eyes, in my hands the earth, the grass, brushing, so many trees, so careful but so lovely just to dance and hear the birds sing with you again, who and what could they be thinking there, perhaps they had rushed in at the last minute, this shyness of the living world. Oh Noma, with your teas so great, who kept the streams flowing in light, and brought us all together as we should be, this shaman, he sees its not just the horizon, or the changes of the moon, everything in the world, the approach, the way, that is tao, as you grow you become like a cloud but these images, who knows what they really mean or do, there is just the pure faith, at some times, to keep us going through. In our own reactions and energetic pathways, because thats all it is anyways, the kundalini, ness flows through, things change, down to the very core, and even at the further edge, and all will change, the weed and the free nights out in the living crux. Yeah, everything was living, words no distinction all of its the same no like the light upon the page, flashing throughout all lands with something maybe a delusion but purpose, yet it set it all right and back into the true way things are, I scratch my butt, where is Flo somewhere out among whatever, doing whatever, where is time and where is whatever, all the devotion we have you know for those song circles and just the simple free good feeling that is the universe at the heart, no container needed, no map or anything, flowing free on its own, self sufficient, this must just be heall, and thats Ness, and that is in all we say this, everywhere you go, hold not to the outer form and let the arc crossasto see the truth, it is ourselves, ourselves, everywhere, and we are the creators and the ones who have done all of this, it is we, as the music goes on, it takes us back, places we must have been other wise what it is. The temples, everything set itself up, like the perfect motion of the cosmos, of its own beautiful and majestic harmony, I am in doubt thinking the words are failing me, but ever i am the underestimator, but the fixing of language, but upon it surfs something even more beautiful. I'm thirsty, the song sings on, remember it going out? it was more than a song, this moment even, was included in such a full encompassing love, and you claim to doubt, you stop trying to influence the path, for better or worse, where the poetry must take up his trail and the artist must speak, for truly it is there waiting in all things the story, the truth. People just doing their things, getting along, is it so hard?
what is it all does it symbolize something we may ask ourselves in our zazen or through the lingerings of so much endless ridiculousness, it is the joke and the humor of life that is the most valuable thing, humor in the face of everything, and the love of Goddess which rocks in every garden, grove and peice of dirt, this is the revolution of the living things, natural, in synch all things, come to this kind of peak rarely, I remember all the talk about it, the planets and what not, I just sat there in nothingness and nobody seemed to see, or care, or understand, yet something was getting out there, from inside deep inside, maybe i wasn't communicating it beautifully, perfectly, but something was getting out there, some kind of crazed poetic Goddess diatribe, reviving the forest and the woodsiness and the fairies were of course behind it all, I smiled then, seeing the connections, this is where spirits had met long ago, in the dreamtime, and created from pure nothingness, for sure are these not the ancestors and beginners of all beings, come to interact through this form, coming through with the herb, with the sky, all the stars and the things they do. You with that look on your face, sometimes, I understand all the colors in your eyes, all of it, I'm not one for stories, I'd rather just have it whole the truth, so when its just a lucid dream, that is what it is, that the seeming boundary is gone, no body ever nee,ded to explain because it just came across, suddenly, like the new me, the old me, the time growing, I used to think about the sixties and living and going all about, starting this religion, bringing back that sacred truth to world because it was coming back, and now its not just caught its still going on, but you've got to get across the boundaries of time, and the illusion, which is just gravity itself, and yet its an illusion and this is where it all began to fly, like a great bird, this transformation maybe its just all the ambition and the stories and the world about but it is that playfulness which first brings us to the liso, the fairies begin to appear and its just so different because we realize we are perhaps only the horizontal pegs, my friend sees the world in cosmic unity with itself, reaching back and slightly into the unknown where God is forever being born. Through just being nice and harmonious and letting all the art work its way through everything, its almost a matter of divine mathematics, the way things happen, this, Adawapayo, we inhabit you again, we know you familiar, we know your songs you shouts, your saying, come to us, our wisdom family is strong, the love sulos does grow, long. For it is the feeling of all the plants and people and eternal spirit growing and expanding and contracting as it should, as is the true motion of the soul which is attained through the practice of wantism.

