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Wolf call - NagualMoonWolf - 08-28-2012
Wolf call
During the full moon's rays
In late summer fragrant breeze
Wolf meet and sing songs Spirit
Visions and dances
meetings
Wolf call - Cedar Waxwing - 08-29-2012
Long ago, in a cold land far away, there lived a brother and sister who loved each other very much. But they quarreled all the time. They argued about anything and everything. "It's cold," the sister would say. Her brother would shake his head. "It's not too cold." "Spring will be here soon," the sister would say happily. "It's spring already, foolish sister." the brother argued. Day in and day out they quarreled. Now we would say they were as different from each other as night from day.
One day the sister awoke and said to her brother, "We must change." "We must NOT change," he disagreed. But she was determined. "I think we should transform ourselves into wolves and travel together in harmony as they do."
"Wolves howl," he said. "We must not become wolves."
"We'll become bears," she suggested. "Bears are amiable creatures."
"Bears are blunderers," he said.
"We'll become salmon and swim together down river."
"The water is cold. We should not become salmon," the brother said firmly.
"Beavers, then," she said. "The Great Spirit praises the beaver who works with his brothers."
"We do not want to have sharp teeth," said the brother. "We must not become beavers."
"Seals, then," said the sister. "Their great soft eyes are evidence that they are as kind as we should become."
"Slithery creature," the brother shuddered. "We should not become seals." All day they argued. Each time the sister suggested an animal they might become, the brother scowled and said, "No, no, no!" She recommended caribou and musk, oxen, eagles, and deer, but he was not convinced. Each Arctic animals the sister suggested brought argument from her brother.
"All right," she said at last, "I will become the sun and rule the skies!" She snatched a flaming torch of moss from the fire and ran outside. "No, I shall rule the skies," he cried, and he too grabbed a torch and began to chase her. They ran round and round their igloo, their torches flaming brightly.
The sister turned and ran toward the frozen fields, and all the animals watched in wonder as the brother gave chase after her. Deep into the tundra they ran- faster and until their torches looked like shooting flames. Suddenly the sister began to rise into the sky. "Oh," she cried as she rose, and gazed down at the land to see that her brother, too, had begun to rise.
"We're moving to the sky," she called, "and I will rule," and with that she reached and put out her brother's torch with the touch of her cold hand. Higher and higher they flew in their chase. "I put out your light because you need no light. You will not rule the sky," the sister called.
"I will," he argued, but his torch, darkened now, grew silvery in the chilled air. As they rose, the sister help her golden torch and her brother raised his silver flame. Higher and higher they drifted, still arguing until at last they were so high that down below the people and all the village igloos looked like toys dotting the cold, snowy land.
"I will warm the land for our people," the sister said, and her brother looked and felt a pang of longing for the people and the land he loved. "I have no warmth," he said. "But I will offer light when you are resting."
"That is what we shall do," the sister agreed, for they both loved their people and the land, and they knew they must now share the sky.
And so the brother and the sister became the Sun and the Moon, sharing the task of lighting the world. They still watch over their people, and if you look closely you'll se their faces looking down on the earth. Brother's light is cold and clear and gazed longingly below. Sister's light is the brightest of smiles, for she knows their transformation helped the world to grow. Both of them cherish the power and wisdom of their light and the pleasure it brings to all the people of the Earth.
Wolf call - NagualMoonWolf - 08-29-2012
dream together is the invitation
find each other and make life energy vibrate
Birds eye stare through a crack - this moment
Spirit sees and strengthens our intent!
Wolf call - rosygyro - 08-30-2012
Has any one done any study into dreaming upright!..
In the old elizabethan slums.. dock workers would pay a small sum for a part of a length of rope tied across an interior of a building.
they would simply drape their arms over the rope and lean forward to sleep..
the floors would be wet filth and it was healthier than lying down in open sewerage!
obviously dreamin gof this style is pretty naff... as everyone who did it had a pretty poor existence.
but hey they may have been happy!
DRUNK.
