05-06-2010, 12:00 AM
my father concieved my presence whilst on acid in 1975!...
he was a photographer for rolling stone "aledgedly"
he named me harley as they were his favourite machines..
he then disappeared with my namesake before i was a year old!
i treasured a silver hashpipe of his made of many pieces that screwed together...
as my only sentient connection to him! throughout my childhood and teens!!!
when my father finally returned from darkest africa.. (johannesburg))......
i showed him the pipe i had treasured in his absence...
he said thankyou and put it in his pocket...
and gave me a broken lighter in "exchange"...
and then went back to africa...
and "disrobed" my entire life.. as the pipe that went with him... caused a tear,, of tap, and dies, screw threads and wonderment""££
that sent me into a deep evaluating time..... as my physical father had been missing for nineteen years..
and now my "representative" of him had gone .."in the same direction admittedly"
within three months.. I had decided to begin to aquiesce.. an individual form of enlightenment.... that explained my angst!
I sincereley thank my father.. for making me question tensions in the dream,,,,
and also for making me think of africa my whole life! when i begain to read theun mares books...
I discoved i had a twentyone year arrow pointing straight at southafrica..
which is where theun lives..
It hit my aura with some force,,
I spoke to my father last week on the Telephone Communication Systems!"
and explained i would rather send presents such as books by boat... as it represented a profound curvature of the earth,, which airmail.. would devalue!
then the icelandic volcanoe exploded and all the planes stopped flying!
I am in love.. and love is the law!
if the law is love,,, why place value on a gift or a theft it makes no difference!
shamans lose because they dont let go!
he was a photographer for rolling stone "aledgedly"
he named me harley as they were his favourite machines..
he then disappeared with my namesake before i was a year old!
i treasured a silver hashpipe of his made of many pieces that screwed together...
as my only sentient connection to him! throughout my childhood and teens!!!
when my father finally returned from darkest africa.. (johannesburg))......
i showed him the pipe i had treasured in his absence...
he said thankyou and put it in his pocket...
and gave me a broken lighter in "exchange"...
and then went back to africa...
and "disrobed" my entire life.. as the pipe that went with him... caused a tear,, of tap, and dies, screw threads and wonderment""££
that sent me into a deep evaluating time..... as my physical father had been missing for nineteen years..
and now my "representative" of him had gone .."in the same direction admittedly"
within three months.. I had decided to begin to aquiesce.. an individual form of enlightenment.... that explained my angst!
I sincereley thank my father.. for making me question tensions in the dream,,,,
and also for making me think of africa my whole life! when i begain to read theun mares books...
I discoved i had a twentyone year arrow pointing straight at southafrica..
which is where theun lives..
It hit my aura with some force,,
I spoke to my father last week on the Telephone Communication Systems!"
and explained i would rather send presents such as books by boat... as it represented a profound curvature of the earth,, which airmail.. would devalue!
then the icelandic volcanoe exploded and all the planes stopped flying!
I am in love.. and love is the law!
if the law is love,,, why place value on a gift or a theft it makes no difference!
shamans lose because they dont let go!