the TRUTH....... I AM YOU....YOU ARE I

Agreed.

The repulsion to food was so strong I had to force myself to eat. For the first month I survived on Odwalla Superfood (spirulina juice).

I had to tell my friends and family that I had a 'spiritual awakening' (lol) so they didn't think I was secretly hiding an eating disorder. They didn't believe me of course and tried to force me to eat. So I changed tactics.

I was NOT hungry. Ever. Basically, all I can eat is fruit, veggies, and nuts and water. Mostly fruit.

I have more energy than I ever have.

It vibrates within me. I can feel my soul stir and dance within me. It's really amazing.

Coming into being has not been easy, but very much worth it.

I hardly ate for years....lol
Now I eat dinner with my family...

Not easy thinking every meal is the Eucharist .......
Meaning yourself.....

Hehe...

My last post, posted at 17:07 my two favorite numbers.

Would you mind elaborating a bit on your last sentence?

Last Supper...meaning yourself...


Communion of the blood and body of Christ...correct?

Edit: Ah...I got it.



Last Edited by Seer777 on 02/02/2012 08:35 PM

Is god not perfect?.......


Would that not in turn make god alone....??.......


The next step in thinking is what is this god made of ???.........

Is god thought? Or is god matter ?
Is god not both ?

Can something really be two things at once?????

I know it certainly appears that way all over the place....

Does something exist? How....?
Where? When.....?
In relation to what ?
How big ?
Small?
Inside of something?
On the outside?
Is it meaningful in and of itself?
Can two things exist in one place at one time???
Where does one thing end , and it's surroundings begin?
Can this object think?
Out of the chaos predetermine ?
This something, is it stone?
Is it slime? Vapor? Ether?dark matter?
Dig deeper..... Is it there?



Hide and seek





Is matter thought ?


YES !!!

Everything is you...

So eating , the act of..... Becomes a truly holy act....
Now you can see the point of the Eucharist as the body of god( jesus).....

Yes.

I figured you were referring to an act of cannibalism.



P.S. Your paintings, drawings, poetry, and song lyrics are incredible.

You are very talented Brian.

I am an artist by trade. I see your talent and it is humbling.

No worries, I didn't think you meant what you said, just said what you felt.

As I've admitted before; I can be tedious.

Thanks

I played the " humble" in the band a whole lot...
Life is sweet...
It's what I could salvage out it...
I am average to none in wealth, yet I crap like an ancient king...
My wife Jessica and my son Osiris ate of great health and wellbeing....
I am truly blessed....
I enjoy my life....
Ups and downs and ups and......
Expression wise you can't easily stifle me it would appear...
I'm 42..... I want the art to sell but the desire for fame is dwindled to a quiet sqweek.....

Just cuz, You can only eat you. Your body must break down the components of the foods you eat to recognizable form or...you are just paying lip service.

I ALWAYS speak from the heart. My emotions get me into sticky situations quite often.

But, I believe my clarity with words has helped many over the last few years. Especially, since joining IV's thread.

You good people Diony.

Do you know of Etsy? Online marketplace for artists? it's huge. our first year just playing around with it pulled in an extra ten grand.
[link to www.etsy.com]

Can be tedious, but if you are good at it, one can make a very healthy living, or just some added cash.

Must
Because?
I was speaking of the Eucharist ...

No, that is what the Angels who rebelled against God descision to become a man teach, imo.

I think its because the Blood of The Living Christ is what will Water The Seeds of The Trees of Life. Blood which sustains us now, promise to the Earth to Return even after Crucifixion at the Hands of The Sanhedrin.

Just found it a month ago thanks .....
My wife's jewelry sells better... Lol

Could it be both?

Do you speak of the Nephilim, Hilos? Or are you saying that Man are ALL fallen angels?

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A little fact I learned..... Useless of course...

There are no female angels in the bible...

I'm feeling all wintery again......

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.

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The following sentence is true....
The preceding sentence is false....

And I suddenly find myself back in The Labyrinth, while Sarah attempts to decode the riddle of the two knockers...

A place I find myself lovingly entering as well....
I watch it with my son.....aaahhh labyrinth ....

Last Edited by Brian8888 on 02/02/2012 10:36 PM

Defined my childhood. Lends direction in my adulthood.


"what's said, is said." -Jareth

"But..I didn't mean it."-Sarah

"Oh, you didn't?" -Jareth

lol.

It's hard to take back our misgivings...
Me too...

Truth.

Smile......

Pretty much off to sleep..
In the puffy clouds that lay huddled against mt Monadnock...
The mountain that stands alone....

Perspective......
Goes a long way...
When you can get it....
What you do with it defines your outlook...
Half full or half empty...
A door closing.... Or a door opening....
Are we there yet? I hope we never get there...
It's late.... It's early....
I'm poor.... I'm free...
Writers block.... Nirvana...silence...
Questioned... Inquisitioned...
Spoken ..... Misunderstood...
How does one acquire perspective...????
Books..??
Words..??
Teacher..?
Speaker..??
Thinker .......
The thinker thunk thrice apon thrice thoughts thoroughly and tinkered a bit till twice upon a table sat..... An image of the singular divine...
A mirror wrought apon the mind to animate perspectives shine...
Illuminating darkness as a tree is won't to climb...
Who says this is truth? ......
Liar...!!!
How do you prove it????
Ssssssssssss........
Pessimism ...joy.... Unbound curiosity...
Boundaries...
Imaginary..??? Maybe... Just maybe not everyone plays by the confines/ rules of the game....
Free yourself from definitions of absurdity and separation ...
All feelings of a sort that turn out to be unnecessary to life and happiness...
Lose desire to possess things in order to show superiority over others.....
Live a life of kindness and adventure..
Return to the ways of the earth....

Exactly what I needed to hear just now.

Eternal thanks B.

Cool...
Nice to know...
Always remember the key to life is to perfect your breathing...
Breathe easy... Lol... Be well Seer

To think....

What have I done to deserve this cruel fate?
Where do I go to ? And how am I late?
The world is a lonely place when your only one...
My days are all numbered and the futures a shroud..
My fear wrath and emptiness won't leave me alone....
My thoughts they all wound me, in spirals they run
I'm dogged by a memory that I cannot quite place..
I feel I'm a shadow of some master race...
The temple or sanctuary, and a cool stone fountain ..
The wilderness of fear cages my spirit in bone...
The oracle set the stage for primitive truth...
All knowledge, honor , and nobility are tortured on the rack by Fortunata
On the wheel of uncertainty....

Wonder and inspiration now they are gone
Alive in the wilderness I made and time lingers on...
Motherless. Fatherless , the hallowed ground moans, a day without sun, a night without moon.

Nothing makes sense to me, no- thing can I own, the captain of my ownership has sailed off alone

Houses iced with plywood facade
Nail down dreams of red school houses
Jungle gyms and teacher crushes visions of green lawns and white picket fences
Everything came from nothing, and it resides just out of reach, in the corner of the eye, out on the surface of the lens
In the vaulted space above the cor- nea
The heart of the being, the quest for the object the seer is seeing
The knot in the wood , is the thought , the matter , in regards to the madman, does he laugh or s he laughter ?
The brain asks it's afterthought, and does it matter?
Where is the lamb after it is slaughtered?
The mind is said to wander, so where does it go?
Can I touch it? Smell it! Feel it! Can I see the mind?
Can I think about my mind with my mind?
Taste my tongue?
Hear my ear! See my eyes!? Smell my nose?
How much nearer can I get to the mirror?
Who's more real the mirror or the reflection?