Wolf call - glance left - 08-31-2012
Can dream upright, with your eyes open
Call it dreaming awake. Done it more than once....and know others here have experienced it as well. Try gazing at a wall...soft gaze....and just sink deeper into silence. Watch for flickering blobs of colored light which appear...for me yellow and/or blue typically. For me, these amorphous blobs tend to evolve and then develop thin rippling lines which sometimes form scintillating mandala-like eddies...almost like fine rippling wavelets one sees if an insect lands in water and is still flickering its wings. Every now and then, dream scenes will become available within this context...depending on how deep I can release beyond this state. Takes deep silent detachment while maintaining sustained intensity of awareness. Rare state! But definitely possible
Wolf call - rosygyro - 08-31-2012
i can dream awake.. can dream while i dance.. can go into trance.. can roll a speaker on its side and turn the music accross the wheel!
I can take a room of a thousand clubbers and twist them to the rose!
I can walk through crowds with a waggle dance and tear chaotic magic from other areas of the gig.. from areas of all gigs across the party world!
I can steer the massless formless thousands with a stumble a flick.. a desicion to go left instaed of right..
and still they say "He fell over on purpose" as if its somehow cheating!
Wolf call - rosygyro - 08-31-2012
I have never wanted to astrally project, never wanted to remoteley see!
I dream a path in MEST over time i move and am the same!
How can i leave my body unless my astral form is welcome "outside"?
How can my body be happy to see me leave unless something stands up within which is welcome equally?
Until the answer to this is balanced i swear to never dream.. not while sleeping anyway..
its not worth the risk to karma..
If i could astrally project or dream in matter it would be in the knife and its edge..
but how to find the scalpel of an honourable surgeon...
and avoid self harming schoolgirls or those who use a knife without discretion.
until i get an answer to this i refuse to dream inside matter.. especially within the edge!
Wolf call - rosygyro - 08-31-2012
If i cannot dream outsied for fear of invading another rights to be ininvaded i cannot justify it.
If i cannot dream in matter for fear of being a part of a blunt instrument or stabbing weapon i cannot justify it!
all i can do it seems is either dream of repetitivly stabbing myself in the ass.. or not dream!
Wolf call - rosygyro - 08-31-2012
I am sorry i post so many times, but this place wont let me edit!
here is my most RECENT rendition of the rose... lastnight!
Wolf call - glance left - 08-31-2012
Fear distorts dreaming, thats for sure. And fear that accompanies delusions of grandeur? Paranoia
Wolf call - rosygyro - 08-31-2012
I do genuinly see the wheel of life in the random nature of crowds and cities..
in fact i am one of few people it seems who finds agriculture stifling and robotic..
and urban chaos a holiday from gossiping farmers wives!
if it isnt included in your vision of freedom then then dont do it!
paranoia whats that?
Wolf call - glance left - 08-31-2012
Watch the emporer
He knows, deep down
He tries to hide it but, you'll catch glimpse of the sleight of hand which inadvertantly betrays the truth
Wolf call - NagualMoonWolf - 09-01-2012
Wolf call - rosygyro - 09-01-2012
Forebearance- The art of withholding power without betraying the interrelationship of life!
Sorceric forebearance- The art of traveling a warrior path through MEST in order to SHIFT the jewels of forebearance to a new position permanently, without the need for awarness to operate them anymore..
NAGUAL forebearance.- The art of removing a potential nagual man who has failed his quest this lifetime from the TONAL.
paranoia whats that?
Wolf call - glance left - 09-01-2012
Paranoia - The inevitable compulsion which fills the space created by distortions of one's being when indulging in delusions of grandeur. e.g. the fear associated with one who, perhaps unconsciously, knows one is inevitably facing Nagual forebearance.
Wolf call - glance left - 09-01-2012
It's what's under power over
beneath aloof
between what's separate
We can fill that space with something else...something less of ourselves: friendship...consideration...affection. like wolves filling the night with their song.
Thank you NMW!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L28CnhmeAD4
Wolf call - messengerpidgeon - 09-01-2012
thank you Glance .
Wolf call - messengerpidgeon - 09-01-2012
amazing how shifting walls when staring at walls can be... so different in perceptions
Wolf call - messengerpidgeon - 09-01-2012
Cedar i enjoyed the story , Rosy you paint or are painted with a brush similarly , we might share a few emanations or something , and moon wolf i heard the call , but i don't know what it might be . something is changing here , it is noticable , the walls are melting i think like Glance has described here . I am trying to say that , the veil is thin and we can see beneath the emperors clothes now. everyone.
