04-24-2010, 12:00 AM
they both in seem to think they are the same sorceress.. yet i see the inorganic that lives between them..
i dont know why it does this ..
i presume so that people such as myself will tear their hair out at how infuriating it is..
and hence give the inorganic.. energy in the form of "common sense" about the structure and relative placement of worldly events...
essentially this inorganic.. feeds on ME.. but in the process forces me to make concrete statements about TIme , the feminine, and geography!
its almost like its trying to make me tear it into SEGMENTS!.. so that it ceases to be a single thing anymore!
i have never killed an inorganic.. but i have definatley walked one to death...or at least walked it until it didnt have enough other human minds to carry it! so its food source dried up..( as i was in a liminal warrior area of the assemblage that no man in his right mind would occupy by choice.. it just swayed.. like a hybrid semi transparent football mascot costume.. and sort of fell through me onto the floor! which is what i wanted to do.. but it fell first! hee hee!
i also once wrestled a giant Jellyfish creature for about three days in waking reality.. to start with its electric driving centres terrified me utterly... but eventually... after spending an afternoon trying to physically shapeshift into a 23foot jellyfish.. to see what my parents thought when they found it in the kitchen... it just died.. and stayed in place all wet on the tiles.
its still there in "the otherworld kitchen" . it wont seem to disintegrate... and no-one really knows what to do with it!
absoluteley mental!
I sort of presume its now a form of otherworld strength! It cant feed on me anymore can it! I wouldnt exactly call it a flier!" but what the hey!
if it was a flier it would be funny...but the flier i met when i was early castaneda studying.. was at night and was a quick dark dark green shadow.. it had only a spiritual form.. but still reminded me of a panther or something! It was next to a vintage white car with dark tinted windows at night in a field.. and to be honest i sort of rebelled against my own power to stay in control and half hopped and half "jogged" away in mild panic!".. ..but that was the first one i met.. so standing my ground was possibly not expected of me!" "tensegrity in wilderness locations"
followed by liquid mescaline...... ahh the folly of youth.. when you imagine these things wont alter you intrinsicly forever!... basicly i spent a day and half talking to meadow grass smoke burning on geometrically perfect log fires and watching eternal patterns in the synchronised patterns of midges ( little mosquitos)...contemplating the strange eagle, stars, crescents and parrallell linesof reality material as they converged accross our milkyway! I then tried to elope accross country with strangers but couldnt quite relegate the fact that my then girlfriend was looking really pissed with me for not really having a clue what reality actually was! I then accidently found someone elses thrown away wet clay "disposable fetish" and picked up a huge amountof unnecissary spiritual pain while being chased by angry bees. That was the start of my warriorship! The next day i spent jumping accross rocks like don genaro.. trying to get my tentacles to operate and being laughed at by my mates for being weird..
Since then i would have to say... that crushing all your negative energy into a ball of wet clay and chucking it at a rock to get rid of it is particularly irresponsible when there are kids around!.. and if anything eating the clay would be much more ZEN!
equally... some people may look like shaman, act like shaman and speak like shamen....for which i am ETERNALLY gratefull!"
Ping!
i dont know why it does this ..
i presume so that people such as myself will tear their hair out at how infuriating it is..
and hence give the inorganic.. energy in the form of "common sense" about the structure and relative placement of worldly events...
essentially this inorganic.. feeds on ME.. but in the process forces me to make concrete statements about TIme , the feminine, and geography!
its almost like its trying to make me tear it into SEGMENTS!.. so that it ceases to be a single thing anymore!
i have never killed an inorganic.. but i have definatley walked one to death...or at least walked it until it didnt have enough other human minds to carry it! so its food source dried up..( as i was in a liminal warrior area of the assemblage that no man in his right mind would occupy by choice.. it just swayed.. like a hybrid semi transparent football mascot costume.. and sort of fell through me onto the floor! which is what i wanted to do.. but it fell first! hee hee!
i also once wrestled a giant Jellyfish creature for about three days in waking reality.. to start with its electric driving centres terrified me utterly... but eventually... after spending an afternoon trying to physically shapeshift into a 23foot jellyfish.. to see what my parents thought when they found it in the kitchen... it just died.. and stayed in place all wet on the tiles.
its still there in "the otherworld kitchen" . it wont seem to disintegrate... and no-one really knows what to do with it!
absoluteley mental!
I sort of presume its now a form of otherworld strength! It cant feed on me anymore can it! I wouldnt exactly call it a flier!" but what the hey!
if it was a flier it would be funny...but the flier i met when i was early castaneda studying.. was at night and was a quick dark dark green shadow.. it had only a spiritual form.. but still reminded me of a panther or something! It was next to a vintage white car with dark tinted windows at night in a field.. and to be honest i sort of rebelled against my own power to stay in control and half hopped and half "jogged" away in mild panic!".. ..but that was the first one i met.. so standing my ground was possibly not expected of me!" "tensegrity in wilderness locations"
followed by liquid mescaline...... ahh the folly of youth.. when you imagine these things wont alter you intrinsicly forever!... basicly i spent a day and half talking to meadow grass smoke burning on geometrically perfect log fires and watching eternal patterns in the synchronised patterns of midges ( little mosquitos)...contemplating the strange eagle, stars, crescents and parrallell linesof reality material as they converged accross our milkyway! I then tried to elope accross country with strangers but couldnt quite relegate the fact that my then girlfriend was looking really pissed with me for not really having a clue what reality actually was! I then accidently found someone elses thrown away wet clay "disposable fetish" and picked up a huge amountof unnecissary spiritual pain while being chased by angry bees. That was the start of my warriorship! The next day i spent jumping accross rocks like don genaro.. trying to get my tentacles to operate and being laughed at by my mates for being weird..
Since then i would have to say... that crushing all your negative energy into a ball of wet clay and chucking it at a rock to get rid of it is particularly irresponsible when there are kids around!.. and if anything eating the clay would be much more ZEN!
equally... some people may look like shaman, act like shaman and speak like shamen....for which i am ETERNALLY gratefull!"
Ping!