We are the Sidhe, the first people that we know of to build what is like your computers out of grass and tune into the internet with a series of rocks, vines, and resonators all occuring naturally in nature, we harness the energy of natural features and find where it invites us in and live lives many think of as elemental
in magic much like science it is the bringing together of elements, in a sacred transformational process easiest understood through the slow alchemy of the seasons, the spheres of energy, in drawing and astral sight gather around the caster, much like the base elements around the scientist, and over time through some arcane energetic process of animism in which what appears as metaphor literally takes place as physical reality in a series of jumps into other levels of consciousness and planes, only the process is usually more somatic and imaginatively based, whereas the scientist is more grounded and works directly on a physical level, in a way science could be seen as a kind of white magic which gives unto society, though in the opinion of many in the magical community, its dogma has become a bit oppressive and ignorant of the infinite power of the mind, though quantum sciences and physics are a classic crossroads where this wounded healer aspect, and inability to stray too far from prior belief systems is overcome and new paradigms are able to grow in a fertile pasture/grove/wood of the spirit, among dreams which are not distinguished from reality
in fact, it is the dreams which are the beginnings of revolutions among high vibration spheres inside of us, which come together by means of the will, and an unconscious force which some call mana or ness, which actually is the whole of what we interact with daily and live upon, the energy of everything.
if you go around the tree of life for instance to each branch continously you will learn a bit at each branch, and in your cycle eventually come to see how it all fits together, you can slowly notice which spheres are attracting you, then give attention to the quality of those spheres, not loosing oneself in appearances of angels and heavenly realms, but not shunning them or their guidance either, but knowing at the core that everything is emptiness, that wholeness is silent,
eventually it all activates itself, the mystic is able to embrace the realm of society at a point forever sanctioned, which was set apart ancientlly as the point of integration, of spirit and matter, a neutral ground, overcoming old distinctions and living in a way true to your heart, to your divine purpose, as you gravitate continously toward a non linear realization which is somehow equally present at all parts, a different kind of intuitive intelligence which has always nurtured and governed the world, this way of being and knowing is a key place where miraculous things can occur. the elements are activated in full and begin to come together, you get used to putting them together, and notice the resonances between certain combinations, and the feeling of all in harmony, then again all of them dissolve away, and they are all one, all things are one, and love shines in all of them
the reality of these energies is overwhelming not only within but also without, the beauty of the spiritual path, and the jewish tradition is its mystical aspect of the fragmented self, of the self in mystical ecstasy, which speaks even from another mouth, even within the plants themselves, and the synchronicity of random events which orbit round our perception by some intricate law of energetic attraction/repellance yet we recognize it as the self, as I am, so is the world, as the world is so am I, let us breath, let us cultivate our energies positively, and fall to no false limit, attain our ambitions, and come to rest again in blessed harmony with nature and eternity though our wonder at the divine, which is everywhere...
it is percievable as the wayless way, which takes all things and makes them wander, causer of all senseless simple actions, and life lubricating poetries, elbow grease.
the actual trappings of ego are overcome and the underlying pattern which is the fundament of the self and existence becomes apparent, alive in every tradition, non tradition, and random expression, like the Great Mother, it is known to transform to any form which it need come in, most compassionately, (be wary for sometimes She is hard to recognize, and it is only later that we know, but all is part of the plan,) for to the One who sees truly all forms are equal and immaterial, to the One who sees truly the end of suffering and key to life is in this realization, the doorway to that expansive and loving realm, from which all good things come and all lessons are taught.
let us be as impermanent as possible in our doings and impressions, let us move like the wind, be rooted but spontaneous as the mushroom, by divine blessing reaching where few can, and bringing our experiences to synthesis, as wholeness in stories, and good vibes compassion and love for all which does end suffering, which does blossom unto the world, and is our true fruit, which comes naturally in the sequence of events, which shines through the obscuring fog like a warm light and brings life and good spirits, like a sacred dance, the fairy way, which is alive in every creature, all creations which were created, all to express the various aspects of the Oneness, and which dance in dreamlike peace, avatars of the inner processes of that One and come together in the end, and beginning in Wanti!
everything is important, nothing is inconsequential, all of our wonderings and questionings are divinely inspired, follow the heart and you later shall find what was deeply individual is actually shared at a higher place, in the true home, which in the current world is near yet far, fragmented, but applying the lessons we learn and through intent and practice it comes back together again and the world is healed.
we actually become the world, return our spirits to their true home within all things, we dance our dance of ecstasy in glee and humor and array of experiences to learn, but never truly forget our home, which is our solidarity and wisdom, and comfort, which we are always connected to, by remembering and opening the pathways again, it lives again strong as ever, and comes to us, alive and free, shaking from our heads the cobwebs, instilling in us the quiet earthy blessing of the seeds and cairns, remembering us to the fascinating and divine living equation of reality.
all is one in you, deep within is the essence and source of all things, where all meets in unity.