Wolf call - glance left - 09-01-2012
messengerpidgeon wrote:amazing how shifting walls when staring at walls can be... so different in perceptions
LOL...agreed! There's a wave undulated there...in the presumed fixed solidity. Can catch it with subtle attention...and ride it in the body. I wonder how far?
Wolf call - Cedar Waxwing - 09-01-2012
messengerpidgeon wrote: moon wolf i heard the call , but i don't know what it might be . something is changing here , it is noticable , the walls are melting i think like Glance has described here . I am trying to say that , the veil is thin and we can see beneath the emperors clothes now. everyone.Yes! Something is changing here. In last night's Blue Moon, heard the call to all of us wolves. Could see in a lucid state, our sparks pull together in spirit. Joy for every person and post, as is, our abstract creation. We awoke as a pack and we know it. Like you said mp, .everyone.
Wolf call - NagualMoonWolf - 09-02-2012
Grandmother moon song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L28CnhmeAD4
Grandmother moon prayer
http://www.youtube.com/wa...cumk&feature=related
Wolf call - rosygyro - 09-02-2012
drownedhorseshead
1) identify the shape and format of a mind when it first attempts to make the assemblage point fluid...should they have failed fluidity of assemblage they will have weakened their own energetic structure and more likely than not will be caught on an eneregtci form of a long dead sorcerer!
the sorcerers awarness is still moving through time on our planet like the death defier... but unlike the death defier its "life" is animated by the troubles, resistence and reactions of its many many slaves! It lives off those who believe in fluidity but who have not given 100%
2)Identify a pattern within energetic attachment and "fibre exchange" which serves a broader purpose than simple "fibre retrieval" and "fibre expulsion"...for instance.. a child who has been abused loses a fibre to her abuser!(fact) and her abuser unless an extremely skilled ejector of foreing fibres will house that lost fibre somehwere in his form(fact) This fibre which those who perpetuate abuse for magical means hold is a means to trap them!
It may be once the sword is defined true and spear is unleashed.. that even the sickest of men and their acts committed are enslaved by the aforementioned dead sorcerer and his passage to infinity "within" the troubles.
the sorcerer is DEAD in global MEST his body long turned to dust...
the being you see is an amalgam an aggregate of living peoples challenge!
PLOT the deep west of the medicine wheel.. if not to undercut your living adversaries.. then to silence the beginning of us all!
FOREBEARANCE.. in MEST.
Is like being aware of the sorcerer and being shot in the back by his barbs instead of fooled as if his will is your own...
however MEST is huge so it is not just your own passage you prevent from streaming through the door you peer through!
you must prevent ALL uncontrolled energy from streaming through!
of those you share the west with.. some are fools and some malevolent1
The deepest west... may be just two very old hands, holding very old staffs of living trees.
it must not be allowed to be sorceric... if.. (and this is the case..)
If when the nagual hits your form it chooses to sTOP either yourself in time..which will result in a catapulting of yourself attatchmentless forward with life.it is good.
if however it sees your SORCERIC form of uncontrolled spider like legs in the backs of others, undercutting their life "within fluidity" it will STOP your sorceric energy body.. and make of you a living spider.. the human severed within its self made machinations.
Identify the deepest west.. without undercutting the living.. but using the immpeccability of seeking origin to silence the energy of others attachment.
Eventully we can find the sorcerer dead who makes weak men steal fibres through action apon the newest of our kin...
the original sorcerer plots his path using the birth of the new...
it is too powerful for some to not be perverted by!
identify the sound of those becoming fluid.
prepares stones in the west for those who have no strength of their own!
Wolf call - rosygyro - 09-02-2012
HYPNOSIS- is a dead sorcerer..
we may find even the worst of us have no true memory of their attrocities once the sorcerer is put to rest in the west!
people who do stupid things on stage under hypnosis forgive their "own" behaviour easily once awoken!
Wolf call - glance left - 09-02-2012
Yeah, saw those guys on Youtube vids a couple days ago. Felt the ugliness of the act (stage hypnotism)....like a rancid echo of something still finding means of external expression. Felt like a kind of ethereal sadism. Fascination with it felt like a trap, to be sure