Instant Satori, guaranteed, just read it through, three times, while singing prayers in private ...
tried to make it easy, and even billionaires can do it if they are wise ...
Zydeco Dragons ... our real evolutionary history ~~~
only viable when read aloud, with some music in the background
bones are not flesh, or movement or evidence of anything about
the nature of the Consciousness which lived then ...
in the way back long ago when before ...
Sure, layers, all the way back to atoms ... but did you fail to ask the great “what-if” ... hidden in all the math: rhythm, symmetry, with a dose of incautiousness, we have carbon (form) dancing with oxygen (fire), ... then there is hydrogen, kind of in-between carbon (form) and oxygen (the formed) lies hydrogen (the forming process). - life/air/water elemental processes even to the smallest levels
until Altered-Carbon comes along (()= https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhFM8akm9a4 })], but that gets ahead of our story ...
geometric laws of light weave color in space, allowing
all form to turn inside out, and outside in,
at whim and upon divine
provocation.
why do we not wonder about the Eros movements of projective/synthetic/geometry?
generation through exotic and sensual form changes
take the above image inside, and practice visualizing it fucking itself,
two central points move through the space of the whole/hole,
pulling that rest through with it in topological magic
If you can, while reading this get your smart-whats-it to cough up some Zydeco/Cajun mood music ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjj9FrmGRBM goths dancing to zydeco
Life=Live -d ~!~!~! - Danced in the Beginning, and is still dancing. Never been still ever ... Modern scientific theory too much carbon (theoretical form), over substance (too little hydrogen-fire-passion for the truth, and not enough oxygen-intelligence&wisdom).
What?Want To Be Sure - just take a deep breath - take in the oxygen&nitrogen, give back the carbon-dioxide , your avatar body knows - tap the feet, .... that’s it ... four elements dancing/Zydeco ...
Cosmic Fire H: hydrogen Saturn~Fire~will~Emanation
Cosmic Life O: oxygen Sun ~Air~intellect~Creation~
Cosmic Form C: carbon Moon~Water~feeling~Formation
Cosmic Mobility N: nitrogen!Earth!consciousness!Existence!
For details, get and read this book of how properly understanding what "chemistry" teaches makes for wonders: The Nature of Substance
the Gospel of Matter
tragicallty, the essential book is out of print and expensive ... way to go anthroposophical society!!!
the Gospel of Human Form
Amazon wants 100's of dollarsalthough libraries seem to have it
hot damn for a hootenanny, carnival, groundhog~day~time in which to whateverthefuck, ...
maybe not in your day, outside in speech, but in the mind another life wanting to be lived ~!~!!~ dancing thoughts daydreaming, remembering when were were dragons zydeco dancing 0R dinosaurs swimming in geometric waters ...
underground & lost to singularity-of-thought, in bondage to/by the tale of something from nothing whose vain Temple is in Cern,
not to Far From Where Realty and Truth also made a Temple in Dornach.
There was a Big Bang, with the Father screwing/impregnating the Mother, both gleefully surrendering simultaneously, for One~1 always only can be, if Two~2 is there as well, such that the combine =( the result of the actual ComicCosmic Big Fuck, ... the result is 3 Father&Mother&Son
Folks not quite ready to meditate of/inn/on the fundamental nature of Number ... scientific materialism having reached a dead end at the limits of untrained&undisciplined Imagination ... projective geometry yoga-stretches the mind: point/line/plane becomes everything ...
and gosh&bother: for balance three~3 must be ... for the miracle of the ONE ... the Creation is not an explosion, but rather only an appearance of someone from no-one, into the One~~and the~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! brightly dancing still ... Many, ... birthing light and life, shattering the What was into the What Is, forever, one day at a time ....
