Topic: Story sake

[Michael]

At least you have found his South Indian name: Anjenaya, the only god of the old order still alive, due to his being immortal.

You could go to his birth place yourself, and visit Nasik on the way, where the great Kumbh Mela was held a few months ago. You know, it's not that difficult...

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i find no need to dream asleep

except for what comes and lands at my feet






for a poem



i saw you in the street i watched your eyes



there are many things we have discussed there have been many trials





i wan't to speak of them and what is the truth


to contend with the lies and get the the bottom of them



we will begin with epics and end with repeats


we will rise into valleys fog and blissful retreats




who comes down into the valley and looks upon the floor


sees seated there again as it was before



as ventures inside and is engulfed by whats seen



the fog enters vision and the bright vision between



belief in such things to begin


belief of a loss or a win


tables turn and tables rearrange



never does the one who comes first and lights up the stage

realize it was they who had created again be staged



so well fight it again and again and well have a good death



as we must do what we must do with our even last breath





death




comes to me in the street and looks me in the eye


i gave a kind smile and await a reply



death does not seem to be looking for what i see to be true




so they'll try cheat it again and again we'll come through




there will be no regrets on either side again



so its who wins and who's standing and that all depends



if death sees my eyes and asks instead of commands



death might see what depends and even ask a reply


or give of one




so to death who looks into my eyes and asks a reply



i give it gladly and smile once again




that i gave a life good and true



and every thing asked of me to do




i have traveled and carried the weight



i have done for you more than i could take




i rested upon your shoulders i rode upon your wind



i took you as a friend





i took you in



i took this chance



no one could say it was not so



so if we had sat down you and i death and had that cup of coffee



you would have understood



btw it aint over yet




wait for the proof




had death stood upon the shoulders of truth



death wold have understood too



as i am sure he/she will attest




if at all you were interested i could have healed up these holes



instead in time



you appeared and tested before the shot had gone off


so i shot you back




i will take it to my grave



i will fly above the ridge




i hear the bird whistling



i will see you again on the wind



until we come to that understanding it'll never change


just me and death sitting on the same old bench again




notching out the time







next one



spirals



dimension patterns

you know over lays


the kind they draw diagrams and crop circles about

that sort of thing



imagine the possibilities



we are not speaking of two three dimensional models of course




yet you can have me how you like



and you'll get what you wanted


and you'll say you wer'ent offered


and you'll think your got it right


and birthed into the pig trough



and the excuses will flow



and ill meet you on the battle field



again and again



and you will know


my name because i will be up right until we get it right








 

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Back to travelling



we will see what the wind likes



i will see if i can manage it this evening

except to substitute for kailash

and the birth place also in the fog

it seemed very damp and rough on the trail

so to fly apsara in a way



yet who can say



its funny that way

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the moon very full

dreams full of clarity and color

staring up at the sky it seem to carve its way through clouds like broken tiles

noise sensitive

thin walls


acceptance


stupid humans making lots of noise


a sick rooster who could not pick up grain left in a forest "another one"


blood on his chest

and his beak injured


the woman tends to him lovingly


she is one of those fairy folk types which also is fitting in the forest where she is helping


small elvish features and a little round face



i like her and speak to her



her face is not unblemished though having marks and dints


blonde hair past her shoulders



i am sure some nature spirits they be



sightseeing as is life yet to see many humans



they have children and trail boats cars bikes all manner of noises


they seem to appear in the middle of no where to this i can attest


as though somebodies silence can broil their attendance



i have even seen helicopter hover in spots devoid of humans when attended



upon critical moments



and police sentries arrive upon also such crucial silences




they truly are sentries



they truly fill some life channels that run



did you ever try to meet or make something happen with fervor-ant vigour


only to have the odds stacked against you to which point it would not arrive the harvest




that is it in part also




yet there is a mechanical clock riding upon it all




the plug socket cannot perhaps be pulled so its the metronomes choice



unless the tone changes



there we can have its essence drive




to there we may find we have been in the driving seat ?




