Topic: Story sake

[runningstream]

oh awareness when stopping the wind

listen for it here it comes

my 3 might turn out to be five or six as it turns out

then today that became more again


seems feather become ruffled by wind

camouflage what to do about it


peering eyes of birds watching

and how could truth offend senses if senses are what is sought


why the hidden claim another in hiding


when they create the wind then claim to another for getting there second


no thing in the pots perhaps too cold

perhaps the wrong bait


oh yes back to awareness

holding the senses

abated breath


watching waiting like the william wallace


hold hold hold



the advance of the warrior upon power



the hold pause is the power


truth is the key



place it n the lock again and again


before you know it your free



then when angels land upon the soil at foot


you be brought back to light upon own foot



there and back



i wonder a mad man laughs



sometimes i just think did that just come out ?


imagine keeping it in



the wind the wind



i paddled in it today


it was wavy today

could easily get knocked in



so balance comes into play

drag a paddle drag the other side



some times forward sometimes back



why would balance offend the senses i could not say



if the most natural thing turned out to be the truth


who would defend the lie i cannot say



my body is getting harder



only the wind will tell



if somebody would say


something i would listen



after all i hear



sometimes the wind falls deaf and the words fall


as though they get lost on the way


or they are not meant for the receiver



like where did they go



like parallel universes could,nt quite come upon notes to share

[runningstream]

so i will tell you how then

and you already know yet perhaps how much so power is in a human being you know i can only guess


fixation on the surrounding


when buddha taught no thing i wonder if what he meant was maya



a party of warriors with sufficient energy could move the assemblege point of the entire earth


how ?


collectively awareness


and whats that ?


fresh buckets of water guiding solutions


the heightened awareness alone would enter the mainstream as awareness



the collective orbits would have the ability to hold stable "systems"




the real issue here "everywhere i mean"


fixated in the problem and yet not entered a state of solution oneselves "generally population"


secondarily no one really has any inkling of the potential contained within a human being



because to sufficiently do so one has to step away from the initial shock of being human



and follow whole heartedly the threads of intent that resonate out and beyond the superficial fascia



then beginning to see that mirrored outwards growing through them



we'll have to put something in the water soon


yes yes i had the dream of the child being tortured on the phone by IS two days before



i walk in and out of scenes on earth and who is listening ?




the horizon beyond the initial sphere

[runningstream]

so choices were given and no body would take them ?

still clinging like monkeys in a barrel that would stand on the head of another to gain insight to whats outside

and all the while the situation got worse

still no body listens

every where i go the same old thing


i said it before and i'll say it again


a individual can become collective through that resonating outwards what is its entire being





the horizon that seems so far is going to clip wings




i keep seeing that as the universe testing the outer limits


a switch to the feminine divine or so sides


and the cascade being the ability to balance within such situation


we also have height and space



expansion


or division depending

[Nichi]

We're all listening, runningstream. Your stream is so unique, it's hard sometimes to catch a wave in a tangible way, but I promise you: on some level, we're all listening.

[runningstream]

i wish i could write something witty or intelligent today

thank you for listening on some level


it is generally that one would feel themselves enlightened more than another so would not listen

to another

i am guilty of it myself also



unfortunately the truth might just bang every body over the head to get an agreement


then every one will agree they have a head ache



i do not however feel enlightenment is ignorance



and omnipotence is not made of things that do not exist surely



nonsense has no place there



my truth bangs me over the head every day and sometimes night



so i just write it down


as i feel to share that magic that others might see a way too


for them selves


 

[runningstream]

…6"On what were its bases sunk? Or who laid its cornerstone, 7When the morning stars sang together And all the sons of God shouted for joy? 8"Or who enclosed the sea with doors When, bursting forth, it went out from the womb;…
Cross References
Genesis 1:16
God made two great lights--the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars.

Job 1:6
One day the angels came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan also came with them.

[runningstream]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omnipotence

[runningstream]

and it was the corner stone that the builders threw away


how would it turn out if every thing said was true


it was of course the interpretation that needed to be righted

and the symbols what if they were accurate yet needing understanding yet none would come unless it was stood upon what was understood



like the bride groom to the bride coming anew


what to do


sleep fills my eyes yet its all around me

i twinkle them yet not understanding the power that lies in the flocus


i try to fight back the sleep and to awaken into the light


although i am already there


responding to my skin everything wanted to interact


like a extroverted woman or an introverted man


or vice versa


i poke her to see what she responds


she says many things



i tell her the chicken pie is delicious and they are good cooks


she tells me to watch out



she tells me about dinosaurs and water holes


large bones holding open doors from times past




i think i will do some work


we speak of the army



she speaks of decades before



i wander and i wander in and out



so so many birds



i watch the white swooping one come down upon the small black duck like ones



each time they bob their heads under water and each time the ducks flie after it


as thought ot defend its young



and then it flies again yet to swift perhaps it is a swift




the red claw eat boiled potatoes or whatever you have


the ducks in their thousands



kayaking on the water really is the way to travel



where no body goes peaceful waters


i watched a girl pull a fish from the bank



i watch turtles splash in from fallen trees as i pass towards them



even platypus a glimpse on their way




the new heaven ascended on really just a blink of the eye

[runningstream]

