Restless Soma
Old World (public) => Poems => Topic started by: runningstream on February 17, 2020, 07:34:39 AM
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I started reading Castenada books probably around the age of 15 was it ?
I feel his most valuable information was about the path becoming a romantic affair.
Whilst a lot of energy was wasted on seeking friendship with others who had no real interest or capability of sustained romance with their path.
After a book or two , the romance diverged.
Curiousity expanded into volumes and dream explorations .
I used to ask relatively mundane folks with no such knowledge , about how things like astral projection happened to me.
They didn't know anything about it and I can only guess how strange I seemed to them.
Speaking of floating around town.
Nothing really changed in that sense.
The expanded knowledge those I tried to communicate with gave auras of untouchableness to superiority of view.
As I grew. I stopped asking as.they really didn't listen anyway.
Abhorrent sorcerers became from words and directions , those who liked for those askers to be retardedly patient while they dished out slowly , faded away in stature.
Talking at me , about me , I talked past them and their ignorance and stupidity. Skimming advancingly.
I suppose what I'm saying about the intricacies of detail perceived by dreamers at a point in their romance. Was it consumed unchecked , and became what it seemed.
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There was a book , called brave new world by Aldous Huxley , funny how things carry on.
I ended up with a drum teacher named Aldous at one time .
The first teacher would leave the page open , on 4/4 time , x and p , d and o . you know.
Whilst he wandered around and served customers .
A stasis happened , there was a bridge between the simplistic self serving timing of the first , to Aldous' style , with the rack with all those objects skillfully orchestrated like the cowbell and the hand forged China crash.
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At this point in time , much of Aldous' so called fiction became .
The angry divided people defended and cheered as liberties were taken away and replaced.
Its as though the archetypal scripts were actually produced to give warning in many cases to a point.
Substitutes were swapped , like fear for liberty , safety for control , so on and so on ..........
After all , how can timing produce such states out of harmony to seem as though ?
There is nothing unsuspectingly beneath which is not what is produced , except for that which one should not be supposed to know ?
Emotionally triggered directions ,
You may remember in castenadas beginning , a search for power .
There was a choice within the first steps asking to pursue ,
A decision , something ultimately deceptive.
A step that would later need retrieving. A dreamer . a dreamer needed retrieving.
We have to understand , these are inherent phenomenon which have then been attempted to be replicated ,
Which after being pulled apart are asked to then reemerge again complete !
How foolish for following a fool who has become lost.
Sure there's nuggets there , what has been gained and what has been lost.
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I did not go and find the world that felt homely , I went and built it.
Because it was not retarded , stagnant , divided , or lost.
It is hidden waiting in the forest as a light which grows inside , so it is revealed.
That the people sleep , control , try to imagine leaving to the place , while around them is what is within them,
That in searching or more properly 'leaving' to look ,
The introverted needs to speak , while the extroverted tries to drown those out.
Let those introverted speak their quiet voices loudly .
Wonder why those loud with the most misleading and least to say should hush .
That they try to control , to replace sovereignty with another sound.
How can I speak to one who believes life is something to be avoided.
So much fruit everyday , more than they can imagine or see.
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Anyway,
A small amount more time , then I shall find what I left within the wilderness.
Do not expect the intentions of others to not bless.
Thinking that they instead hunt blindly ,
Do not speak blindness stupidly to the awake because of solidified path , instead ask !
Where that light grows , all of those I see do not speak with forked tongue.
They are clean ,
It takes some time for it to seep in , at first the mind tries to panic , looks for an escape.
Easily we do wha t you ask , yet the horse before the Cart !
If only those who explained could see .
I am not the consequence of your imagined afflictions through denying the medicine you shall not force .
The mind , relaxes , perhaps beyond a week .
Two things , comfort and security.
Being responsible for your own survival a truly shrinking thought , yet expanding feeling.
When returning , listening in rooms , small things , like a dog that passes through a fence , and then again awake.
The hunters would see their prey.
Small things, like witnessing events , falling asleep being more awake.
Its a detour , gathering these seen . the wild calls , it is getting stronger ,
Preparations being made , like seasons