writing in pencil has turned to writing in red ink Resurrection – to overcome the physical, to take control over the physical. All has been given up but two things. One was actually done away with – celibacy, the other i have continually run after time and time again. The one thing that seems hardest…
Standing in the midst of a crowd. A misty shower fell down. Moments later destruction abound. Those who thought they were alive became as dead. They spread this illness as i stood watching in dread. I watched one who was infected but as a host was found neglected. She was gathered up and taken away,…
I am thinking of people and they are appearing before me. I think about them and they immediately after contact me. We are at present beginning to pass through the great arch, a new age in the days of man. But it also holds the possible fate of failure. You must be freed from all…
What will i write about? That there is an end, an approaching age of rage against what we are fighting to maintain. Or, this time has been picked to be the period that the kingdom of heaven has been brought to earth. I have been granted so much and i am choosing to be willing…
Today i began to experience this event of mortality. Not that i have not yet experienced it but that i suppose it has been close. What is it that i believe? Yet it is not my mortality that i feel, it is that of another and their loss, the leaving of the physical, the material,…
The thoughts that i should no longer conceal, the reality of today’s worldly church. A vision, that from my throat, pours out of a swelling, black, infected, sticky, hairy puss. The thought of a stiff neck and the chakra region. The information that the throat chakra represents communication and creativity. Experiencing the world symbolically through…
The vision of me, again on a bus, this time with many others. I hear enough, stand and speak. https://sites.google.com/site/archetypealgorithm/ https://archetypealgorithm.earth/
A vision of seeing women of a village crying for their infant children that had been forcibly taken from them and seeing simultaneously, the journey of the children that has brought them to adulthood, as they return to the village as men the same day as they were taken as children. https://sites.google.com/site/archetypealgorithm/ https://archetypealgorithm.earth/
Everything in this place, “this prison, this zoo” – Smith (not so that it is a prison nor a zoo) is being pulled toward something greater, more massive, having more density. The world spins creating the force of gravity, moving more mass than dust and our rain, they are drawn to the core. At the…