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*jumps into other levels of consciousness and planes, usually through methods of sigilization, ritual and gnosis, but also ones much more meandering subtle and simple, sometimes imperceptible or even unintentional, anywhere that gnosis or meditation occurs (raw experience)
-------------------- May we all not take the roleplay too far, for enjoyment only, not for enslaving beings , the game can be turned off at any time.
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Ragona inhaled from the spliff on the Kyarmo mountain in Japan, and cleared her mind, the road had been long and hard, her pen was poised but the words were stuck, the creek however cascaded on, never ending, and the high reminded her of candy canes lollypops and the aurora borealis, suddenly she heard cosmic laughing, it was coming from the little flower on her right. It was orange, and there were many leaves, she did not know what kind of flower it was. "Hey...uh, You wanna pass that?" the flower asked, Sure thing, friend, Ragona said, and passed the dutch. the flower inhaled through the blossom, holding it between two leaves. "Don't see many round these parts, often," said the flower, who spoke in an amiable tone like seeds rustling in a cloth bag, or a falling leaf. "Sometimes its funny to see something moving around without any apparent root, I can't help break my meditation and burst out laughing when I see them, which isn't so often. Sometimes it gets lonely. I've seen much happen upon this mountain, grasshopper, I've seen the eternal truth here, and I have had no one to share it with, where there is truth it seems living, thinking things will avoid it without even knowing it as long as they live unless there is a miracle, so with your coming, now I am not sure whether I have lost the truth, and you are some delusionary ghost come to sweep me off into revery or whether things have really begun to change in the world, if truth grows in the natures of beings again, and the beauty and wisdom of all nature with it." Ragona just smiled and said, "I came to give Love!" for the sun had risen to its blessed point and the dew was becoming ever more ethereal in the canopy, Four dragons descended on her then and swept her away across the sky, gracefully tossing her measly body, aching from the long trail between their maternal serpentine bodies. They displayed incredibly stability mid flight. Ragona thought to herself indeed she must have become like the dew then. As she was tossed to and fro, her aching stopped and she felt weightless, one dragon carried her now, and she felt protected and invulnerable in her pouch, which was almost like a kangaroo's. The dragon was deep purple. and her scales were cold in the wind, but Ragona's warm blood emanated and spread, where it did there was a feint glow. They fly for long, and as they flew the dragons cried, they fly so fast the covered the skies many times in only a moment, and their tears were bountiful, below it seemed like the rain. Ragona was confused.
"Why are you crying, dragons, whats the deal?"
"We just have no idea whats going on anymore... We are constantly confused"
"Ragona understands the great mystery, they said, (sob) they said you would be able to heal us, give us back our (sob) peace, to remember us to our old ways, to our real purpose, so we can be (sob) happy again."
Ragona, smiled and hugged the large dragon from inside the pouch, she invoked love.
The dragon suddenly realized the truth.
Woke up in an abandoned building, the windows were shattered in many places but intact. a feeling of great ecstasy and gayness came over him then and he threw the viels from everything, from a place not upon his physical but his spiritual body, connected to all things, Jah began to grow in his vision, like the blessed mushrooms, which sprung everywhere, teaching in a secret way, truth
What am I? I do not know,
I am wormwood.
just let everything be like water. The ghosts came upon us then, in hearty and remedial humorous bouts, crossing for the widened eyes of the cow sages who sat in fractal council among the chaos which had collected among the nature. Living wildly, as cows do.
Gee, everything seems to be a cow to you, it all makes a trail, it means nothing, nothing exists, can we really deny it? Our feelings continue on, our feelings are the only truth, the first thing there, is the feeling.
We made love gayly, as we gazed into eachothers eyes that night, I remember the warmth in your hands, the way the lights were across your face, when I touched you it was like touching myself.
Was it a strange conspiracy, was the ayahuasca being used to slowly destroy places, I had no idea, really, maybe it was the wounded healer, what do we really know, what source of knowledge can we really trust? A plant growing peacefully, one with nature, anywhere, plant anywhere, let seeds fly, don't think about it, it will be okay, we can't classify it anymore, everything always changes, just as people have moved.
