nagacot
male, 46 |
It
London / Not So Great Britain
member since 22.11.2007
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XIV/.XII/2008
Addendum to the now
As the heads of Medusa, now wild and free from her creator, consort to tear down the timber of her torso.
Defending their own individual soveriegn rule and imagined right of dominion over all. A lone "head" speaks;
"For within each head lies the notion of soveriegn power and therein lies the conflict, the seed of our own self destruction.
We are sovreign over our own lives and subservient to Her survival but can lay no natural claim over the lives of Her other children.
The mistake is to Kill for her power and not to defend her flock.
For she has no parameter to inhibit her domain and therein lies the wild root of our insanity.
For in our mortality she seeds our limitations and as she gains control of her young so the strong may rise in her honour.
The fruits of her wisdom and our tormented past.
The horses are shoe'd
The acceptance of co-operation requires an honouring of Wisdom and Reason and subjugation of pride.
There is no logic within parameters when ruled by omnipotence.Insanity is the notion of individual omnipotence and thus giving birth to the murderer
within.
Each moment breaks new ground and therefore demands organic understanding of The New.
Irreconcilable for the few who's identity is their false pride. Madness ensues.
Their coats are groomed
letting go of previously held beliefs is necessary to accept fresh "Reasoned" arguments for taking a new course.
The testing ground for such radical diversions from "The Rule" ,that culture and tradition have set in stone, Is Wisdom.
Wisdom in action is the enlightened monachy of Her rule. A monachy or conglomerate that hold no ties to that which tears the bark,
but picks the fruit and feeds the child.
Not ruled but guided; by the timeless elders who have no pride to loose and no ground to gain but many hearts to feed.
These elders are the living spears from Her taproot of love that rides the storm in order to learn to swim.
To ignite the will to live they are thrown into the fire to realise they can fly.
Fresh hay is laid for their return
As the virile young tear at her flesh She culls the violent in a storm of dust,
candescent in it's energetic burning of the violent lineages and misled fools.
Who can deliver the directive to cease and desist?
They fall as mothers salinate the ocean and the innocent writhe in confusion.
The stable doors are unchained
Who can overide the draw of "patriotic pride"?
At serving a Queen for the highest honour, paid for by the lowest sacrifice; to kill another.
Failing to risk all not to.
She writhes in torment as greed and pride tear at her flesh.
The scabbard is removed from their horns.
Her bark, her strength, the fruits of her conflict..ripen and yet the ill seed grow within.
As each sarracen steers his sturdy steed toward her ocean of tears, he raises his sword in ignorance toward a rising tide.
The spectacularity of his writhing death brings admiration of courage, and misguided inspiration to the fools.
Soon there is a sea of death as She composts their lives into the past.
As the violent feed on death the meek give audience and so peace wallows in tears of grief.
In the wings the horses are sadled and the Chalice is emptied as certain hearts are filled with Love.
The Sun will burn away the tears of self indugence as the Unicorn carries the brave of heart to stave the War.
The sun is rising, and as the seas evaporate a rock of salt stands against the sword.
As wisdom dilutes this casket of despair, reason clothes the tender heart, gentle childlike fingers touch the apex of the
sword as a new dawn emerges.
In place of sparks the stilling of life allows the defractions to be taken in. The spectrum of linear parameters become spheres
and the multitude of heads take their own space. Equilibrium is peace as Chaos is War. Death is only the result of violence for nature
wraps the passing catapillar through the tunnel of light in silk.
The winged steeds are released
Solitude is soveriegnty
The Company we choose determines our success.
For our company is our balance and our check
She is our master as we are her food.
Our honour is her nutrition.
Our duty is to follow our nature in the name of all and Love
The Unicorns fly.
