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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 75822891  United States06/27/2019 08:39 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | |
| Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 75822891 United States06/27/2019 08:43 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | I shudder into a single-celled organism, microscopic pinholes of "Being" that, yet, collectively, fasten the hinges on joints or conduct the lungs in pumping rhythmic breaths. The cells are unaware that collectively, they orchestrate the breathing of an allegedly unified organism that is not even aware of its constant inhalations and exhalations. The subtext of this organism is operating on a unicellular level and a much more progressive tier as well, a tier integrating countless iterations of muscle, organ and skin, in organized function. In only one body, a universe of multifaceted systems collide, intersect, and populate a microcosm. Where does the spirit compelling the system dwell? |
| Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 75822891 United States06/27/2019 08:47 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Where the green man dwelleth. The axis mundi and the tau cross, broad as a spine upon which shoulders outstretch, a spine with the head of an ankh, and no feet. A willing serpent that slithers and falls face-first towards its tail...seeking eggs to devour, its jaws fasten upon itself. It becomes the egg, the head of the ankh upon which the Tau is outstretched, is hung The Hanged Man, "to myself I sacrifice thee", he spoke into his own eye. his chest is pierced by an inner prometheus, and his winning fire bleeds from the wound and drips into the dirt. Upside down by the rope, bloody dirt below becomes the sky, the salt of his tears feed the roof of golgotha - the kingdom of the skull. |
| Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 75822891 United States06/27/2019 08:50 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | he hangs until he realizes that instead of being trapped inside the world, the world has been trapped inside him - behind his eyes. the word of creation emerges like an elixer. For the rain of speaking the lost name unbinds ancient melodies from the eardrum tombs of gods. A song that sings itself flows out of his eyes, as if an inner sun conspired to inform the flowers of distant stars that the language of light is the chorus of worlds, not merely the powers which devise them. that the object which is created is won to become the creator of objects, and that the origin of either star or seed is bent between the seeing eye and the seen. |
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| In a Nutshell... User ID: 77753757 United States06/27/2019 09:28 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | In a nutshell, it's the tale of the Pearl of Great Price, hidden in a field... The wise merchantman sold all that he had and bought that field... Everything in life has a particular catharsis connected to it. But it's what is NOT seen which requires faith to glimpse. Sublime, mysterious, and ridiculous are the manifold ways... Indeed... |
| Longing For User ID: 77753757 United States06/27/2019 09:32 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Aren't you guys longing for a perception or certain understanding which has just more than polarized pieces -- there are always two. Don't you find that maddening? No one ever mentions the "third" and other pieces?!?! Just because there is an affirmative and negative doens't mean the complete mean and median isn't available as well... |
| Monty Python User ID: 77726670 United States06/28/2019 12:16 AM  Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | There is no proper way to organize this petrified stream. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 75822891 It eludes grasping, as it is liquid at the base, yet solid at the trunk, like a tree. Originating as a polar cosmogony, with anatomical roots in the spine, and metaphorical roots in the earth. As a literal entity, it towers and looms over its symbolic shadow, an immortal elder species with a voice lost to time, each leaf a fingerprint outstretched into space - a library for the sun, and archive for a star to impress upon the earth the language of light in each green oracle. Thus was the Green Man born beyond inner and outer space, into the luscious liminal that spun around the maypole, marrying cardinal directions with temporal subspace. Creating ripples throughout a manner of speaking in "omnitense" - a manner of speaking known as myth.  Monty Python's Flying Circus |
| Plebs all around User ID: 77759782  Germany06/28/2019 12:39 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 77766818 United States06/28/2019 12:42 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 77743250 United States06/28/2019 12:44 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Don't you find that maddening? Quoting: Longing For 77753757 No one ever mentions the "third" and other pieces?!?! Three part process [link to www.healthline.com (secure)] |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 12734397 United States06/28/2019 12:54 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | |
