05-07-2010, 12:00 AM
The assemblage point is the mystery...
the human counterpart is the subjective experiment to its movement
a man who chooses his assemblage positions...
becomes a beast od burden within his own cocoon of likes and dislikes
a warrior sets his assemblage on a path.. energised with his intent!
over time he experiences many frames of reference and worldview..
these give him totality of awarness...
which he would never have chosen under his own desires...
the warriors assemblage point is like a bird taking flight...
or like an animal that accompanies a hunter...
the two are symbiotic of a single cry!
when the bird is flying, or the wolf howling, or the lion playing!
the tonal is perfected...
when the assemblage point is an extension of a mans desire.. it is no longer living!
it has become a tool...much like the person!
Perfect- without flaw...
perfect day to die- the divine ritual!
perfect day to make love- the divine ritual.
perfect- to recognise every other being... as having a thin veil of absolute nothingness between him and you!!!
in essence the confusing quick spirit of the nagual...creates a trap of illusion nourishment and omen...
regardless of how you are fooled or victorious...
the nagual creates the show..
other people are a mystery....you cannot cut through the thin veil of the nagual to find another...
the only way is IN.. to the centre of yourself.. where your follies collide.....
maybe then the nothingness expresses a second angle!
PERFECT!
the human counterpart is the subjective experiment to its movement
a man who chooses his assemblage positions...
becomes a beast od burden within his own cocoon of likes and dislikes
a warrior sets his assemblage on a path.. energised with his intent!
over time he experiences many frames of reference and worldview..
these give him totality of awarness...
which he would never have chosen under his own desires...
the warriors assemblage point is like a bird taking flight...
or like an animal that accompanies a hunter...
the two are symbiotic of a single cry!
when the bird is flying, or the wolf howling, or the lion playing!
the tonal is perfected...
when the assemblage point is an extension of a mans desire.. it is no longer living!
it has become a tool...much like the person!
Perfect- without flaw...
perfect day to die- the divine ritual!
perfect day to make love- the divine ritual.
perfect- to recognise every other being... as having a thin veil of absolute nothingness between him and you!!!
in essence the confusing quick spirit of the nagual...creates a trap of illusion nourishment and omen...
regardless of how you are fooled or victorious...
the nagual creates the show..
other people are a mystery....you cannot cut through the thin veil of the nagual to find another...
the only way is IN.. to the centre of yourself.. where your follies collide.....
maybe then the nothingness expresses a second angle!
PERFECT!