Long stuff, brotha

[willow_wisp]

well actually i once used the term gender amorphous freak and i like that because, gender is a spectrum and i think many people change even throughout on life, and its more of like an inner balance when is hard to convey in language or, i guess its misleading, you'd have to be focused, like i guess thats more the reason I am a Priestess of Wanti, because that is the true me of who I am, but being is more of just a pool and things run by but I think most people who are like me don't really have so much of a distinction and its just clothes and stuff, thats whats its become i guess, just life, and i means a lot to me, because the internet is so beautiful and it reaches out to so many people, though sometimes its like, since it is a web, the connections are deep truly its been woven, and out of joy and out of the moment

knowing this what do these terms mean? exactly in their exposition, they come to a conclusion of exact equality, because though things are destroyed, they are also strange, the patriarch, i see among the accupunctured earth, accupuncture strange but in that situation was it right to be so amplely impaled?

thats the thing to me, living on pins and needles all the time, you see it, nature, the world, what is it really when you get past just the image down to what it means you feel, the whole thing really as it is. it doesn't really mean anything, inside and outside, the same energy is there which cascades out, and this is something i realized and i was like wow, maybe its best then a worth it to just chill and accept being, in a transendental sense but also a very down to earth way of just taking things as they come, now what this appears to be, because i dance, and I was for a long time dancing in a small area because my room is so messy, but I found this record player and now I dance in a bigger room, and its all so true, so all of this is living I guess, and really does it matter? i don't think so friend
because its just like walking around with your pants falling down
its funny, the entire thing is entirely different from what it seems like and throughout it, the peace that comes from these moments of just batting gently in the scope of it all seem to be the real seeds from which true kensho comes and suddenly i realize this writing and honestly maybe its worth the ridiculousness of the universe at large, where suddenly you see at last that true friend there, that old feeling, i can't explain it but its like a fire. THE FIRE OF LOVE!
it burns and its like, maybe its all a ritual or something and the plot has just totally been lost over time but then you would suppose that would probably be the point, like drum n bass music, I think, thats really something and its different, its more like a meditation, the whole experience of music is amazing, when you realize its just yourself, or in my case would it be true to assume that, just being alone, its kind of like, old ways, music, and songs.
and the places it can take you, the general feeling of it, I found that it translated into other things, more of a sequence, I guess, leading to moments where it just breaks down, and I was like wow, thats pretty much the way I view life, and its as simple as that its a drum pattern, thats what it comes down to, and that amazing but also, maybe its different we all have our own ways of approaching it, and sometimes we are in completely different realms, so really its like neither way is true how could any of this grasp the wholeness of what could never be said?

[willow_wisp]

and what is patriarchy even? its kind of unreal seeming, like it comes from something else, not real, like why did I end up here, it is a long walk to anywhere, thats good, just drifting off, what does it mean, who is saying this, is it simply fate? I highly doubt that, suspicious, so the banging, is it all supposed to mean something, to trigger something, sometimes I've been walking and theres wierd clapping, theres signs all over the street, what exactly is going on out there, i have no idea, and you begin to reckon maybe what they've all been simply hiding in some kind of attempt to do something, but what does it even matter, i mean i am a man myself, i guess, i wouldn't really say that, i have a penis but i've always had the mind of a woman, but i mean its kind of just there, coming out sometimes, because of just the way which is like a tide,the universal mind i guess is what i mean and like one mind, a leaf as myself on that tide, for sure sometimes, you find the place of which there are billions and every spot is really a place and you see, and it doesn't matter because its yourself rushing against yourself, and yeah... i mean i would reckon its a wierd kind of existence myself, just appearing suddenly, among all this which is dances, signals and stuff, the schizophrenia is like I have no idea what thats supposed to be, or just something so ridiculous because you bring that up in your mind and its just there, like when you out among nature, the things that happen around you its like a dream, because its so inconcievable from here, but I think about how it used to be, really its just this place that I live geographically, which makes things appear a certain way, when if i was somewhere else it reflects back so much clearer, but i mean it occured to me and it started to come back, no i'm just here, and i guess i've become a witch of some kind, i think thats funny, life is interesting, just on the first breaking of the moment passing around the pine needles from the branch over the record player i enjoy looking out and wondering and feeling what i feel in the end its ridiculous its a distraction but everything is the self, as a journey into self and all there is, somehow i also begin to see and wonder why im here, and how much is genuinely myself and how much comes from beyond, but i guess thats the whole thing, i'de rather be alone who could bare to put that up to the light, maybe in doing it the truth would spring up everywhere for that is truly the way it is, all of this we have been saying maybe thats just something that looks like the way it is, but could it ever really be different, even something different would have been the same, love is like that, and the way it is, the reflections and shamanism maybe, the language of the night and what is speaking to you, even deeper inside and further out

[JayS]

Interesting stuff.

