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Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 9515689 United States 01/30/2012 11:08 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I really feel this one. I have had many visions of standing by a river, in a paradisaic place. It's important to keep that vision strong in heart... Also remember to look for that river and sit by it for a while.... As you enjoy the marvel and improbability of existence itself.... YOU ARE ME |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 9316748 United States 01/30/2012 11:19 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | When I became one with GOD on 1/15 I told someone on here privatly, and now she is spreading a disgusting thread about...have you f----- your adrogenous angel or something. They really are mocking GOD in this thread. Now I know not to trust any woman on this board with anything personal, because you will get eaten up for a very beautiful thing happening , the tranfiguration He has promised, when they are filled with HIS Spirit, it becomes something dirty. |
Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 9515689 United States 01/30/2012 11:23 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | When I became one with GOD on 1/15 I told someone on here privatly, and now she is spreading a disgusting thread about...have you f----- your adrogenous angel or something. They really are mocking GOD in this thread. Now I know not to trust any woman on this board with anything personal, because you will get eaten up for a very beautiful thing happening , the tranfiguration He has promised, when they are filled with HIS Spirit, it becomes something dirty. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 9316748 I'm sorry.. YOU ARE ME |
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Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 9515689 United States 01/31/2012 05:25 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2009 Part 12: a glimpse into the past... The story of Zeus....in part...rock a bye baby on the tree top when the wind blows the cradle will rock when the bough(golden) breaks the cradle will fall and down will come baby, cradle and all.... THE ALCHEMICAL WEDDING....... These are the lyrics to an album I'm working on. It's form, tempo, and lyrics are meant to mirror itself in direct relation to this very phenomena all around us. The marriage of opposites ...... SHE nights liquid cave shelters lifes glimmer of darkness, she covets the silence...she dances and dances...in seeking the southern she's chasing the northwind, embracing the serpent she is inflamed with lifes lust, their joining in ASPect. Seven times coiled about the lunar eggs darkness, tending the coal that's hidden inside will spark us....to Sybil , and syllabull and see the bulls before us in Taurus . The darkness!!the darkness!! The heralds will call us. Be drunken with darkness , the unknown will guide us. The order, the chaos, love swaddled in darkness... The black pitch abyss that carries her starseed. By dancing and dancing she's flowing like laughter. The crack in the egg lets her Silver light wander. As it glitters and glimmers it shatters and shimmers. What once was submerged, was forgotten in tandum, the unit, the Monad, moon queen with horns....on the neck of a snake she is standing. The Mother of Sunshine the sickle of silver the patron of justice... She was keeper of the hearth and queen of the era the water still glistened in droplets, as they fell to the beach, the sand she shook from her heels leaving the sea behind never looking back she headed straight for the sunrise. Embracing the coming day she raced on to chase her lovers trail ...the silver mother beckons him into her arms... Cold stone arms crack-ivy-eyed count the windy trees and darkened ponds green blackened bogs of mossy grass, where moonbeams shine on beads of midnights dew. And blackbirds watch and wait for putrefaction... They speak of charms and gnomes and magick irredescence, and shrooms where decay is in transit , in it's smell and in its heat. She's arranging, and stirring in, measure by measure, come Aolian, come Dorian, all into the cauldron, in the heat of her dancing she Mixlydian's a concoction, the steam of spirits exits, ENTRANCING, evaporation....through chants, she incants and sings of the deCOMPOSITION. In her crucible of time she melds love into action, the elements she mates and divides with partition, the circle is squared first , and then drawn and quartered. All are still shadows, of phantoms , pantomimed by the hearthside...that dance in the red light, flicker and shudder. Calling her children the shadows, with bellows of laughter...into the womb of silence that beckons diamonds at midnight... My shadows my children arise , do not cower, the nightshades are open for the whitching hour. The bellowing hiss of the winds crystal breath snakes in and out of her caves chinked stone walls. Threatening to spread ice and fingers of frost, to mirror and freeze the worlds longest day. Frozen in time, lest we tend to our hearth . The bellows, he bellows! Accross our stone threshhold, be vigilant and wary and tend to the fire, like the true hearts desire. YOU ARE ME |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 5856285 Canada 01/31/2012 05:32 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2009 Quoting: Brian8888 Part 12: a glimpse into the past... The