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aether (OP) User ID: 53372331 United Kingdom 02/23/2014 07:48 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ... Quoting: Anonymous Coward 49083705 No they don't. It's just that silence scares most fuckers dead. Ever wonder why a back brain suppressant was the most tenacious monkey in the pack. No one wants their roccoco merry go round to end. i never imagined sound and discovered it when i was born emotion/feeling is silent by default i don`t get the thing about silence because if consciousness is visual sound is never known and never missed I think I was born in metatrons belch. Sound is the only thing that diminishes the ache of a cut quick. in the material dimension i suppose it might to some but in non material dimensions empathic telepathy is no physical sound velocities although near death people often hear sounds that are like out of tune metallic a bit like trumpets to them , they say often and there are many dimensions i have never experienced and the one dead people are in is one of them thinking about it Last Edited by aether on 02/23/2014 07:52 PM |
Seer777 Ride the wings of the mind User ID: 50018194 United States 02/23/2014 07:50 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I hear ya. Silence is Golden. It means people are thinking. Quoting: Seer777 And the round and round everyone wants off eventually. Another trip around the Sun. Here comes Spring. Thank God. [link to www.youtube.com] Silence is when you will remember standing beside me holding hands staring at a golden sun for no reason but that we vibrated in sync with it. It wasn't sex, it wasn't bliss or adulation. I was belonging. Until we looked down and gave reason to the fall. And I don't mean you snd I. I mean everything. I remember. It was losing said, which is worst of pains. To be 'forgotten'. Abandoned? Why does it leave? [link to www.youtube.com] Difficulties strengthen the Mind as labor does the body... ~Seneca |
aether (OP) User ID: 53372331 United Kingdom 02/23/2014 07:50 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Silence is when you will remember standing beside me holding hands staring at a golden sun for no reason but that we vibrated in sync with it. It wasn't sex, it wasn't bliss or adulation. I was belonging. Until we looked down and gave reason to the fall. And I don't mean you snd I. I mean everything. is that a memory you possess |
aether (OP) User ID: 53372331 United Kingdom 02/23/2014 08:01 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I hear ya. Silence is Golden. It means people are thinking. Quoting: Seer777 And the round and round everyone wants off eventually. Another trip around the Sun. Here comes Spring. Thank God. [link to www.youtube.com] Silence is when you will remember standing beside me holding hands staring at a golden sun for no reason but that we vibrated in sync with it. It wasn't sex, it wasn't bliss or adulation. I was belonging. Until we looked down and gave reason to the fall. And I don't mean you snd I. I mean everything. I remember. It was losing said, which is worst of pains. To be 'forgotten'. Abandoned? Why does it leave? [link to www.youtube.com] maybe without experience there could be no will generated to form the goal of discovering what the experience causes want to become discovered to answer the question why did the experience arrive thus know what there is to become known of the meaning of the experience causes leaving |
Seer777 Ride the wings of the mind User ID: 50018194 United States 02/23/2014 08:13 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | But every inch is not 'filled with beings' in that one. There is negative space in it that I think makes it all the more 'spooky'. It was more like this... [link to www.papalepapale.com] But in color and they were in the air as well. All over. They seemed to be suffering. I felt their suffering. Reminds... Alch. Wed. Con't... Quoting: Brian8888 -------------------------Day 2 Desert.........con't. In the morning...... He awoke Bleary eyed and covered in sand It was still barely light, grey clouds could be seen faintly in the distance... A stinging sensation stabbed at his left foot , and he instinctively grabbed his foot in pain.. A scorpion had stung him ! Scorpio ! He crawled out of his night time nook, as beads of sweat formed on his neck and brow. His arms grew shaky as his sight began to dim... Blackness overtook him as he looked on from above... From above ? He felt himself sinking down into the darkness of earth, sweet earth , sweet darkness ! and did he dream ! ....The " bridge of Sirah". A bridge in the heavens which has a star at on corner of the " great square". This star is called "Sirrah", it is the head of the bound woman Andromeda. This being one corner of the great square, the other three corners of the great square are the wings of Pegasus. The star has a more common name... "Alpheratz". In celestial myths the " Great Square" represents that place which must be crossed in order to achieve eternal life. The asterism sits squarely above the location on