X Marks the Spot

That story haunts me. And I think of it often. I can not remember the end so much as the middle.

The walking.......

If I remember correctly the 'generals son' or what have you, is the last person standing.

But I can't really remember how it ends.

Orange is a power color. It is one of the healing colors.


It is said to increase the craving for food.

It also stimulates enthusiasm and creativity. Orange means vitality with endurance. People who like orange are usually thoughtful and sincere. Lady luck's color is orange. I have been told that if a change of any kind is need in life, just burn an orange candle for 7 nights.
Orange Energy

While red is associated with fiery heat, orange is associated with the benign warmth of the sun. A dynamic color to be sure, orange offers a more thoughtful control than explosive red. Curiosity is a driving characteristic of orange, and with it comes exploration of new things.
[link to crystal-cure.com]

:)

I would not have guessed 'luck' was orange.

It has always been associated with green to me.


Odd thing perception...

think pinch affect
remember tesla



over unity is you are generating more that you are receiving
which can only mean one thing
you structure (self) is taking what it is naturally given and extracting more from it than is visible when it arrives
thus you are utilizing the information/emotion/energy and making something of it that existed to be made if you know how to read the information and make it
hence heat
the visible sign of additional motion/movement
movement of what
emotion/information/energy being transformed into more than it was when it arrived

You keep walking. There is no ending. People are obsessed with endings. They don't exist.

Others are obsessed with the idea that knowledge is their slant on things and they should be gatekeepers.

As such there are no gates, divisions or separators.

Zealots need enemies to stifle awareness to their own ends.

Cheers

:)

Agreed, thank you.

Even as a child the whole 'happily ever after' seemed hollow and false. Due to knowing of course, that happiness is often fleeting in the face of life's hardships.

If there are no separators ,why would a cord be needed?

Is unca milky somehow being placated?

Hardships to me are the reason. In its tune its idemnifies us for not seeing the consequence of our actions as it feeds us perfection in little bits.

If I couldn't smile through bloody teeth I couldn't smile st all.

The only separators are temporary.

I like that aether. When the energy is flowing off of me, I wonder if that is what is occurring. It feels like waves though, not heat.

The new heat sensation this is quite locationally based.

i don`t know what separators are but emotional boundaries as in:definition exists
remembering the 1 belief requires all things to be part of 1 that is a singular cause thus exists within only it`self
no boundary
no definition
no nothing
everything
this forces the believer to believe everything is really 1 thing only and separation must be illusion because only 1something exists and everything is part of it

one of the fatal flaws of singular affect being seen as singular cause

i don`t know what separators are but emotional boundaries as in:definition exists
remembering the 1 belief requires all things to be part of 1 that is a singular cause thus exists within only it`self
no boundary
no definition
no nothing
everything
this forces the believer to believe everything is really 1 thing only and separation must be illusion because only 1something exists and everything is part of it

one of the fatal flaws of singular affect being seen as singular cause

Yes. Exactly that.

As I find there is always something to be grateful for. No matter how bad things get.

I am often pushed toward humor in those occurrences. As laughter levels me.

I am blessed to find myself in good company in that regard.

:)

strangely synergy is impossible for 1 anything

Lol, not exactly, its consistent actions are echoed by its function. It is an inside with no outside.

We are effects of its function and echo out to it.

Only the best alien pilots will get to see out of the windshield.

But none will return with 'individuated' mind intact.

To see everywhere as here is to us a wight so heavy as to suck time and space into a compressive Iota.

We would have to explode.

The only flaw is that 1 cannot be a self. As a self is encapsulated. It can create form, but it is always immeasureable. It's effect imbues all things with pote tial.

Again, nothing moves but conciousness.

Radiating spherical conciousness.

Only in other is it reflected and measureable.

if nothing moves but consciousness
it must be within something to move within
what it is within is infinite
to match consciousnesses infinity
that is 2
always was
always is
eternity is eternal 2
and
the only sensation consciousness has to know it`s own sensation
is the sensation it senses of what it is within
and
the only sensation what consciousness is within
possess to know how it feels is it`s own sensation prompted by the consciousness it contains

that is 2
something within something to be something within

this is the cause /z\ of synergy
the unique to the 2 sensation of being the 2
which prompts them always being the 2

This is why a real or metaphorical devil cannot win. There is no force to contain the energy of pure conscious.