Want to wrestle stuff into form with mathematical symbolisms??????????? Start with Thomas Taylor's: The Theoretic Arithmetic of the Pythagoreans.
then go to Dornach, at least in books ....
music knows/knowing/singing/dancing ~!~ ~!~ singularities together ~!~!~ ceremony
a little every day if you can, in the mind only if this must be ... the hardest roads are when we are alone, with only air to breath, and life to feel .... dirt was my bed last night, and rock was my pillow ...
Mother’s avatar body - the living Earth Being Planet Evolution fully conscious, and sending us day&night~tripping, down from our star for a temporary ride in the earlier avatar-bodies, ... our pre-human consciousness wanting ~!~ fully aware of being fire, then air, then water, last earth - aware of the elements, being a star-to-earth-drifter all of us visiting and dancing to the music > ~!~ < even in the oh so long ago when before,,, where we were Zydeco Dragons surely ...
the West is Best tho', for the dreaming/while awake - a kiva is a far better temple than Cern, or Dornach ...
Hopi were great astronomers&dreamers in the dreaming ... Navajo too, Pueblo as well, the American Southwest being both home to the oldest Ways, ... all this not to far from Alamogordo where crazy-minds blew a hole in the living substance of space, opening Gates for Wonders Beyond, some of them liars/lying ... every other possible tale but the truth ... flying saucers indeed, truly rude-boys taking advantage of a stitch in time and space ...
... everything has consciousness&will ... Stars, tin cans, rocks, plants, obviously animals and man, but when we started to imagine that the only consciousness that mattered was ours&pleasures various,
the mystery finished the process of kicking us out of the garden, By/bye/buy ...Now imagine all those folks given to us by Disney/Lucas/Spielberg et. .. .. ..>>> all those herds of ancients powers tyrannosaurus rex-dancing to the music of life, swaying, floating, swimming, for their oxygen/carbon mix was buoyant, ... the atmosphere where they lived was, shall we see/say/sea - more like seas of seed-laden-albumin ... pods of life/design seeds, themselves awake with many varied kinds of consciousness, a sea alive, thriving, ... no true death yet, the "sleeves"/avatar bodies-material, all inhabited by spirit from smallest to largest dancing to the musics multiplying ...
The 1,2,3, mode of existence, lent Earth a power - the God of Number, made mists divine: numbers&counting fascinated/enchanted/deceived the early pioneers of the scientific mind potentials ...
the geological "record" needs to be read more imaginatively - with meta (over&above&superior) physics - scientists who dare the adventure of really facing the nature and content of the own mind-soul-consciousness ... falling in love not a bad idea, which is what mostly - sometimes more buying power - draws folks to science ... ambitions to be scientific rock-stars, for we prize the intellect - but run and hide from the shaman ...
This link gives you Rupert Sheldrake's: The Science Delusion
and this one Grahman Hancock's: The War on Consciousness
both banned Ted Talks (about 18 minutes each)
birds, the old avatar bodies are, and the squirrels, we all once had been one, and thus the yearning and the woe and the loss and the grief needing party and gratitute, and maybe ceremony we arrive in a new/notyet/when/because we be now the music moment to moment breathing, knowing the secret/sacred world >inside direction< mind~!~@mind dancing
all/many a point locus for a star group that plays the earth song from beyond the beyond to where the music is born in the light between the stars/descending into matter for fun and learning and play ... life and death for a while, then later not even that, and certainly never Good&Evil in fact, but rather for the Children to be truly free of Gods&Goddesses ~!~!~!~ dancing, division of the One must be made, sensed, felt, endured, disliked, until discorporation choices made - the avatar body to dust and decay, yet not, for the send endures - sons and daughters - the many~manying ... population explosion for sure, but that comes from the stars wanting to be here for the party ....
for out of the one the many can only appear in the singular ... us/you/me/them/i ‘n I = the many, including all our relations such as stones and dreams ...
which is why we then surrender the joys of those earlier avatar bodies, who never died -
science knows but does not yet see - too many loose facts, and not enough imagination,
who were on the path for becoming , still seeking the right mix - weight/and light - still dancing ... now our friends the birds, we feed them in New England, the white/culture sliding into compost, for the next passions to act out their own singular wonders ...
while the atmosphere breathed us, until the water fell out of the sky, and we became early hominoids, gosh such voices and granial chambers for songs/singing them - eyes so wide open letting in all, joined to all, united in consciousness to all, to voice the sound of all-joined surround ... the music of the stars in every move you see a animal make, for every earth/water/carbon-oxygen/fireform that joins The Plant, the creator of more heart shaped leaves than single sands by the seas ...
