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Stranger Registered: 10/01/13 Posts: 110 Last seen: 10 years, 2 months |
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chesed( )ky
bel chayyim translation kindness for all life jewish zen poem by some lady named Karen I met a lot of awesome black people, they weren't all focused on being black, just like awakened, psychic type people, living their own styles, diversity and stuff, its not really about the media, its just about life, its kind of awkward mentioning at first, but its cool. im more realizing, the psychic stuff is kind of real, people do understand, they can communicate with you. I think posting more in this thread is probably kind of dumb.. haha.. idunno, theres some sadness on these boards but, im just all optimism, I feel the love growing so much, and it means a lot to me, that people are just doing good, theres a whole side of the world that's neither oral nor written, and yet it has a definite reality and it is preserved in a way, but I like to write about it a little bit too, its just like, not everyone is white or black, not everyone is just male or female, and you could leave behind thinking about it that way entirely. the black people, just being people, just making poetry, just living, not contributing to the image of black people, but contributing to the reality of awesome art not based on race is awesome... the whole thing about it is that, you can't focus on it as a race issue, nor can you believe that racism is really real, its just about having kind of a spiritual power I guess. to see beyond the depictions... what if I can just change it all, because everyone African American person, is growing up in a culture that celebrate the sacred use of morning glories in a sacred context, and keeping up sacred ways in a peaceful method, but also having spontaneity... I grew up and I felt like I could turn into any race, it didn't really matter, they were all really one, we are all a rainbow, and when I reached the point where I could kind of see what psychedelics were doing, it only enforced that more, I realized that people like leary etc. they weren't really white people, nor where the people like amari Baraka, gil scot heron, really black people... much like the shroomery forum itself, they were more like amalgamations of emanations of the collective consciousness organizating itself in terms of masculine and feminine, but even then It had already started to become kind of binary, but the truly awake people of all times have always known and mixed between them to form people who are more balanced... kind of in the spirit of hip hop, except using not with direct samples, just kind of stylistic influences and echoes, moreso like jazz, but beyond the pretention... like the celebrity world is kind of like that... you know? famous people are only a certain kind of depiction of things, only by shamanizing in the sense of mixing and matching them, can we find beings who are more realistic to reality, its kind of like zodiac signs you know? we I realized that it was more based on that, it all made a lot more sense to me. I realized that it didn't really matter, true spirits of people who are me, are around in so many places, just not always manifesting in overt human form, but the scene of like astral people is not a dead scene at all, the psychic scene in terms of friendship is a good place, and it does have a physical root, that's good too, its not like people are just going to let eachother be homeless because everyones psychic and no one needs to actually meet eachother physically, that would be stupid, we're not that pretentious... the mainstream tells us to go into what is almost certain destruction, similar to Krishna's urging into battle, but in reality, most conscious people are way ahead of it, and we just exist, in between the binary, in between the insensitivite graph markings, not acknowledging the grid at all, not acknowledging east or west, maybe not even acknowledging black people or white people as a race, maybe not even acknowledging Africa, just being rooted in the present, living, making it up each day, or even digging Ireland, because, I mean theres definitely black people from there. the leprachauns in many ancient irish stories were of darker complexion and also the drow elves, who obviously have a connection to the morning glory plant we aren't a bunch of hypnotized people, I understood something deep the world was trying to teach me, that was an illusion but real people, often just want to meet in spiritual form, but that's enough, through our yogas (maybe we don't all know formal yoga but through our various meditations and ways of being aware and nonlimited beings) we meet eachother and add to eachothers lives and help eachother reach what we are trying to reach, for me that's true friendship, we must have some physical friends too, also important, but, yah, this is like a whole different side of human or elven interaction that the written world has not explored nearly enough, and its important to understanding who we really are... psychic doesn't nessecarily mean you know what everyone is thinking constantly but you can come together in some good ways, it just means non materialistic, but