No canopic jar for it's essence.

if nothing moves but consciousness
it must be within something to move within
what it is within is infinite
to match consciousnesses infinity
that is 2
always was
always is
eternity is eternal 2
and
the only sensation consciousness has to know it`s own sensation
is the sensation it senses of what it is within
and
the only sensation what consciousness is within
possess to know how it feels is it`s own sensation prompted by the consciousness it contains

that is 2
something within something to be something within

Conciousness needs no inhibitions.
They are given to create and refine cyclicality.

I don't have the answer for the superconductive element.

But, philosophically/theoretically it is what we are intimating and consistently echoing.

What we are positing is:what is the ubiquitos water? The carrier of effect.

Don't confuse prime with that which carries it and creates or is imbued with the effect of function.

I found your reference to said, curious last night...

As the subject of 'urine' seems to be repeating. And not just from you...




'Ur in'

[link to www.gematrix.org]

Here is something about Lucifer I found interesting.

I do not offhand know what "Chaldean Numerology" is, though...



[link to en.wikipedia.org]

...

an'Donaich - THE KING UNDER THE MOUNTAIN
It was his place of comfort now, the depthless night of the Black Earth Chamber. The King Under the Mountain sat in the warm pool, nude and white-hued skin tight to bone, black beard drifting aimlessly in the clear shallow depths. Yellow light shone from the Lenin Stones encircling the pillar bases, for it was daylight above the mountain. The light struck the rippling pool surface, bouncing back off the surrounding black stone pillars and the old man in watery reflections. The chamber was a vast tomb of silence this day; the haunting voices of deceased ancestry coming out only at night, when the Lenin stones shone their blue. These were times of solitude, resting in his private getaway, far from the thoughts of ruling the mountains of StoneGarden, away from the quiet taunts that rumored through the black mountain of a king gone mad.

“A sad king seems to once again visit our shared purgatory,” a voice rumbled from the bowels of the earth.

“Ahhh, I was wondering if you were going to visit me this day. Your voice is a welcome respite in these hollowed halls.”

“How fairs the King Under the Mountain?”

“Dark moods crowd my thoughts. Did you know it has been 12 years since that night, since the loss of my family?”

“Yes,” the voice answered, pausing only slightly. “I thought you might be in one of your dark moods again. You seem to be withering away like flowers come fall. Remembering days of old can ruin the bravest of men, Dego. When following the ghost trodden paths of yesteryear, one is tempted to travel darker roads today. Why burden yourself so? The Stone Council is no more.”

“Why burden myself so… I miss her, friend. How I miss her. Life has cast a cruel shadow over the light of my days. Sometimes, when sitting down here, I dream of her sitting beside me, smiling, warming my heart. Not today, though. It is very empty in this darkness. Lonely. Thank the One Stone for Timon’s son and the comfort and release from my duties he gives me. Kison has become my hammer. The son I lost. If not for him Stonegarden would have fallen with my family many years ago. And you, Cutah-Chaldea, the demon dragon of the past speaking to me, helping me to find the meaning of solace. No offense is meant when I say I believe you are born from my delusions.”

“None taken, friend,” the voice said with false empathy. “As to Stonegarden, remember Dego, the Donai are stronger than you are making claim. They will always carry on, no matter what fate has decreed for them. They are as unyielding as the black metal, and as sturdy as this mountain.”

“Yes, you are true. My foul thoughts stain my people.” The king lazily brushed his hand across the pools surface.

“And yet your people still remain loyal to you, Dego an’Donaich. Do not cast them aside in your depression. The Donai will rise again, so too shall you.”

The king raised his head and looked out into the darkness. “And what makes you say that? It is not your way to taunt me so.”

“Contemptuous behaviors are a tool of the weak. I do not reproach you. Rather I am trying to make a blind king see once more.”

“And what visions would you have me see, demon? I am not young anymore. I am a failed husband, father and king. My time has ended. The line of Donaich has ended. It is not a proud crown I bear, it is a dead one.”

“You have lost sight to the passion of life’s promises. The line of an’Donaich may end with you, but there is much the last of the Donaich lineage has yet to make history of.”

“I am sorry to disappoint you Cutah, but the fires of passion you so ardently believe in do not warm the halls under this cold mountain. And you speak of history!? History… well history is just that.”

All I can think of is the alkaline acid process of batteries.

I'm parsing the Idea of the Devils house and the torturously sadistic Madame LaLaurie. A couple of my favorite N'awlins legends.

She would carve spirals on her slaves while breaking and rearranging their bones into novel configurations.

The element empowering our answer will be within us. Somehow obscured by illogical process and assumption.

As we will always model and reconcile that which is within without.

That which connects us frees us.