Crop Circles be the Grains-star-group swooning in the slowest dance of all - Plant at groot/root creating the matter of soil, as well as consciously breathing/metering all the needed oxygen, for the physical requires burning fires to dance slow and fast, forests, deserts, and seas slow-dancing on the granite love of the Mother~may~i ...
Hurricanes, Earthquakes, Floods, Famine, Death ... the Four Horsemen Ride bybye - driven/whipped/in gilded reins, by our Mother as loving bitch’s Carriage, separating some from others for differing paths, taking many home, and on back to their star group, the dead go dancing heavenward, and those after can clean up and care for each other, or loss essence in selfishness, and heartless uncaring ...
Still the naked fact of population really a sign of so many wanting - think on it ... dream it in the dreaming as each singularity can/does, holding their own magic lantern-smart-phone-gift of the gnomes arts&crafts of forge/iron/metalmagics ... the thinker dreams a question, reigns in a thought drifting by, reduces it to words/spoken/written/shared - soon the Many dancing and Silicon Valley becomes a local party center, but everywhere in the world there are party centers - Sense8 differentiation/in wholeness, 8, written for me, a gesture of the hand that is latent with endlessness ...
Time of these NOWs butts full of choices - assholeness, and bitchness exist - they are moods of style of walk^&talking singularities, the moral music of the Age of HIM hymming His “<only the sword - no peace>”, the song the ancient voices remember ... now here ... The Day of Purification ....
more dancing to self-generate meaning ... every single action 24/7/365 - a day at a time, being also a long or short year/century is we take it slow, save agree dancing for the Mardi Gras part of the day, home along, in private dancing and praying, woe/joy singing to the all, in gratitude or anger, ...
only the disconnected singular appearing-mind dancing door closed sharing language and Ideas be real to inner observation, day-dreaming good mind~!~dancing,
seize the moments/magic, attend carefully, opportunities for beauty abound ... surrender to the fates you participating in casting, knowing the music is also the unknowing of the next moment, the more you/dance/are this one~your~are in& the more the dancing mind notices, and grows, “trees growing branches at the speed of light” ....
gnomes hold the doors and gates open to those who begin to treat all material substance as conscious&alive&willfully dancing to a chosen place: Leibniz’s Monads, the only logical choice to the observe problem of the one and the many, which even Newton wondered at looking to ancient manners magical/alchemical/philosophersstone, which is where we look and find the mirror (see recent Last Jedi art) and a well of darkness, the weight and mystery of being singular among an oberved unity, finding that the only doorway is where ... the king~dome of heaven is inside you as luke tells the tale ...
let yourself remember those former avatar bodies, and the related progeny with gratefulness, go to the ... grocery store and there be the harvest gods&goddesses made and make with the help of our arts&hands ... how is food denatured?//??????? by taking away the human hands in helping make it ...
leave the cities my children, it is the heartland that suffered/suffers the deepest woes from when you fled and left them to their old age, elders dancing to forgotten musics, get your dads and moms in clothes of yesteryear - play their music -- slight some candles, share a bit of intoxicant, ask for stories ... city folk looking for home a????? go to the source, nurture it by hand, put the love back in - go to the forest primeval, slow time dancing, bring your magic cell phone, and other amazing tools, but spread out, kick the Company folk out of your heritage ... Mom belongs to Us, not them, ... crop circles swoon dancing the language of the gnomes, PAY ATTention, Nature still very talkative, and has many kinds of worshipers ...