this shouldn't be confused with ascetic. in many ways its more hedonistic, when you realize, that the commercial culture basically tries to push us into things which are ultimately fragmented. theres more holistic energies out there, like the energies of mana... its amazing the kind of things that can happen. if you just let it be the right way... we need to let new creativity flow.. the teaching of the morning glories is, its not always a physical baby, its not always a physical black person, because we as people are not like that, in reality, you might get that sometimes, but you cant be dependent on that, we are the spirits of nature, and we are always going to exist in that way, if you can translate it like this can see how the towns and cities are only enchanted depictions of the forests, that are designed for us to experience in a more intimate we, then you have a real connection to the tree of the universe... and that's how people have always been living. theres no need to learn kung fu, because there are no enemies, everyone is myself... now that my kundalini is awakened, im just enjoying life, my family has strongly emphasized that we are all peoples and all heritages, and even all species, and we are connected not by genes, but by spirit and the spirit of all things is divine and infinite... this is the hidden teaching that is at the essence of everything, I've gone through a time of sadness, but I've come out at the other end, I simply have enough, I have a small place, some modest meditation, lots of seeds to plant, lots of stuff to read and draw and write, and its just awesome... this is not government, im not sure what this is... the stereotypes are so dead... theres some people who love to keep them up, but that's beautiful in its own right, everyone does what they want, no one needs to be a certain way... in the world of the elves, black people living in forests, with others, people living together or apart, not being oppressed, just living... not really operating based on money, but based on magical energies... mana, in whatever context you want to take it, and creating our own stories, the universe is not too slow for us, its a beautiful place of art, the darkness is just like a creative metaphor, when you leave behind its supposed ways its supposed to go, and just let it be, what it becomes, some amazing things start happening... just like kundalini didn't only want to be depicted as snake/serpent, the darkness was trying to be so cool things... like black celtic people, in the good way, and just like nice people, and also different qualities in music and life that are hard to explain, its a whole nother aspect that I have yet to fully explore because I have never taken the time to develop it strongly in the rooted form of writing, only mostly through dreams and a weird kind of knowing, but theres no reason to hide it, but also no reason to feel forced to go to it unnaturally, theres religions and things that are new, think about yoism, and wantism, and drewism, and druidism... theres ways people may try to get you to be, but that has nothing to do with the way we are. smart people avoid the trances, in the end it comes together in some kind of funny ways, it does resemble hip hop a bit, because its free association, like a bunch of hippies making up a story each person making a line of something, where anyone can say anything, that kind of energy of people creating together is awesome... I think the world around me largely, misunderstands me, but I refuse to think that im speaking for black people, im just speaking as a being, adding a new artistic effect to the world, helping with the shadows, bolding the lines, and in this way giving things real passion, and fullness that they need to be truly satisfying, until then, it was only half of what it was... so its like, that's there, the Goddess has manifested this, and the peace is real... this is not afrocentric, its just aura cleanse from the stereotypes... the newness of it, of its unformedness is really cool... its noncommercial, its a lot like the mushrooms in the way, or like weird flowers, talking flowers, talking about things, walking through these flowers, I think about life, but the flowers, are life, this whole trip has been fractal, and if healing is that easy, then I understand why it happened in this way... true communication is open. idunno, it is what it is... kindness to all beings. im not speaking in terms of brothers, or sisters, im speaking in terms of just relaxedness.. no body is forced to do anything, everyone does whats fair, no one needs to be exploited... no one needs to be living in a museum. these things are obvious... black people have been living in the suburbs for a while, doing shrooms and contributing to the world in good ways, we're not all just trying to follow what mom and dad want, punk exists for us just as much as anyone else... its just interesting for me to see that, from a non genetic point of view, just a spiritual point of view. such is tao... flower power -------------------- 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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I also met lots of Mexican, Lebanese, Singapore, and French people, they are nice.
