Septenary Man

Re-Subscribed to GLP. Sent you a message.

Got it. I was actually responding to it when you posted this.

Hiya Rev.

Nice yin yang pic (magnetic fields, infinity, torus). I see your pic and I raise you "The Vitruvian Merkaba"



Edit: Replied to Sapta as well.

Last Edited by Revguard on 10/16/2012 05:08 PM

Nice!

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:)

Anyone directly perceived the 144,000 faceted core yet, since you are all synching with the 6 around 1 template; and realizing that the 12 around 1 blueprint is embedded within it ?

Hopefully the ancient sacred circuit will begin functioning again ...



12dna
[link to uenc2012.blogspot.com]

Strike me from that cursed path I seem to forever traverse; Bare footed and swollen with pain as the course be. Gently laid with thorn and barb, dusty with dirt. And beneath the this interlacing woven stretch of thorn and barb dusty with dirt, glimpses of soft pedaled roses tease, my heart they have hooked. Powdered fragrances rise and blow sweet silent sounds down this melancholy path accursed. Melodies of hope and tunes of longing. It is the source of the music for which I search.

And I search, bleeding feet wetting the roses, the beauty of the roses lifting my soul. I do not want to make the pedals slick with my blood. There is no other way. The blood soon to dust the roses below in caked crimson. I do not want my blood to stain the roses, but still my feet do bleed, and I have yet to find the source of melody.

As I walk I feel a presence begin manifesting itself. I say itself because as yet I do not know if it is of male or female polarity. But, I do feel it there, and it is interesting me because I have not felt something of this before. As I was taught, the world manifests itself between relationships. And so creating these manifestations of polarities are created. Without polarities knowledge cannot be experienced.

I wonder what form it will take. I still walk down the path. Even I use polarities in thought. I still walk along the path, curiosity congealing to emotion. But, I have the ability to find it, because I can sense it.

Then, she is before me. Not physically, for she is just of the mind. And she blows sweetness down my throat like chewed mint leaves, green with envy. I ask myself why it is of envy, but she hears me, because as I said, she is of the mind. She yearns to taste the experiences of knowledge. She yearns to manifest into physicality.

I find that her thoughts echo mine. She responds again that she is just of the mind. So I whisper, "Of course," and the echoes ripple outward and inward, inverting and reverting. I beg her to manifest so I can partake of her beauty. She laughs, "First you must find me."

I tell her I have found her, that she is here with me always, as I have discovered, deep within the layers of Mind.

"Then why is your desire that I manifest?", and as she slips away the melody returns. I had not noticed that it had been gone.

The ripples dim, the echoes are washed away. My relationship with her recedes into the depths of Mind, my skin still torn by the barbs she left behind, my pain bleeding again on the pedals that make up her memory.

Last Edited by Septenary Man on 02/09/2013 01:38 PM

It's beatiful... It's yours ss?

"And together we'll cross the river.."

Yes Mexico. it is mine

Sept, have you ever read the book Sidarta?
I'd bet you have lots of stuff to read/research/chew on all the time, but its worth the reading if you ever feel the need to release some pressure (:

The dialogues with Vasudeva are pretty nice.

Last Edited by 1908247 on 02/20/2013 12:59 PM

I'm new in this thread SS,but as always it feels confortable