01-08-2015, 12:07 AM
That very last post evokes a want of my tears--I could feel your expression.
Since college era, besides a few exceptions, I have not had cd's, listened to music channels (not even in a car), or read books. I just realized, the mediums I allowed in life were only those that spoke directly to my awareness personally. YET, I listened to every single word of my two (now 3) teachers. I typically read a sentence or two from book sources, and when I read more, I tailor the interpretations. Rusted Root (music) was a freak happening for over a year, and its synchronicity was spot on. My 2nd teacher appeared immediately.
We obtained a yearling racehorse which we named Rusted Root. One day Rusted Root got rambuctious and fucked the top of my hand up pinning it to a rough pine post. For many days, if I forgot and put that hand in my pocket I would receive a painful jolt from the raw nerves. This reception of pain was also incredibly ecstatic because its source was Rusted Root. (I so wanted for the pain, but only got the exquisite rush if spontaneous.)
Most of the art, music, words, gestures, and stories you mean for me turn me on. The guy who is walking funny and spastic was hilarious to me. I thought to be circumspect, but I am past that. I simply trust myself how to approach the unknown.
The magic of ...... loving ego and having detachment ....... Guided ego= spirit _______________________________________________________________________________ intent Illusion NOT!
Since college era, besides a few exceptions, I have not had cd's, listened to music channels (not even in a car), or read books. I just realized, the mediums I allowed in life were only those that spoke directly to my awareness personally. YET, I listened to every single word of my two (now 3) teachers. I typically read a sentence or two from book sources, and when I read more, I tailor the interpretations. Rusted Root (music) was a freak happening for over a year, and its synchronicity was spot on. My 2nd teacher appeared immediately.
We obtained a yearling racehorse which we named Rusted Root. One day Rusted Root got rambuctious and fucked the top of my hand up pinning it to a rough pine post. For many days, if I forgot and put that hand in my pocket I would receive a painful jolt from the raw nerves. This reception of pain was also incredibly ecstatic because its source was Rusted Root. (I so wanted for the pain, but only got the exquisite rush if spontaneous.)
Most of the art, music, words, gestures, and stories you mean for me turn me on. The guy who is walking funny and spastic was hilarious to me. I thought to be circumspect, but I am past that. I simply trust myself how to approach the unknown.
The magic of ...... loving ego and having detachment ....... Guided ego= spirit _______________________________________________________________________________ intent Illusion NOT!