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| Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 75822891 United States07/24/2019 03:21 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Titania's Theme ( What Angel Wakes Me ) 1st Dancing on the wind Up and down again Round and round the bend Fa-la-la-la-la-la From a flowery bed To the clouds, ascend Tumble down again Fa-la-la-la-la-la Yet with each descent Do we rise again To our hearts content Fa-la-la-la-la-la Fly away, my friend for a day, and then you'll begin again Fa-la-la-la-la-la <'Til dawn turns the skies, Wan't 'em quiet, wanton silence, For both do belie, Wondering when we'll be.... > (Repeat 1st, Replace <> with next verse) Still time turns the skies Gentle song, gentle wandering Alone in the night, joyous cries, we are free. Chorus La-la-la-la-la ??no one has the fact??, (or "now we have some fun" possibly ) Do not ?? me now follow these, Flowers cast aloft Fa-la-la-la-la, ?? remember me ring-a-ling-a-ling, Ring-a-ling-a-ling? Powers in this place, ?? ?? these things, ?? that we bring ring-a-ling-a-ling, Bringing everything together we... ??? (Not sure here, hard to hear, may be a repeat chorus) --- 2nd Autumn's whisper soaring high, Lulla-lulla lullaby. Baby's breath and butterflies Singing our sweet lullaby Summer child with heavy eyes, Lulla-lulla lullaby. Come a lonely angel of light(?) singing our sweet lullaby. Time wilts and fades, Luster lost, in the rain, Lost and silent, till the spring flows again. |
| Boes User ID: 77329196  Netherlands07/24/2019 03:37 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | |
| Wakey Wakey Eggs & Bakey User ID: 77848449 United States07/24/2019 05:55 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Just because your feeble ego of a waking mind are unable to comprehend what they are saying does not mean they have not confessed their intentions to your much more aware subconscious mind. After all you HAVE accepted so many of their fairy tales to be true and lived accordingly... The law of Karma entails they MUST make you aware of what they are doing and get you to agree or they violate your Free Will. Doing so is very bad for them as nobody wants to suffer longer then they have to. open your awareness and you will see there confessions built and encoded into every symbolic aspect and expression of the system they wish you to adhere to. TIME to wake up. |
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| Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 75822891 United States07/29/2019 11:47 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | |
| 7..X.LePsihoLog User ID: 77861935  Croatia07/29/2019 12:20 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | he hangs until he realizes that instead of being trapped inside the world, the world has been trapped inside him - behind his eyes. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 75822891 the word of creation emerges like an elixer. For the rain of speaking the lost name unbinds ancient melodies from the eardrum tombs of gods. A song that sings itself flows out of his eyes, as if an inner sun conspired to inform the flowers of distant stars that the language of light is the chorus of worlds, not merely the powers which devise them. that the object which is created is won to become the creator of objects, and that the origin of either star or seed is bent between the seeing eye and the seen. nice.... |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 77840105 United States07/29/2019 12:45 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | he hangs until he realizes that instead of being trapped inside the world, the world has been trapped inside him - behind his eyes. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 75822891 the word of creation emerges like an elixer. For the rain of speaking the lost name unbinds ancient melodies from the eardrum tombs of gods. A song that sings itself flows out of his eyes, as if an inner sun conspired to inform the flowers of distant stars that the language of light is the chorus of worlds, not merely the powers which devise them. that the object which is created is won to become the creator of objects, and that the origin of either star or seed is bent between the seeing eye and the seen.  |
| Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 75822891 United States07/29/2019 12:53 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | he hangs until he realizes that instead of being trapped inside the world, the world has been trapped inside him - behind his eyes. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 75822891 the word of creation emerges like an elixer. For the rain of speaking the lost name unbinds ancient melodies from the eardrum tombs of gods. A song that sings itself flows out of his eyes, as if an inner sun conspired to inform the flowers of distant stars that the language of light is the chorus of worlds, not merely the powers which devise them. that the object which is created is won to become the creator of objects, and that the origin of either star or seed is bent between the seeing eye and the seen.  |