they were using rice and tree sap to attain entheogenic states, we learned much from them, trading our cultural secrets, through kabbalistic meditations, and finally deciding to toss rice into an open parking lot, this rice was then slowly eaten, mostly by birds, several squirrels also ate it, they then offered their wisdoms as to how to make a special kind of pizza which causes world peace. we baked that pizza, nothings been the same sense. thank you. the lawn grass organized into ritualistic clumps but the chaos broke too soon, over the horizons, seven eggs reached a breaking point, from them came small chickens, this was no small cow debacle breaking away vomit chunks in the middle morning, as some had recognized before. this was the metaphorical warmth of the love of the ages, which had been manifested by the lucid believers in individuality and difference, something ripped in the fabric of the old world, and cool things came through, I was still using the internet a lot in those times, but my friends were not internet people, they were the Oaokedin, people living in circles throughout the forest. in the morning the leaves would fall, like light feathered foot prints of the stars, flying squirrels, in a sea of change. my hands wrapped loosely around the potato, and Narmke whispers to the wind. we kept walking, the grid of the system falling from us more and more unraveling, like the sweater of the weezer song... lameness ending... we'de paid the dues... we'de gotten beyond that... we'de past all the tests, now what was there? all there is, perhaps is communication, in the world of stories once more, we'de passed through the rave portal, but something was different now. we didn't fall victim to the trances, we were too conscious, we felt the culture, every expression that before had isolated themselves, and held back, now came together, wisdom from across many places, coming together working together, tribes of hip hop, native tongues, forests of onion grass, sitting, waiting, no monopoly on inspiration, I follow no teaching, no discipline, untrackable, unknowable, I am the sage, dwelling in zazen... as daisies sprout up as well, confusion within the seasons, is love, walking down the street, I invite everyone I meet, and their points of view, its my arms, because I just feel it right now. maybe its stupid to set myself up here, but why should I really care, sometimes, you just aren't strategizing about everything. like so much seaweed, moving across my body, nothing really meant anything anymore, it was all too intentional, it needed a break, I posted things in the work section, I shunned order, and thus I was destroyed, in the other world I met many friends, the holocaust could never destroy us, we would always return, more hippiesh. the sun would always smile, the bugs would always sing, and I would always remember, wolfie sitting there, with the guitar, strung like a marmuk, laughing at the silly aspects of the idea that now because we were only the world was going to follow us... we were going to start organizing governments, and controlling things, the thing was, no one wanted to do it in these times, everyone was too cool, so no one ruled... there were stressed out people here and there and they had their illusions of control, but ultimately, there was just the karma that we had. I reached into my pocket and hugged the wad of herb that resided there, it made me feel happy somehow. the world had entered a strange kind of aspect, but I knew it was good, it was all okay, it was all liberated. I had liberated the whole thing, just by meditating on it. the zen practice still existed, and we walked over the fields of tiger lilies, again and again, and no tree fell, and if it did, the seeds also came up, so many seeds, along that trail, it all wanted to be written about, to be taken seriously, but we hijacked it for the fantasy worlds, the faces in the trees were faces we knew, but even beyond those, there were the chaoses we could never recognize, in nature, the wildness, buttercups and blossoms, a dress woven from dirty reeds, and samosas that smells like sunshine. there were many enlightened nights, on those branches, of those pine trees, as they spoke their brilliance, showing the powers of resurrection and truth, passing on the teaching of the Earth. No one had to die, no one art had to be destroyed... it started like a slow rolling dust ball, then it gathered the grass, and the snow, and the mana, in everything, and it was there again, and I cried to see it there. different now, slightly, but there, a ball, of life, flaming, in many colors, which I wont specifiy, in the Hebrew letters... or something, generally mystically looking, and it spoke to me across the expanse in that dream world, where I picked up the hemp seeds, and tried to gather them, but there were always more, and where the everquest went on forever, but everyone was in a state of peace, but things still happened. the magic returned... few were able to understand it, even the ones who helped me to bring it about, helped us, diena and sunshine, around in tye die and rags, singing to the sun and moon, the shadows meaning letters changing all the time, high noon stone of rhine, and Karen, laying in a field, dreams of sexual peace, throwing away all therapy, throwing away all rituals... throwing away all expirements, the weird attempts at shepherding us around, of the culture which tried to preserve its animalistic dominance but the rest of the world just laughed, the dogs laughed, the cats laughed, the elves laughed, the people laughed, no one understood it, but it was magic made to hippify! ancient scene of revolution distilled to a simple point of peace, the most relaxed on contributions to the least. we waited there meditating, bowls filling with what they could, thankful for the smalltime movie effects, but living in something different, its true, they activated the hacks in our lives, it wasn't really fair, no, but it happened. we didn't ask for it to, but it happened. would unbinding from it destroy us? we were just hippie children, trying to