the ecliptic where the path is the furthest away from the galactic plane. In practically all cultures this is known as the place of death and resurrection. On the Santiago staff which is inscribed with the Rongo-Rongo script of Easter island, there is a story about a king who had fallen between two posts, and gone to the place where the " birds copulate" with the fishes. This is also a part of the " language of birds". Down below the great square and under the " bridge of Sirrah", a man lays on his back with a Phoenix behind him. Above the man's head is another man pouring water towards the man on his back . This man with the pitcher is Aquarius, the man on his back is the sacred Moai waiting to come back to life. But first he must " cross" the " bridge of Sirrah", above the bridge sits a king called Cepheus. It is the goal of Aquarius to help the man by the side of the road get back to his kingdom as Cepheus, whence he came. .......blackness engulfs him one last time..... He awakens as the sun is setting again, marring his useless vision with rosy tints.... He grasps his water skin and finishes off what remained....his breath ratchets in the wind.... So vulnerable, fragile, helpless..... Tears stream down his dusted cheeks... A movement to the left draws his attention..... A serpent stands poised, a black question mark illuminated in the fading sunset.... " SAD"? the serpent says... " did god abandon you"?........ " yes I think he must have"....... The serpent hisses... " no" I whisper, choking on every letter..... Blackness engulfs me , I surrender........ Screaming all the way down.... Difficulties strengthen the Mind as labor does the body... ~Seneca |
aether (OP) User ID: 53372331 United Kingdom 02/23/2014 08:26 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The Chinchorro mummies are mummified remains of individuals from the South American Chinchorro culture, found in what is now northern Chile and southern Peru. They are the oldest examples of artificially mummified human remains, becoming popular by up to two thousand years before the Egyptian mummies. To put this in perspective, the earliest mummy that has been found in Egypt dated around 3000 BC, while the oldest mummy recovered from the Atacama Desert is dated around 7020 BC. The artificial mummies of Chinchorro are believed to have first appeared around 5000 BC and reaching a peak around 3000 BC. Often Chinchorro mummies were elaborately prepared by removing the internal organs and replacing them with vegetable fibers or animal hair. In some cases an embalmer would remove the skin and flesh from the dead body and replace them with clay Quoting: observationWhile many cultures throughout the world have sought to focus on preserving the dead elite, the Chinchorro tradition performed mummification on all members of their society, making them archaeologically significant. The decision of egalitarian preservation is proven in the mummification of the often burdensome members of society (meaning those who could not contribute to the welfare of others; the elderly, children, infants and miscarried fetuses. In fact, it is often the case that children and babies received the most elaborate mummification treatments [link to en.wikipedia.org] you know this dating /z\ is the same dating for everything including hebrew and that style of egalitarian culture with apparent love of children is up to 5000 years before hebrew was invented as a language from our phoenician language Last Edited by aether on 02/23/2014 08:28 PM |
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aether (OP) User ID: 53372331 United Kingdom 02/23/2014 08:37 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Silence is when you will remember standing beside me holding hands staring at a golden sun for no reason but that we vibrated in sync with it. It wasn't sex, it wasn't bliss or adulation. I was belonging. Until we looked down and gave reason to the fall. And I don't mean you snd I. I mean everything. is that a memory you possess It is what I am. Often mentioned as whim. A stubbed toe on the threshold. Wepawet. Woof woof. ;) Someone has to deliver the surge of defibrilation. The backbeat you can't lose it. And I thought woman was the n@gger of the world. ;) Don't mind me..I spent the day staring at the Sun. oh i get it now i think you are good at it |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 49083705 United Kingdom 02/23/2014 08:38 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I hear ya. Silence is Golden. It means people are thinking. Quoting: Seer777 And the round and round everyone wants off eventually. Another trip around the Sun. Here comes Spring. Thank God. [link to www.youtube.com] :rainbowseed: Silence is when you will remember standing beside me holding hands staring at a golden sun for no reason but that we vibrated in sync with it. It wasn't sex, it wasn't bliss or adulation. I was belonging. Until we looked down and gave reason to the fall. And I don't mean you snd I. I mean everything. I remember. It was losing said, which is worst of pains. To be 'forgotten'. Abandoned? Why