Inside us the Water person, the floating remembering person from the long ago when before Even timeand/orspace ... winning Oscars this season ... Zydeco Dragons ... coming back ..... inside-out take no such shit I don’t give a flying Fuck..,,,,..... in your facebook assholes!!!!!!!!!!!!
... it being then Now - No wonder we much need to get happy dancing ... if we are going to slide out of Western Civilization, and its oh so no longer workable ways of deciding stuff that effects all of us, ... all connections across cultures be blooming flowers ... can’t stop the music, ever ... so waves crash, skies fall, people fade in and out of becoming ... still, for the heart, the music ...
Women getting frisky - lots of folk been liking that coming - I’m happy to stay home and rub my Lady’s feet, although still have to work too - idle hands and all, the devil has a place, ... just ... ... well, actions have consequences in the Mothers~may~i Medicine of Tsunami-social chaos&Change ...
practicing my zen/zydeco/medicine/dances - on pages empty ... singing to the glory which are we all, from the smallest to the most limitless, mobius-strip dancing in time ...
bored, want to go to a farthest star and have a chat with someone from there ... ???????
lots of elders being ignored, and everyone who is still surviving the shit they have been through - talk about been there/done that - better Yet: What music did they dance to? Those folk also still know the practical ... think/dream the re-ruraling of America, vote with your hands .... 2018 the Year of the Women, and Mom most of all needs all our care ... Where or Where Will you lead us Ladies,
Whatever the reproductive equipment with which your avatar body was graced, your personal choices of actions defines you, so if you actually care about wreaking Trump, go visiting the elderly in the heartland, give back to the where-they-live, from which roots so many hearts spring ... as to Men - folk who thinking kicking and breaking stuff really works, --- I suggest graceful exists into retirement, with small ambitions, like actually making stuff out of all the junk and tools you collected ... beautify something, anything, it is the task of men to love the women from whom they sprang, the Goddess of Mothering, still maintains the Temple of Earth Life, but you know, the Song, certain kinds of Springs need a Strong Broomssss
Climate Change?~?~??~ ... SOMEONE is sending a message, and do not worry too much human beings, but notice your own actions - you seek tribes of shared meaning and dreaming, amongst chaos, and the worst bullies are the local bullies ... who are you going to call??? ... leave, take grandma and find some land to love with a garden ...
referencences in order of mental pressence while writing
light-artificial on desk, the forest to my left, gold lit bark/shapes dancing so slow, so so slow - for 6 years I have been listening to the songs of forest&trees ... remarkable teachers, and the best book in my library .... still - the empty page, some ganja, My Lady coming home today, after receiving a fixed/new~knee titanium&concrete replacing what ??? chronos-crete for the bone that needs to be removed, so that the more living substance, but still - cartage dancing/with/metal - whoa, promises of less pain in knee in future, by pilling up some pain now, with a dusting of oxy maybe ...
dog and I shared the house, empty, closest to wear memories lurked, ... sometimes near each other, but mostly during the day he roosted at the front of the house, where Lady rules the night, and among her smells he takes up guard duties, although, someone did get close enough to house to ring door bell ... dangerous mysterious men ??? carrying some kind of rods, well covered for the cold (it was about 20 F), wearing outside some heavy duty stripes reflective, no car in sight,
wanting to tell me some kind of story - trolling neighborhood for whose at home, and coming later, or, maybe from some dark lord who wants to steal from my magic library all the secrets there .... I interpreted him, said forcefully: You have come at a bad time, please leave” and turned and shut the door in his face, slowly, while all of us did eye-watching dancing ...
apparitions on a cold night in the snow in late January, knocking at my door doing seeking/needing/ what/which good or ill ... trust hard .... later think to move hard club-like object near to front door ~ looks like a good ~ anticipation, house is full of stuff, speaking of which time to feed the birds and the squirrels ...