make amense in a world needing the love, huzzah, question the marmuo, for these days the Yomo is with us still, no one controls anything, everyone can only take peace, writing our books of the world. the peace is easy to maintain. rejecting the folly of the missionaries, holding fast to our love our passion our arts our originality. there wasn't a strategy anymore, there wasn't gaining or losing. there was only the brilliance of the poetry, that had yet to wax, divine love, only waiting to begin, flowing through everything, like sandwiches made of rivers, we we're there to follow the guides we were there to be ourselves, I got naked, but Ielo didn't, but he still laughed when the mushroom song played, the compassion of the saints dwelling where they do, still just morning... just writing, my vishuddhi chakra, saying something, but not playing the game of traditional yoga either, or really trying to teach, just being who I am... I was never wrapped into any of the games that were played. I just sat and meditated. my energy wasn't scattered, it actually started to all come back together again, instead of separating out, I don't know quite what sparked the change, maybe it was the way, we came to the herbs this time, when it came around we were ready, we gave much thanks, we remember it since the beginning, those first days, we saw how it was all a meditation on that, we thanked eli, that punk, and Rachel who first talked about it, and nick, and eric, and brian, and just the moments sitting there lighting up for the first time, in the dark room, and meditating. the amazing dreams that came out and still do. the amazing healing. among our friends, not many fully understood, or at least were able to honor it in the way we thought was ideal, kind of a true meditation, it was loser, but it was still sacred, among that chaos, and the trees and stump that we snuck out to to blaze up there was wisdom though were were as laughing shamans, neither fully holy nor profane, yet with the true divine balance in us, just in good spirits... talking about everything, what makes energy like that? those times of true peace, nothing really exists, I see my friends, and even new people, random people. Suzanne, and gary, and Selam, peace and love to all them, as the branches make nothing but endless y's... perhaps they were going to try to say it was too jovial, but no, there was something beautiful among it, balanced so deep right there. in the town of Rockville, meditating, indie rock, and tammy, and the Goddess, and walking through the trees, just thinking of God, not the God of the Torah, but just the God of good, not too much logic, love is the highest intelligence, and I thought about that, and made a spiral to remember it, and that was enough, the forest spirit opened up and it said, lo, ye have understood friend blessed be the right proportion comes it is not dead... they all knew you would come to this point, and make the spiral, not the moving one, just one, sitting there. that is the ancient way, beyond all directions, that you will never go down, a path of sadness, self perpetuating. what it is is a chakra, of my love, becoming one with me, spreading the synchronicity of good, even here, where they said nothing would grow, it didn't matter, the good vibes found us, in a different town, the town of Pond, where seashells and peace were, and where the river sang, the river Spokane, that creek of peace, good to sit and meditate. they weren't hacks after all, it was a real kind of medicine, a real kind of healing we were doing, mystical kind of... it was taking the curse of the Zionism away, and bringing back the conversations with God... ode to the 90s, ode to karens crystals, ode to the sane people, our night of the werewolf ended. so much raving, but we had grown even despite, becoming simpler in some ways, despite, the unconscious which we eventually were able to unbind from again, the machine let us out, and the archons dispelled the sacrifices... returning back to modern ways living in America, after the hippie revolution truly a fair place, a place of yoga, and a place of spirit growth, we all had our own ways, our own faiths, I found mine... and that changed me forever, but we came back to the world of the universal, older, and its smells and its wisdoms told us it was back, this planet earth, and here were shylock and oleander had danced forever, nothing was really lost, our spirits weren't gone, it was stronger... I looked at my hands and was enlightened, just the fullness of sensations in every direction, everyone had literally had sex with eachother, and they were just hiding it, but even that was okay, the world, is beautiful, God is holy still too kind to let people be hypnotized, there is no villain.... we woke up, we let the stories sing out... the heart, Aolan, just places, where stories like this had begun, between the dualities, places, they tried to say didn't exist, but of course they always did, and without much hiding, but they never really sold out, now from this great tree, from these mushrooms, we have not been destroyed, this is not a place of voodoo and madness Goddess removes that... it just wasn't good enough art... peeling away, a false exterior, as our inner souls mix, even more... what is this rainbow mix... that heals the soul, this is the lsd, literally the letters, that appear at the screen, this is the rave, but don't be mistaken for the trance, this is full consciousness, the Japanese kanji, the letters of wanti, of the letters of anything, appearing there a mushroom in peace... no two are the same... the lsd is just the stories that are good. there were even dwarves and llamas, there were even Dryads and moonbeams, there were even white oaks and black eyed susans, there was the most beautiful break from mathematically hell, i'de ever seen... escape from the battle of good and evil into the world of neutrality, the middle way, this is that word, sigil, and some people really do know. When I think about Anna, I like how she is cool. she is trippy, like a true planeswalker. periodically, the whole