We can't enslave plants, they must grow free, in nature, we are all free, all eternally free, in nature, which means everything, when you talk to the plants what do they say to you?
maybe it really is a kind of magical ritual, truly cosmic in proportions, effecting the creation of worlds maybe that is why the flower laughed. The beings, the fairies, and elves, the fifth dimensional beings and beyond, are represented there, the reality, outside of our small sheltered world views, the big picture.
and elsewhere, also the soma grew, moonflowers and cannabis, all of it grew, these plant gods, who healed the people, and revealed ultimate reality, a brought consciousness back into the world of plants, and magic, and healed the spirit, and the universe.
Aer filas sau akrne, Jah, the spirit of everything, Wakan Tanka, working on us at all time, there is nothing but that, surrender to the flower of love!
Don't be fooled, because, these are not words, they are shamanic callings, something which no one quiet understands, divination, a strange magnetism,
Martin Luther King Jr. and Maria Sabina, but what about it was the esseential thing, hold love in all our doings, love purely and you are filled with God, every single living thing,, gives out a vibration we are all together, we all play purposes, we are all the revolution, the universe itself its a revolution, at this shrine of time, enveloped in the throes of our spell, sisters, we come together and we look out into the mornings, just feeling the universe, everything everything is everything else, they stand for processes in ourselves. Everything is a part of you, everything is happening for a reason, many are caught between two worlds, but they are one world, we are two but we are one spirit.
there are so many directions, we thought of them all, even thinking directions, everything made rivers and trees, everything was selfless and full, and good,
Do you remember Wanti? When I see the stars, and when I hear the planet. The magic of the Ancients is inside of us, some do it subconsciously, intuitively,
We sang a song then, Ragona and the Dragons, who didnt have names,
trees are growing, every tree in our rainbow family
we sang to get rid of the banshees and for life
lucidity and every turns out right,
the arrivers from afar, everything happens for a reason, we are all natives of the present moment. Love, this is the greatest forest because there are no boundaries, there is no division, everything is verily the tree of life, yakaw!
small antelopes hopped away with the canteloupes of life, spreading them everywhere, every bush was another universe, we made holly tea and rested there in the hill, ended up meditating for several centuries on afternoon, after a particularly good peanut butter and jelly sandly, upon concluding our practiced we were surrounded by dense forest, indeed, this was a time for dragons, and a time for dance, I talked animatedly with the trees, and often became a twig myself, floating inconspicously among the high winds which permeated the area, eventually I slipped away from my Dragon friends, though they were good spirited, very wise, but I knew my loner's heart called me away. I was after all, a humble cottage witch spreading love, endlessly. the mice showed me a hidden trail, it was deeper into the forest than I had ever gone before, what I saw there changed my life forever...
we were magical wanderers who operated in a world hidden from view of the ignorant, the peasants of each village, who were caught up in the meager dramas of their small lives, totally ignorant of the realities which slipped right under their fingers.
Our insanity was the first virtue of our culture, and it was all non linear, we had saved the world many times, and blessed be, for within and without woven was the mushroom fleece, rendered upon this planet by Upto, in a period before time. There were sacred priests among us then, though their forms were humble spry, gypsies like the rest, their spirits were old.
Materia was real, it all weaved in an out, because it was pure, the worlds the mythology which was hinted at in the most funny places, actually took us the deepest, and taught us the most, things a more serious person might disregard. Thats why I loved the hippies, and strived to learn their way, I realized it was not so different from the zen way, it was a tribal way, not so much a label but a reality, an enlightened sense of being. When my heart was scattered across the world, after my death, and I returned to everything, there was so much I was happy about, I was happy I didn't let the pressures totally distract me and let myself flow freely, I knew that the energies were used to heal worlds, somehow, they tried to make you forget subtley, but I never would, that wild way, it betrays even the letters, which encapsulate it. I sent out energies and grounded myself in the wood, it seemed that the ruined of reactors were beings constructed, some kind of magical rite, my intent was to recycle as much as possible, move the glass. and in this way ensure the prosperity of the forest. The faery protection spell was strong on the place.
Any who tried to disturb its sanctity would be magically warned by the enchantment, and then if they disregarded, turned into a plant!
-------------------- May we all not take the roleplay too far, for enjoyment only, not for enslaving beings , the game can be turned off at any time.
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