does it leave? [link to www.youtube.com] Because we have to know what we are by knowing everything we are not. I'm sure we posess the levity for the task. The perpetual Apollonian and Dionysian. Chicken anyone? |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 49083705 United Kingdom 02/23/2014 08:42 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Silence is when you will remember standing beside me holding hands staring at a golden sun for no reason but that we vibrated in sync with it. It wasn't sex, it wasn't bliss or adulation. I was belonging. Until we looked down and gave reason to the fall. And I don't mean you snd I. I mean everything. is that a memory you possess It is what I am. Often mentioned as whim. A stubbed toe on the threshold. Wepawet. Woof woof. ;) Someone has to deliver the surge of defibrilation. The backbeat you can't lose it. And I thought woman was the n@gger of the world. ;) Don't mind me..I spent the day staring at the Sun. oh i get it now i think you are good at it It's all I know. The ladies have always been kind. The muses kiss the damned. The tradeoff keeps me laughing. Mostly to the consternation of others, but some recognize the cadence. Original number one. Cheers I lay on the ground like a groundhog today and shes gonna be a good year. |
Seer777 Ride the wings of the mind User ID: 50018194 United States 02/23/2014 08:42 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I remember. Quoting: Seer777 It was losing said, which is worst of pains. To be 'forgotten'. Abandoned? Why does it leave? [link to www.youtube.com] Because we have to know what we are by knowing everything we are not. I'm sure we posess the levity for the task. The perpetual Apollonian and Dionysian. Chicken anyone? A bird must land to know the sky... I get it. Not easy. But I suppose that is way it must be. I was thinking on your 'mugwumps' last night. And the cries for Agape... Last Edited by Seer777 on 02/23/2014 08:43 PM Difficulties strengthen the Mind as labor does the body... ~Seneca |
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Seer777 Ride the wings of the mind User ID: 50018194 United States 02/23/2014 08:52 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | indeed,, Quoting: nobody 50352932 comfort within value reflects boundary,, chess for instance,, without a value placed upon each piece would render the intention,, meaning-less,, whilst some-what irrelative,, the tone is within no value,, and therefore not,, much love,, Near anyone can detect a sour note... This is true. Why do we wince at said? Like a sour grape, we know immediately. Difficulties strengthen the Mind as labor does the body... ~Seneca |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 49083705 United Kingdom 02/23/2014 09:03 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I remember. Quoting: Seer777 It was losing said, which is worst of pains. To be 'forgotten'. Abandoned? Why does it leave? [link to www.youtube.com] Because we have to know what we are by knowing everything we are not. I'm sure we posess the levity for the task. The perpetual Apollonian and Dionysian. Chicken anyone? A bird must land to know the sky... I get it. Not easy. But I suppose that is way it must be. I was thinking on your 'mugwumps' last night. And the cries for Agape... We must be given something to reflect upon. Can you imagine wuelding absolute pain within absolute pleasure. Sorry if it sounds like a Wes Craven film. It seems the more in tune we become, the more that paradox becomes a palate opening flavour. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 49083705 United Kingdom 02/23/2014 09:10 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | hey see7,, Quoting: nobody 50352932 curves and/or straight lines,, may both be utilised too map a flowers grace,, yet the prefered,, is often as individual as the perfect note,, as each reflects the other within relative comprehesion,, one see's,, another listen's,, all feel,, much love,, And yet another lays in wait, hearing it come. Chin chin. You must take me to that tint street in the heart of London. ;) |
Seer777 Ride the wings of the mind User ID: 50018194 United States 02/23/2014 09:11 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Because we have to know what we are by knowing everything we are not. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 49083705 I'm sure we posess the levity for the task. The perpetual Apollonian and Dionysian. Chicken anyone? A bird must land to know the sky... I get it. Not easy. But I suppose that is way it must be. I was thinking on your 'mugwumps' last night. And the cries for Agape... We must be given something to reflect upon. Can you imagine wuelding absolute pain within absolute pleasure. Sorry if it sounds like a Wes Craven film. It seems the more in tune we become, the more that paradox becomes a palate opening flavour. Wielding said, no. Understanding said, yes. 