[willow_wisp]

but its kind of bizarre, i think people are good i really dont understand anyone, or any issue these are just what happens to come out,
i think its funny this is happening, i'd like to return to form and roam the world once more but i'd like to avoid patriarchy as much as possible and take an ecofeminist route, i really don't even know what that means, but i trust my higher self to guide. I think this comes suprisinly close to a territory of non duality and compassion, which is frightening and lovely, i know not what i do, for i am a fool, if i'm going to follow these bigger hints, wow suddenly it all seems so recent

love, willow wisp

though i am a hero this is true, and i would like to heal the patriarchy, and reconcile the seeming opposites calling upon Goddess and God
i found a great catharsis and deeper meaning that I found before, it was a different kind of approach that seems to be so apparent

I have come from the sky, from Wanti, like all people before me, of many names.

I am a hero, at one with nature, rising from obscurity
like tiny flowers in the moss

[willow_wisp]

before i met you
i was a lot calmer
i think you are crazy
you are the one who is crazy
and whats wierd is you are the one who is like doing stuff.. but i mean thats the way its always been, the government and system has always been crazy
at least as life is told these days
and sane people with free minds, get locked away, and shunned
thats always been the way of the world no? so why is it such a suprise that things are the way they are? i suppose not, as i remember this hehe
it makes absolutely no ****ing sense
its like self hate... but self love, the love of self, and the knowledge of self, through love
its just like who is this spirit running up out of nowhere, the spirit of idiocy, that says everyone must be lower, is it natural? theres marks everywhere
i'm afraid what from, like we were meteors leaving craters on the earth
i see, the world is meant to be destroyed, we've done too much, we can't save it... i know the truth though, single handedly, the demons fell. a hero emerged, from a place familiar and new..
Nand
his chain mail, and his virtue were special
he saved it all
single handedly, with naught but stick and a roar
blessed by the Pomo, he has slain the dragon
and dispelled the curse
he saw what he must do, to go forth to the tree and fashion a pipe therein, as the spirits riled him as a child, threatening to pull him fully forth through an empty and nightmarish world of sparkling malaise, had he not grounded himself in the reagent of the spell itself, that portal from the very beginning, which called to him then sweetly... that tree house, where living the kikimari swayed peacefully watching the light break against the leaves at dawn, and smiling to herself, for there she was both of life and death, and held in no harm, within the bowl, which had itself disappeared one morning into the thick fog of nightshade and the hidden weavery of the elves
lo, like the houses and temples, how universal and sick is the tale, of the shaman, who is all, and in a frenzied spirit, does cast again the universe

and, hey, just as readily it returns, neither heralded by any reconciling understanding or reason, down to the very minds and hearts of the all the animals and people were changed

only he was constant in form as all that is beyond life and death, like the great love, which hides with bashful promise, which opens like the hearts flower, bringing boundless presence
for the lotus is the serpent, and neither are existent, on the very glow our your own eyes, they have all ran, hidden in metaphor
eyes like the rainbow and each in a different season, and a different sign, are we this lost in fate? these babblings like the brook, where also they cross, and only then did I notice the trees around, the warmth which grew and the life which played about, laughing and merging, dashing and dizzying, a million hard rains, and all of me ripples, will 'o' wisp,I come only to pray and yet loves antics sweep me like the broom i ride to sabbat, with yarmulke, and here i wait, immortal too among us the silence is a boon, this enchantment, loose time
"Nature!" I cry, spinning and pointing everywhere
"Nature!"
Revivico
Resurrection
Restora
Restorem

[willow_wisp]