yet the we has changed to outside and inside



that's when it will happen


small gulps at first of the ocean



and to next the whole thing



stopping and seeing might be different i do not know



but if reaching up and out its only come to a point




like in the street where i said the bees were on their way to pollonate each flower



as though a metaphor to see the exact and perfect timing


no longer us a singular thing



but part of a honey collective



it takes an appreciation of honey i suppose




but its not going to stay put that flow

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To be honest i have not got much of a feigned clue what is occurring in the world right now on the news



we share the big moon that come up over the mountains yet i doubt most humans even noticed


somebody from a long time ago has messaged me to speak and i have not spoken to him for years


he was the one who gave me my first carlos castenada book when i was about 15 years old 

he was into things like aldous huxley brave new world at the time witches and incense



i would see a lot and they were different times


i learnt to dream for those years then a lot so much so i tried hard to shut it down

eventually closing the door to my satisfaction


it was his house i saw the wall of fog


it was just like carlos described after dreaming to there one night


when i think about it there was a translucency in the air hanging about last time i saw him too

i wonder how his spirit is faring



i bumped into another chap also from school days


i do not know why



i think he is lonely


even though he is married



i believe you could be full and yet still be lonely in another sense



that you had discovered something great and had nobody to share it with


that the longing brought the quest


the quest brought the longing



if you wan't to feel lonely in this day and age


go on a dating website and take a look



that's what happened to me



the loneliness might make you feel lucky to be alone when you discover whats there




there are different kinds of loneliness

aloneness

perhaps the ness is a lake


and when its around the wrong way it becomes a dam


how can you be alone when you are surrounded


yet surrounded by what ?



i have never really felt 'alone' too much 



yet longing has not a thing to do with creating something from nothing


and also everything to do with and


or finding needles in hay stacks

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i was flying around along a street

probably just from mentioning dreaming again


a guy i went to school with was there and he was simple yet a very kind person


i felt that in the dream


i asked him if he could fly and he replied he could too


i got excited

the dream had a good quality resolution to it and i consciously tried to keep that connection of clarity



we flew above the power lines and in the direction towards the ocean i believe i would perhaps say east




at one point there was a few people walking across a suburban type street


one particular lady caught my eye

she was plain yet pretty and interesting looking


we began to talk yet i noticed something a little hooky in her words


so i asked her if she was an ib to which she began with some convoluted answer


which gave it away then when i knew she attacked me



not it the conventional imagery



yet i felt it in my side on that tender spot as usual may be



you could say like an unbearable tickling sensation shock type on the soft side


i forcefully withstood it and attacked her back also realizing the futility with a usual growl

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https://youtu.be/hYeQb3yBF0c

[runningstream]

                         I really like this proverb








         4 .Answer not a fool according to his folly,


                       lest you be like him yourself.
   
             

               
               5 . Answer a fool according to his folly,
                   

                       lest he be wise in his own eyes.

[runningstream]

i have paddled

at first it felt so smooth i could not believe that i remembered it correctly

each stroke felt effortless

later some strokes seemed more hard and facing elements

slower

even with the favors of the winds

i see platypus rise bubbles beneath the surface


the water still away from prevailing wind/s


the moon certainly caused havoc


all might say oh nothing


we differently see


about eagles on ridges


shoulders and the likes


a.p.s

socks turned inside out


sides and resides


i go to speak of it and the wind takes it away


i did not have certain words


yet turn on the tv


tracking eagles/god


it lands in a different lap


enlightenment again


says who


if its some crazy buddhist speak about the thing thats not the thing

its probably flew over my head



if its the eagle again

you can't argue with the nature of god in that sense



and who's shoulder is the nature of the eagle sitting upon ?



i like the sound red road



the 144,000


time


essence of awareness



i did try to bring attention to the nature of god some time ago


it fell on deaf ears



i am not sure my memory is fully there either


yet i remember it well



i also remember outside pressure



whats really getting me is there is not separation any more



i am just walking where i should


nothing seems to be taken seriously and the back and forth is too slow


the bird is flying


nature is giving something else



the news i see looks quite bleak



i do hope the meek inherit the earth


earth people


or at least have enough room to get away from encroachment



well mirrors being mirrors any way


a.p.s on shoulders


and whats reflected



surely such things can bring such beauty also



when the true nature is revealed


i don't think any body can argue with laws


when consequences prove them correct


more theoretical 


in the river of life


which does exist in timing



abilities to change things


to drink rivers entire


not to compartmentalize


that was the option to sustain



i like to think of the red road

sun and wind

water and earth


standing shoulders high



back straight



eyes beaming glad to be alive and alive well


and why not


breathing the beauty in

[runningstream]