'Absolute power' is subject to emotion. And emotion is finicky. And subject to environmental stressors. And biological ones. Difficulties strengthen the Mind as labor does the body... ~Seneca |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 49083705 United Kingdom 02/23/2014 09:23 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Because we have to know what we are by knowing everything we are not. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 49083705 I'm sure we posess the levity for the task. The perpetual Apollonian and Dionysian. Chicken anyone? A bird must land to know the sky... I get it. Not easy. But I suppose that is way it must be. I was thinking on your 'mugwumps' last night. And the cries for Agape... We must be given something to reflect upon. Can you imagine wuelding absolute pain within absolute pleasure. Sorry if it sounds like a Wes Craven film. It seems the more in tune we become, the more that paradox becomes a palate opening flavour. Wielding said, no. Understanding said, yes. 'Absolute power' is subject to emotion. And emotion is finicky. And subject to environmental stressors. And biological ones. Nothing absolute is polar. Once differentiation is introduced it can can any which way. The sheepdogs bane |
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Seer777 Ride the wings of the mind User ID: 50018194 United States 02/23/2014 09:27 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ... Quoting: Seer777 A bird must land to know the sky... I get it. Not easy. But I suppose that is way it must be. I was thinking on your 'mugwumps' last night. And the cries for Agape... We must be given something to reflect upon. Can you imagine wuelding absolute pain within absolute pleasure. Sorry if it sounds like a Wes Craven film. It seems the more in tune we become, the more that paradox becomes a palate opening flavour. Wielding said, no. Understanding said, yes. 'Absolute power' is subject to emotion. And emotion is finicky. And subject to environmental stressors. And biological ones. Nothing absolute is polar. Once differentiation is introduced it can can any which way. The sheepdogs bane I can understand that. I was thinking more what has been demonstrated by they who have believed to wield as such over history. Divide and conquer. And so it goes. 'Absolute'...as you mention, my understand of said, is there 'nothing there'. There is no 'Self'. Just crushing nothingness. And no desire to ever come back. Because there is no 'come back'. Until there is. Not sure that makes sense. But there it is. Difficulties strengthen the Mind as labor does the body... ~Seneca |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 49083705 United Kingdom 02/23/2014 09:35 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ... Quoting: Anonymous Coward 49083705 We must be given something to reflect upon. Can you imagine wuelding absolute pain within absolute pleasure. Sorry if it sounds like a Wes Craven film. It seems the more in tune we become, the more that paradox becomes a palate opening flavour. Wielding said, no. Understanding said, yes. 'Absolute power' is subject to emotion. And emotion is finicky. And subject to environmental stressors. And biological ones. Nothing absolute is polar. Once differentiation is introduced it can can any which way. The sheepdogs bane I can understand that. I was thinking more what has been demonstrated by they who have believed to wield as such over history. Divide and conquer. And so it goes. 'Absolute'...as you mention, my understand of said, is there 'nothing there'. There is no 'Self'. Just crushing nothingness. And no desire to ever come back. Because there is no 'come back'. Until there is. Not sure that makes sense. But there it is. Desire is an issue in the continuum. Perfect moments are only said in reflection. Otherwise the vision goes on seemingly forever. We substitute bliss, sensitivity and texture as a bias until we laugh at how common they should be. When one tries hard to please they look for eyes they recognize. |
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Seer777 Ride the wings of the mind User ID: 50018194 United States 02/23/2014 09:45 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I can understand that. I was thinking more what has been demonstrated by they who have believed to wield as such over history. Quoting: Seer777 Divide and conquer. And so it goes. 'Absolute'...as you mention, my understand of said, is there 'nothing there'. There is no 'Self'. Just crushing nothingness. And no desire to ever come back. Because there is no 'come back'. Until there is. Not sure that makes sense. But there it is. Desire is an issue in the continuum. Perfect moments are only said in reflection. Otherwise the vision goes on seemingly forever. We substitute bliss, sensitivity and texture as a bias until we laugh at how common they should be. When one tries hard to please they look for eyes they recognize. That's lovely. Too true. A Divine Comedy, tempered with Tragedy. The Music Makers indeed. And the Dreamers. [link to www.youtube.com] :) Last Edited by Seer777 on 02/23/2014 09:45 PM Difficulties strengthen the Mind as labor does the body... ~Seneca |
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