X/III/2008
well i guess i've arrived at the point i was waiting for. how far gone and how absurd is it to imagine that outside of one's own sphere of influence is anything going to change that echo's the natural & innate intelligence of the earth and this cosmos and that, if anything, which has dominion. And so i pack my kit and lover and off we go. to the mountains and to the hidden valley's.
like a mole in spring shall i return beneath the slumber of the waiting & expectant. Nothing moves but you...go move.
when consciousness began to dream, it's manifestations were poured out into the void
mind became an interface protecting consciousness from it's own growing pains
less they influence the dream.
conflict becoming resolution through the filter of love
ice tea poured over the fires of ignorance as wood is salvaged and morphed
into the round table upon which humanity nurtures it's own future.
nightmares of construction, dissipating as the day kneads the dough within the oven of creation
opening to feed the present, this s the bread of life...you
and all like you....feathers or fur or tender skin.
we are the beautiful dream climbing out from the oven to seed the multi-dreams.
washing each morning the nightmares of ignorance from our minds eyes.
less we re-create them.
folding bread upon the sun baked stone
mountain tears running through the cups of hands
from mouth to ear visions shared
humanities hands manifesting dreams of shelters from her fears
weather; tempting souls migration
folding dough upon the sun baked stone
the dragon is the fear of the wild....the myth of words and lies
memories of Pangea echo through history
our song
an incomplete song
a world free of capitals
souls returning to the earth
memories of tarmac and politrix lost in the joy of the present
folding dough upon sun baked stone
roamng from place to place and filling the spaces with silence.
when i bump into other bio-organisms vibrating together until naturally concluding,
moving off into other sphere's
i enjoy it , we enjoy it. sometimes we don't
there is only enjoyment and non-enjoyment. in between is silence. silence is transition but also returning from co-creationist vibrating silence can also be the destination
vibrating can in turn also be transition between the pleasures of silence. equally the silence can be horrifying as can be vibrating against something that does not flow. for that hurts.
there is always sanctuary in either vibrating with others or silence with self.
equally nurturing is the silence with others. there are endless combinations, you see?
in communion with others some silent some in vibration. it's for you all to play with as you please.
pleasure, enjoyment is gift of harmonic flow.
love is simply the response.
simply yet not immaterially.
we ride it out we breath it in and have the ability to return to our "JOY POINT" the last moment we were in clarity and in harmony
this is our point of return when experiencing dissonance with the waking state.thus we have no problem riding our nightmares residue
it's because the waking state is such a cacophony of distraction.
we suffer our pain because we are used to doing so and yes your right most haven't grown to the point we can step out of ignorance with the application of our innate intelligence that requires nurturing and space to develop.
something that is inhibited by the perpetual instruction of the insights and realisations that have been handed down to them, the teacher and parents thru to the earth ancestors. the academia filters out the natural and develops the scientific. this gives rise to onesided people the constructive side is developed yet the awareness that to construct one must de-construct the natural material that is already perfected. i .e YOU and all around you
the environment is perfected you are perfected and you are flowering and the mono-visionary rulers are trying to decontruct us and reconstruct the "evolved monkey" programme that mimics and ceases to develop it's own intelligence. put a dork in the middle of a field of lions and he soon wises up.
we are never a breath away from returning to the source of our nature: our supra consciousness
leaving behind the human battery farm that is the metropolitic humanenergy sink of de-construction.
interface with construction when vitally necessary other times surf and dance and sing and be very very free. we are many. we are independent and we are natural. we are your brothers and sisters as you are our sister and brother
we are the ancestral spawn at the coal face of our future
no static now but perpetually unfolding future
return to the wild sisterbrother....follow the autumn harvest from cancer to Capricorn north and south of this is civilisations attempt to avoid the migrations and subsequent adventures.
the agrarians are malnourished and vitality and love is low
migrate, migrate.
we are all from pangea...you should know this.
we are all from the wild and seek the wild. civilisation and her domesticants are not thriving.
they walk past the apple trees on their way to buy fruit.
to the Andes, bring horses and leave language at the border....no language no lies. the language of deeds are real and testament to who you are
and what you can be
you are wild like puma is wild, flamingo and butterfly.
the dragon is the fear of the wild....the myth of words and lies
Namaste
Ahimsa
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