pipes blocked personal hells

going through

chicken soup two chickens i bring them food

and i do not know where they went today there were there yesterday


i went to leave them some food


and bucket of water wandering around in the bush had they wandered far

or had they been left to fend


perhaps those warrior chickens would make their way through the fence and back to an old place or some place new


more intricacies


like what was it again waking awareness memory untill i stry and stamp on it to get it into view

untill then the view is flowing memory of awareness continues


foot stomps to grasp in terms and its gone again


like now


when i was a martyr and drank the world


when it flowed down and up my spine


in and out


power ? pain



power? i tell the old woman to flower off when the night sky passes across

power ? its the new dream


the duality is the old way from the old times from the old ones


where they need black and white to paint a picture to argue against each others point



the water paints a continuous motion


pointing at objects asx they float by



the dream of two comes and goes



if the mother is'nt cared for or the father is not heard to speak



and they took such a long time to pass by in the sky


one could be left waiting ? or was it my imagination

or was it my imagination ?



it was both my imagination


so i told that old woman to flower off


yet she would never hear of it


stubborness and aloneness


overly masculined self sufficiency



sharing ? i wan't to share



power? i piss on it for its tug



my language mirrors outwards what was inwardly dealt


yet i walked from it for the new




the damage to the eggs shell


wandering in and out



seeing i can see them coming now



doing i can deal this hand next time



walking what was meant to see



awareness proceeding from what was in the dream to something new



strength ? power is not the same when it is ones own reflection seeking relevance


when delivery of hand is given by awareness of whats outside shell




words? fail me when action is not taken


drawing out drawing in


being drawn ?  drawing and being drawn


by listening



to stand up and walk


whats old and whats new




over the crevass somewhere the hand dealt requires much maintenance




when i drank the world

[runningstream]

slept like a tractor

that woke me up

some wind was hanging around whispering unrest

dreaming of some peope again

last time i teleported to their country only to find i was some kind of monkey

the relevance was the man showing me properties which were run down and left devalued



i was wondering if i borrowed some money from a country and had it put in my bank



then payed the money straight back from my bank


into their account


i would have fees and exchange rates



for instance i could take 100 dollars us from a country with a dollar value of 1.40$

and pay it back at a rate of 70c.



when i placed the 100 dollar converted from my bank although i had not spent it


i would then owe 200 $ ? plus fees !



now there an oxy moron sitting here in a chair


and the oxy been sucked out of the moron


i am not a moron



what a financially runied diversion no doubt



where is this funnel taking us such a big deal




i went back and the chickens were there again



apparently they survive quite well by forraging i hear


if only to find where the girls keep the eggs and



as the man said


if you've got an egg you've got a meal



i am not really counting on the governments to let me have my financial egg

so later i better get my present in order

[runningstream]

i woke up and turned the tractor off

seemed to be some kind of hay fever

i cannot keep the tablets though sensitive body



we have ideas


last night i watched the bats sometimes such fantastic things seen


they somehow swoop in the dark

are manage to locate small fingerlings "fish"


the bats are not those large fruit types


they are only wing tip to tip as wide as a hands span



the blue forraging bird gets the apple cores and i offer it the chicken soup remainders




the people are kind



the weather mild



i wear a hoodie to excercise



i expect something must happen soon



work



i catch four fish yet no redclaw



i let them go



i paddle around the place and i will paddle away at a minutes notice



i really am a child written in a story book

[runningstream]

don't be afraid


i saw somebody come in the room

take a picture i smile no i am just joking

you are very welcome


i know you i know you


yes i know its strange


and i like to be a little off beat


cos i am counting on the beats


what matters stirring inside


is this mischevious child that is out there getting into everything


i speak to a man about things


he is old and i am not so



imaginations


i tell him its about not forgetting how to be alive


he agrees


i just smile at him and his wife every time


they bound and i bound


after all we dont want to get boxed in

[runningstream]

i watched the man take us on a jittery journey to see anjenaya's birth place

on his phone

and it did give me a jittery feeling in my itchy belly

but it was'nt the camera action i don't believe so much


making the impossible possible


sounds very likely






not just possible



so following trails


signs written in the air in the water and proceeding from fire even


floating mountains almost you could say


visions that are on the earth



also




about the places


i see a valley myself in what i would call heaven here


as i look upon it all i feel settled and excited


yet i knew it existed where i found it on some sense



the smooth rocks are enormous and fill the bed

holes settled in them perhaps where stones once rattled inside them to depths



heaven i gasp



or "home"




peering i bend to see the fine dusts between crevasses


and settled sifted by natural movement

no doubt will show up gold



left wondering about a stranger i saw



why did tongues not wag when eyes met





i have discovered the existence of "snack maps"



i will try to retrieve them now 

[runningstream]

this appears a good place to begin http://www.survival.org.au/bushfood_weeds.php

[runningstream]

of course speaking of Major Les Hiddins and the Australian army specifically

in the 80's

designing "snack maps" for defense personel relevant to the areas inhabited

and his travelling and visiting with residents of native tribes to gather information on hundreds of different varieties of foods

throughout Australia