for the schizophrenic, community and the magic which they foster in their hearts, which lives on, I write this and those distant cities and villages, where the spirits are alive as they once were, and all growing back I offer the Pomo and Wanti, and my trickster heart and ways, for without them what am I? But let me tell you about the craziness of schizophrenia, I am here not and my life, I have no real motivation, I feel bad but I keep my ways strong as priestess of wanti and I rock for the Earth Wanti and all the beings here and there with love, though there are images and it seems not that it all really was a delusion, I've been using cannabis as medication, sparingly and it has helped to calm things down, now voices are not so common, and I still believe in magic but its a bit different, where before I thought I was a ninja fighting someone with zen, and magic, and I defended myself, and at the end did find the source and my friend Nand healed it and broke the spell, and Nand is a knight from Wanti, the peacefulness also has to do with druidry, and keeping that way up and learning it, from the spirits, I believe when I took a leaf from a tree that the deer eat which is lemony they say see, we will not heard you, this is a true druid spirit. So I know this, the ways of the world, the healing goes out, from the drum, from all the vibration and action, across the soul it comes and it is a vibration and all things alive and an essence. Healing with that, and the medicine and its work, the work of Adawapayo when we meditate on it, and our relationship to it, and the paths of the soul.
But the fact that I can smoke weed outside my house and it can be seen as the medicinal and spiritual act that it is, finally after so many years is beautiful and a true healing, things like this really refresh your view and under the smiling moon I just sigh, life is funny how it ended up. making much movement is always strange and the spirits have a strange way of coming back at wierd times, its okay, I kind of like having them sometimes, when they aren't being negative and thats what I've been learning, the fairy magic helped me stay positive, and open to nature, the spirits, to the hidden people, and world. For the sake of art and comfortable expression much is lost. Its okay, the thing about nature is, its so thick and great, most of us, we have no idea, we come from a bit of a void, and our way is unique to us, each individual even, because all of them are universes. Just to go and feel the love and the warmth of Pomo and the trust that love begets love, itll be alright and fear goes away and it was only emptiness really a ghost and sulos is there, like everything thats every happened, these meager expressions are just minor adjustments maybe, they come from another land and the thoughts stream from them such, as is all learning, from higher planes and the thoughts, we climb up to reach them, I love getting up and living my life, I've decided to have a hermitage, for my faith is restored in the shamanic faith, and I take it up again, the mystic spirit in me, Everything is God! Shekinah, all beautiful all realized throughout this existence, all is realized, and yet, floats like water.. raining down over everything, and backwards as well. May Gretna be present for us, in that whwhich is closest rung to the simple truth, everything everywhere ceaselessly, there is no talk but talk of this, where Wanti meets Heaven, and among here, like the dawn meeting the eye such blessing and suprise where things are connected, i feel it working in my heart, who are you, God, the street, the valley, everything, the trampled grass, peeking up again now, trampled from our dance, our dance and our romance, for what else is life, and sadness happy drama too, holding together, this is my medicine my gift for loving all comes simple and is a practice, thanking all, easy to say, but its true, if there is a basic element, it is this, that says it is there, and it is good. It comes up in my head, I see people I never knew before, so sensitive now, are they mages or armidilloes, perhaps they are not such strangers. Haha, the rumblings of the east, the relaxing lesson of the west, the unity of it all for the one who walks in circles, among many, all our circles paint to God like Cezanne, brilliant thoughts, and the Goddess is the space where those thoughts occur.
Oh it is all the same, infinity! running sweet the
world dharma floating in the street, loving barefoot among the blossoms naturally, across roots sown again we are just giving back we are just holding on we are just reaching tall, fall away this emptiness, come truth love ripplesque all in truth any named anythinged, true, another cricket, what could be, manifestations the associations of everything
mentioned all came down to nothing again it wasn't happening, it stopped, died, so many times, so many, what crazy miracle, this thing life it is perhaps endless, even in death, the spirit,oh, the implications the joy, everything rings in such divine harmony, blessing to all for it seems to materialize, it is alive its God...
our entire lives, everywhere it is there, it is ourselves and the other and it is all the poeticism and feeling as well as the reason that can seem so perfect and flawless and truly is. these plants, this woods keeps me going, it has a joy and a fruit and a wisdom to it, just as spiritual as any non physical thing, it borders so perfectly on the line meeting the two, so nature is a shaman between peace oh like the blue flowers of the horizon and the hands and the drums as we burst out into the night from that old sid we used to stay in singing and living and eating how the time passed out here, its beautiful and different and the other side it seems, wandering never had no end to it, she's wise there, she's blessed both ends are one and they all knew together, each one they met themselves each one back to the essence it was all just like a great tree, this is the way of druidry, and they are singing like that so many hear, sometimes so excited almost hissing out it can be scary, but its just a matter of writing and following the path as it appears and here it is clear enough, the days, like a calendar, you wonder what it really is, just the astrology of all these things, i'm one to defy fate, and bring about a revolution of soul, the heart knows, ad it seeks, wanti grows in the way of truth which rises in everything that has every happened for all of it is you, love, back to that, and that sacrament which springs from it, it always seemed to be this way, or so is tradition that it would seem, and it times like now where the young seem so old and the old so young, or perhaps it was always that we, we have no way of knowing, sometimes I chuckle at the games our ancestors play with us, the universe, I laugh, deep down, the eternal part of me knows and is wedded to all of you, we have done this, again and again, such is our art, such is the dharma of being, and so everywhere the path is clear now, joy!