thing has to be recreated. it struggled for a while, but it came through, we battled chromos, and defeated, we left with the Good, the forest was protected, and I guess we were legends but not really, only in the sense of indieness. the warmth of the indie people... it was just straight up American, but it was similar to many other stories liberation from unfair ways, liberation from stories of too much violence, and drama, if Bilbo had just been a writer,himself he could have avoided the whole drama maybe , but luckily, I was a writer, not a programmer. of a movement that was much before me, I was the acid, my friend was the bass, maybe we were a little bit fancy, but nothing was wrong with that, its how the spirit dubbed that it should be. but really we just pray for good health, for good art, not too be too bogged down by rituals. we give thanks for the equinox that brought us together, and to Dana, the lady of the hills, and the mysterious ecstasy of peace, the amount of good has no end, as long as you stay true to yourself. it was Dana, she was divine, once worshipped as a Goddess, she didn't say she was though, only divine like all life. she had always been there too, waiting for a story, offering the creative world peace, I'de gone around the thingy once, doing the mystical dance, and everyone was on drugs, and I got time to slow down and help their addictions end. They actually did end, because of Dana... Dana is giving, because of giving in the right ways, and not the wrong... because real growth was able to happen, write your own karma, instead of depending on an over simplified story. this was a real an intense part of the planet, it was beyond everquest but it was kind of based in that, but it wasn't violent, it was just incredibly, healing, I was now ready, this was part of the kabbalah. Just in that, in Dana, I was joined with the others, who had come on a similar journey, and it was beyond any compass direction, those didn't matter, we now had a way that was rooted enough but it allowed us to communicate back. isn't that health? dana is multicultural, its different, even pretending to be a program, but its not, its the tribe happening in a modern world... this is true music of the soul, of pure vibrations, it changes everything, allows a bit more good to come in, and this is only the second step. the spiritual path is not laid out totally easy for everyone but it is there to anyone who earnestly has good morality, and a want to help all beings. you will realize everyone around you is meditation, and everything... everyone knew. we are just priestesses, monks, in meditation, doing our healing work, not totally formal, spontaneous, never being totally a plan... never going exactly with the books. always an element of chaos evolution and growth, of the kundalini... we are the wantimon, and we sit now with our friend, dana, beautiful spirit... wanti sparking the ness wisdom, peace, this is like how we dreamed, its like van gogh this is that peace... its just the universe, and you can go anywhere... that was a real fairy dance... everyone changed colors a lot, and even into animals, so good to just be free. that what God is about, everyone just be themselves, express in your own way, in new ways, you can be heard, if you want to add more good to the world, let yourself be heard. the Choctaw, the Chickasaw and the Cherokee, kuan shi yin Buddha its all just mana and meditation... it wasn't even over mothered... it was nice to see everyone, like together spiritually, not acting like things were separate, or like bad was happening. I just hear these voices of them, and sometimes they are angry for no reason, I usually ignore that, but sometimes they are nice, I guess I am much the same too. they helped me understand I didn't have to be rastafari... Dana didn't want to invade anything, so she told us about Nyame instead... that Is that warmth, I realized, these were all people that I knew good people, but people, the divine, they knew in its ultimate state had to name, just formlessness, you could say Goddess or God, or anything we saw them in their divine state, and they saw me in mine.. and so D became a Goddess too, kind of, but of course not the ultimate, just in Olympia... which enabled me to get good dental care, which was useful, because yeah, I try to brush my teeth at least twice daily, and do the olive/canola oil swishing technique. then theres Inanna and Dinanna, they bought me dinner... this is like, just our relationship... that is all.. trying to keep it sacred, fo sho love and fairness to all beings. so much respect entheogens, they do take time, they take devotion meditation attention and creativity, but they heal so much, in combination with a passionate spirit. so, I think I love anna, but its like in a special way... ![]() we understand eachother, because we're both everything hehehehehe and it must be good, because like, it stopped the bad addictions, at least, somehow we knew it did... that's what *they* said... THEY, it caused them to believe enough in something different and original but old enough to make them able to stop, by letting the world be interesting enough and not scheduled or programmed anymore, but actually, free life.. we know nothing.. dancing is awesome, im just gonna say, we are like gods of LOVE...-.ya dood we're like Gods of Peace, this is my first Olympian style relationship... I FEEL MATORE )) kikinininineokoke deliciosio-muahahahah aha ahahahaha hehehehaha mystical love... we're wolves? Edited by Yesod (11/20/13 11:20 AM)
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thank you, universe, thanks USA, and everywhere, happy thanksgiving shroomerites
-------------------- 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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horrid asshole Registered: 02/11/04 Posts: 81,741 Loc: Fractallife's gy Last seen: 7 years, 7 months |
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Happy Thanksgiving to you as well and no, I didn't read any of that except the last post.
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