story of Zeus....in part...rock a bye baby on the tree top when the wind blows the cradle will rock when the bough(golden) breaks the cradle will fall and down will come baby, cradle and all.... THE ALCHEMICAL WEDDING....... These are the lyrics to an album I'm working on. It's form, tempo, and lyrics are meant to mirror itself in direct relation to this very phenomena all around us. The marriage of opposites ...... SHE nights liquid cave shelters lifes glimmer of darkness, she covets the silence...she dances and dances...in seeking the southern she's chasing the northwind, embracing the serpent she is inflamed with lifes lust, their joining in ASPect. Seven times coiled about the lunar eggs darkness, tending the coal that's hidden inside will spark us....to Sybil , and syllabull and see the bulls before us in Taurus . The darkness!!the darkness!! The heralds will call us. Be drunken with darkness , the unknown will guide us. The order, the chaos, love swaddled in darkness... The black pitch abyss that carries her starseed. By dancing and dancing she's flowing like laughter. The crack in the egg lets her Silver light wander. As it glitters and glimmers it shatters and shimmers. What once was submerged, was forgotten in tandum, the unit, the Monad, moon queen with horns....on the neck of a snake she is standing. The Mother of Sunshine the sickle of silver the patron of justice... She was keeper of the hearth and queen of the era the water still glistened in droplets, as they fell to the beach, the sand she shook from her heels leaving the sea behind never looking back she headed straight for the sunrise. Embracing the coming day she raced on to chase her lovers trail ...the silver mother beckons him into her arms... Cold stone arms crack-ivy-eyed count the windy trees and darkened ponds green blackened bogs of mossy grass, where moonbeams shine on beads of midnights dew. And blackbirds watch and wait for putrefaction... They speak of charms and gnomes and magick irredescence, and shrooms where decay is in transit , in it's smell and in its heat. She's arranging, and stirring in, measure by measure, come Aolian, come Dorian, all into the cauldron, in the heat of her dancing she Mixlydian's a concoction, the steam of spirits exits, ENTRANCING, evaporation....through chants, she incants and sings of the deCOMPOSITION. In her crucible of time she melds love into action, the elements she mates and divides with partition, the circle is squared first , and then drawn and quartered. All are still shadows, of phantoms , pantomimed by the hearthside...that dance in the red light, flicker and shudder. Calling her children the shadows, with bellows of laughter...into the womb of silence that beckons diamonds at midnight... My shadows my children arise , do not cower, the nightshades are open for the whitching hour. The bellowing hiss of the winds crystal breath snakes in and out of her caves chinked stone walls. Threatening to spread ice and fingers of frost, to mirror and freeze the worlds longest day. Frozen in time, lest we tend to our hearth . The bellows, he bellows! Accross our stone threshhold, be vigilant and wary and tend to the fire, like the true hearts desire. Don't fear the reaper! I like it. The sigil the vigil the cruciform kiss the whittle the middle lost in wedded bliss Cheers, keep filling the ether. |
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Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 9515689 United States 02/01/2012 08:53 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Don't forget the daily mantra:::::: Quoting: Brian8888 " IM SORRY, FORGIVE ME, I LOVE YOU, IM THANKFUL"..... Try and say it 5 times today inside your mind... At least 5 times... Old Scottish proverb: if you were Sorry You wouldna done it. It's for all the stuff I forgot to be sorry for.... YOU ARE ME |
Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 9515689 United States 02/01/2012 08:54 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Don't forget the daily mantra:::::: Quoting: Brian8888 " IM SORRY, FORGIVE ME, I LOVE YOU, IM THANKFUL"..... Try and say it 5 times today inside your mind... At least 5 times... Old Scottish proverb: if you were Sorry You wouldna done it. It's for all the stuff I forgot to be sorry for.... Plus I guess I blew it, I'm Scottish ( Murray).... YOU ARE ME |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 5856285 Canada 02/01/2012 09:05 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Don't forget the daily mantra:::::: Quoting: Brian8888 " IM SORRY, FORGIVE ME, I LOVE YOU, IM THANKFUL"..... Try and say it 5 times today inside your mind... At least 5 times... Old Scottish proverb: if you were Sorry You wouldna done it. It's for all the stuff I forgot to be sorry for.... Plus I guess I blew it, I'm Scottish ( Murray).... I'm just sharing my views, no more valid than yours. My only recurent motto would stand as: I'll try to understand and do accordingly. |
Brian8888 (OP) User ID: 9515689 United States 02/01/2012 09:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Plus I guess I blew it, I'm Scottish ( Murray).... I'm just sharing my views, no more valid than yours. My only recurent motto would stand as: I'll try to understand and do accordingly. That's a great motto I throw up the Ho'opono mantra because it's a simple reminder to myself to be centered..... YOU ARE ME |
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