of course there is more


kingfishers

the very small ones i realize they are one if not my most favorite bird

the one i saw today had a bronze colored chest


its the iridescent blues and greens of the winds that is so striking to me


they are amazing to see and that they dive and catch fish is so ingenious





there was more about living natures


primordial eyes of wisdom


crown chakras


two sides


the way every thing works together


in a natural state



dreaming of knowledge


and internal dialogue also



truth connections



relevant information

impressions seem very important



i was looking for the impressions of the platypus little feet int he soft mud


at the entrance to burrows


such unique species



i even wonder about animals who do not differentiate two "duality"


and able to function with an altered vision of connection


perhaps dolphins understand the connection better


who knows


if you don't inquire and point your beak there i suppose


and also



its the type of knowledge you hold



I hear well

[runningstream]

there is a native american theme here today

it started with a woman who starred besides brad in a movie called legends of the fall

and since somebody hopi has appeared



reading about the red road



somebody describes the difference between attending sweat lodges and doing ceremonies etc


and that of being walking the red road


one is on the red road


the other is walking the red road sustained



sounds like an interesting transition in both action



and translation of speech

[runningstream]

how the hell are we supposed to find the truth with so many religions


because there are so many religions there are so many truths


are they truths


truths cease to be truths when an evolution occurs


no in the sense of a truth not having been true in its time


as is our lives


i like this blue green energy

of the kingfisher


i have contacted the hopi

i could come off as some strange person with a big story


who will scare them away by my craziness


and whats new


you can take every thing i say literally


i bless people when i go into the supermarket


i cant hold back the smile into their eyes


its just one of those days


memories ?  up and down


the direction that is important


to shift the a.p of the earth


seems like i am talking to myself sometimes




seems like i have not aquired the necessary knowledge of the age of encyclopedias

to be heard 



ask me any thing you wish


come at it which ever direction or from which religion you like



i am cooking with the good frying pan


that they not hear the silence


and the wisdom of those who like silence



i offered you to speak with me



you should take me up on that


its not egotistical to speak of spirit


only that those who covet it feel so


the good frying pan makes every thing taste delicious


if you had one you will know what i am speaking about


put some mixed spice in and watch every thing melt in your mouth


i am not sure every body went up and out


i am sure they went to the side and round and round


i am not sure what the caper is


the sooner we sort out our differences the better


i won't turn up my nose





if you want to get to your shadow side


write a letter to the person you have feeilngs about strongly



tell them they are all sorts of pieces of shit if you like



now email it to your self




and who is afraid of their own nature ?


did they all travel the same way



and who is "god" of the world is to say ?

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i never ever ever maybe only a couple times ever deleted any thing i wrote these days

before i send it



and why ...............   because i have to travel through my feelings and journey


to try and do it otherwise means i have taken away bricks from the ledge i stand upon




i am learning a great deal from you people here it is really nice too



transitioning through a cosmic order


yet unresolved issues won't become resolved by forgetting them






the moon came


dark days



waiting waiting and knowing what for



i came through the other side



life turned it around



i walked today



i hold a stick and place feathers in it because the winds are so strong


i feel them grip 


i wave my arms back and forward with the feeling



i lose my shoes somewhere first and my feet feel strong



i have left some water for the chickens


the bucket flew away


so i dragged it back




i looked like i had pissed my pants i am sure not realizing


i had spilled the water perfectly on my pants



i just smiled and trusted with the journey that somebody would see


it was that kind of day



self conscious ?


not that way




do you know how many people would smile back at you when you change your view



i have this key



every now and then i remember



i would like to never forget


i am growing it in my garden



it is becoming a strong tree



the wind blows it around


but i am learning to listen to the wind too




i have located a passion fruit and a paw paw tree already established


they may come with me too



i may not have computer reception later for the next week




shifting gears


cosmic lines of time



leaving the old behind



the old connection is still very strong



we have open ilnes of communication



there are more than one way to advance



you can stand upon the head of a line



you can engulf the whole line


can you detach the line ?




i am not so sure


i see so many people here taking about leaving again



why have'nt they left yet ?



if it is so , there are many who are so so old





i will tell you something for sure




did any body ever try knocking directly ?



i will tell you why it did not work


because the base was not correct



and what does that mean ? 


a common aligned purpose

[runningstream]

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

[runningstream]

   
"Civil War" Guns and Roses

"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said, "Peace could last forever."
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
An' I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land

And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes you're filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars

"WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM
THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM
AS POPULAR WAR ADVANCES
PEACE IS CLOSER" **

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war

I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway