The Art of Do

[serloco]

Oops. Was I declaring power again? Call the cops.. Oh yeah they work for me.

[bit shiny]

Wandering into a street like a dream

Two sides are fighting

A high ranking officer appears and tells you to take your position

Clueing on to what's happening and saying that your not interested or involved and knowing that its a trap

The pull around you is felt and the scene still appears

It is the current human condition

To be strong enough to exit the scene
Where

It is not enough to stay stationed

As fighting against said side

It is necessary to walk out other side

Into open field yet it will not be so easy

As neither side will give an inch

Each glance brings like a magnet it's complimenting glance

In order to pass awareness a new arrangement must be made to stay outside and field beyond

This point view splits

Both dreams now exist

Without new arrangement of awareness

It is a matter of time until such reopens channels whether or not you focus yet will draw you back

New arrangements vary yet power is No help in this case

As power means to engage again from point which has not found balance

And power is not alone in power

Power is waiting

In the street to begin where it left off

Time and time again

This is also meant to occur

The trick is going to be whether or not after playing into the part you can be released from it

And more than this

It is the very awareness of detachment which is necessary

To reach the power necessary to escape power

And Gravity is not as it appears

I would prefer to leave the street

I have and will do so

Yet not before business is finished first

So as to be followed into field beyond

And knowing assuredly that those innocents left behind remain safe

And delivered those that need be

And I will never stop

Ever

Until this assurance given suffice

[Guest]

serloco wrote:I don't think I have great skill really. I am a perfectionist. I reach power and I know what I know but I am humble to my world. My neighbor next door read my mind about manifesting and started a lesson for me, giving my pointers. I am a student. The world is far greater then the self. Lessons are everywhere when you look for them. Reality has many roles and one of them is the perfect teacher. I was taught to speak of power brings power to you. Naturally it beckons the way and makes active that which is spoken.

You say you have great skill. You love to talk about yourself a lot. Like, a whole lot. Paragraphs of your accomplishments and sometimes there's no direct audience.

Speaking of power, I guess can bring power. Though the skilled spellcasters move past the spoken word and into thought. There's a lot of arrogance for someone who has such limited skill.

[Billy]

serloco- "No, billy the art of do, or doing, not doing your wife, nor the art of doo-doo."

The art of do, is the art of doo-doo and of doing my wife.   As to "Kaomea's newest home".. hmm- now there is an idea.   As to her being a male, I assure you she's been there/done that.  Kaomea wears my pants and a strap on to boot(y).



    bit shiny does the best abstraction here by his metaphor that 'all the world is a stage.'  He brings one round to basics.  

In the 'art of doing ass' I forgot the most important thing, which is why I eat it.  I do Susan's **** because it smells pungent and TASTES great.  Going to bit shiny's new objective arrangement, when I am hungry I can use a finger for a spoon.. and, why eat if I don't love ****?     

    What is it I desire in my devious playful heart?  That question is always an answer to where power meets power as in bit shiny's street fight (perceptual 'real' world stage).

   To comprehend bit shiny's point, ask yourself why I eat Susan's ass (why I do anything).  I do not play my part to be released; my hungry heart simply eats what it sees in its devious playful nature.  Period.  (thus I am free)

    None of you have Billy's heart, except for Kaomea, who took everything Billy.



               Where is my lost (ininvited) puppy?  Kaomea, where are you?

[bit shiny]

The problem I see

Too much bullshit

We will get the simple answer

Required to proceed

With power

[bit shiny]

What's the answer

Impeccibility means power

If to Chose loose words

I will stand upon them the same

[Billy]

There is some power for ya bit shiny

[Billy]

[bit shiny]

Once upon a time

I n. An r ay a ay

Through the front door came

[bit shiny]

Are you aware

[bit shiny]

Do you think once upon a times dream for ever

[Billy]

LAUGH --of course not!   am I stealing another thread?     

I'm sorry.

And............... since I'm stealing anyway:





A few years ago I had the most auspicious, stupendous recapitulation, and I soared.  
Emptiness came to me and blessed me with peace and utter detachment foundation.  
I had already navigated dark night of the soul and despair in prior years.
I also had nirvana a dozen years back.

Less than 2 years ago, I posted something on the site, and thereby met serloco.

Serloco illuminated that I was self-assigning limitations; showed me power of ideas.
Serloco pointed to synchronicity as power, where before I ignored that.
He sent distinct emanations showing both infinite expanse and constricture.
He brought me into his fluidity, and soon put me in the second attention.
That reinvented dramatically and forever all of my family relationships in one night.
Serloco told me I was doomed.  I recovered (smile).
He threatened hell and petrified me by condensed synchronicity of the demonic dark.
Serloco prompted me to have a larger vision; gave me empiricism of the death defier.
He taught me to claim power and become bullet-proof.
Then came 'next'- choosing intent in live playfare, and so I began telling my world.
My bodily ailments were cured, and I became markedly younger.
He taught me to have a fierce heart, one that knows what it longs for, and to TASTE.
Serloco showed me the icy coldness of infinity, and that I was a hunter of power.
Knowledge and intent is power.  He told me to SEE/use the bridge of intent to form.

Then I met Kaomea, who taught me volumes about the art of stalking and manipulation.
Kaomea gave me the gift of selfless singular pin-point focus for advanced freedom.
Kaomea gave me opportunities to learn fluid transitions, and to stay fluid.
She turned me on to effective meditation with her timeliness.  
Kaomea has shown me the art of detached/attachment- and that cold love is 'real.'

Rosygyro showed me insanity is made sensible in chaote perception.
bit shiny brings clear objective picturing in 'paradox' that is not paradox (as he knows).

I'm surprised to hear serloco say the world is bigger than the (his?) self..            heh..

the world is not necessarily bigger than myself, as I would CHOOSE otherwise!

Perhaps like Kaomea, serloco enjoys being pissed and **** on.  Oooohh ,   Billy is feeling nasty  ..

Susan is giving (denying/lol) him some serious **** as she is currently adverse to Billy.

Seems like Kaomea is fucking Billy over..   AGAIN!



Thing is I learned to like ****, not like ****, or not like ANYTHING except Billy.

Hey----- I even like not liking Billy [so long as he is patient and wise]

Billy is pure heart-Billy.

Learn how to do EGO the right way you assholes!!!

[bit shiny]

I am the sun

[Guest]

And I, the moon.

[Billy]

How SWEET!  A masculine Kaomea kissing the effeminate bit shiny to become one and the same [still assholes in any evolutionary revision]

[Julio Juliopolis]

Ok, everyone just stop! Let's all cool down, take a timeout, listen to some Neil Diamond, and return later with clearer heads.

[serloco]

No Kaomea, I wasnt asking you for permission to beckon power. And I disagree an experienced spell caster will use everything that works for them.

[serloco]

Don't get me wrong billy.. I bow before none, however the unknown is vast and reality knows everything I know and much more..

[serloco]

Impeccibility does harness power. Great power indeed. I wouldnt stomp that truth at any cost. However power is claimed and placed exactly where the warrior wants it to be. Like Julian I saw years ago that I dont need to be any way, shape or form to have the power I require.

[serloco]

You know what Kaomea. I adore myself. I excel at everything. My words are beautiful and hold the way for me. I express myself well and share power to those who seek it. I often re-read my words and enjoy doing so. I love myself greatly and I love to listen to my wisdom. I cut through the **** and bring the goods.

[serloco]

And why do you say that my friend dont use my power to learn and see and do what I do? Obviously I use my power and share my power with the ones I teach. I help, with my power, them to gain power of their own. Indeed a good nagual will move their awareness into positions of power that I share with them. You come in here trying to attack that and tell me no, it wasn't my power that did it. It wasnt my intent to move them. Get real.

[serloco]

And I will serial post this comment, adding to my last. Call it an act of being rude if you want to. More invalid seeing on your part. I suggest you use your seeing if you can before making up comments that aren't true. If you saw you would see my awareness and my power surely does affect the ones I teach. And to make three posts is not being rude either. You actually think I am being rude by posting three posts in a row? Wow. Deluded.

[bit shiny]

It is functional

And being upright
Means I have integrated self

I have no problem with it

There are two types of killers I am told

One who likes to make a point

The other who just wants it to end

I would posit a third though

One who offers the person aimed at their own choice their own destiny

Sometimes it is the way that two destinies are brought together

Sometimes even the truth must press

In a way it must

And appear as something else

Sometimes the killer is not there to kill you at all

But wake you up

Even if waking you up

Upright means even you may align your seed as you came to do

Not a mistake

Destiny

[serloco]

Destiny is not something offered to you by a man on the side of the road. It is not something you buy. Destiny is free.

[bit shiny]

Sometimes what we think we want
Does not free us

Sometimes freedom is death

Sometimes freedom comes at a cost