naguals an flyers..

[glance left]

"I wouldnt want to meet me when i am dead"

Ghost hunter. They're out there, I know.

It behooves me to dispense with the predator-prey motif while in the here and now. I can imagine that I can't imagine the nightmare associated with taking what I can't let go of with me post mortem. Getting a taste of it, periodically, is the cure for boredom. As is getting a taste of the sense of liberation when I do let go.

Awareness itself is the best motivator to further dilating the pupil. But being/feeling haunted works too, when I can help but look back over my shoulder

[Mornings Son]

rosygyro wrote:LIFE DEATH.This poesi taken me fine around. thank you rosy ))))

[Mornings Son]

glance left wrote:Space heals. I believe it.
Glance... Space heals... space as Sunyata ? If so it the healing of clearing and letting go of

[glance left]

Sunyata. I had to look it up Yeah, voidness or emptiness. Let go and become clear, as you so.

For me, it just means that I let go and become clear of what was impeding awareness. Let go of self reflection, which happens at the level of thoughts. When I do this, space opens up within and extends outward into everything I'm perceiving. Energy comes surging through that space....I can only assume that it heals, once those conduits are open.

My only task, right now, is to deepen and perpetuate that clearing and letting go. What intent does with the influx of energy is its own business...I'm happy to be of service Right now, my sphere of action is pretty small.

[rosygyro]

when red ball drops as we age "relative" to the death count and the rebirth of mankind.
How much of this drop is mandatory inclusiveness? and how much is expendable?
i believe in fluidity,  but not in abandonment.

the path of the habitual assemblage point is causing our world to be destroyed.
sorcerery seems to be the classic "man sawing branch apon which he is sat, further side of the cut from the tree."
must make thigs right again..

[glance left]

Space heals. I wonder how much others are affected by the sense of space opened up in the presence of the warrior or nagual simply upholding it? Then again.....direct intervention is sometimes required, I guess.

I remember, years ago, I was riding the Coaster from San Diego to Oceanside for work. I was in a funk due to an argument with my wife earlier that morning....really angry and I couldn't stop obsessing about what had happened (please forgive, I'm pretty sure I've told this story before). As I was sitting there on the train, all coiled up in a quivering ball of poisonous resentment inside, I was startled by this sharp jolt through the seat from behind me. Someone had kicked the seat....I thought it was kids on the Coaster goofing around. My thoughts stopped, in the shock...but soon returned when nothing else happened. Within a minute, I was back to my inner turmoil. And then, after a few minutes, another jolt from the seat behind me. Just one...!bam!. Again, I was stopped....the jolt interrupting the inner machinery of my thoughts....and, again, I returned to my anger after a few moments, fueled by compulsive thoughts. After stewing a little while longer, a received another jolt against the seat from behind me. This one more intense than the others, knocking me forward in my seat...!BAM!. Well, I'd had it and jumped up on my knees on the seat to turn and confront whoever was ruining my funk. Looking over the seat, I saw an old Mexican worker, dressed in khakis and a flannel work shirt. I asked, harshly, "Can I HELP you with something!?" He gave me one moment of attention, looking into my eyes and then turned to gaze, unconcerned, at the coastline. I'm telling you, that one moment our eyes met, it was like looking into a black hole....pure emptiness filled with awareness looking back at me from those depths. All of my anger and self pity got sucked into that black hole and simply vanished. I knew he was a sorcerer (in a manner of speaking)....and I knew there was nothing else to say so I turned back around in my seat and rode the rest of the way north in pure silence and inner peace. At one of the stops in just south of Oceanside, he got up to leave the commuter train and, as he passed, I simply said, "Thank you" out loud. He paused, for a split second without turning around, and continued off the train.

So, yeah.....he intervened, on the one hand....delivering a jolt that momentarily stopped me....and then, more importantly, opened up a cavernous hole of emptiness between us when I turned to confront him. It shattered my self reflection, and all those shards just disappeared down that hole, leaving me empty as well. Empty and aware.

So, the impetus to intervene, when needed, on the one hand....and then the impetus to bring non-judgment and empty awareness on the other. My impression is that empty awareness.....spirit...infinity....recognizes itself in others. So, I want to open up to that empty awareness, first and foremost....clean my "link with intent", as DJ put it...and then, I guess, be willing to intervene when called upon.

[glance left]

LOL....just did I Ching for this morning. Initial hexagram is "A Powerful Jolt"

[Mornings Son]

wow. I feel your story )))))

Oi ! I ching is good i find as well

[glance left]

Yeah, the reading's are always spot on

[rosygyro]

i was 16 and being bullied by an asian kid at school.i had had enough.a took a pottery toola small wooden pear shaped handle with a three inch pin stilleto spike on it.and went to meet him fully intending to puncture his heartfor the first time ever he was polite.....

[rosygyro]

This other time (still 16)
i really fancied this girl
and went into her bedroom
and saw her cure poster on the wall
by way way of conversation i said
"hasn't robert smith got a bit fat?"
she saud
"why are you so ugly?"
and i walked away pride broken and alsost crying.
aww/

[rosygyro]

then i got my first girlfriend..
and we just used to %*$# at 11 am in between lessons
and then at lunchtime
then before dinner.. and after dinner..
and other times through the day..
and i lost contact with my friends
and had become lost in having a girlfriend.

[rosygyro]

then there was this time in 1999
when i had started doing tensegrity
and was doing it out in some ancient valley in wales UK
and then i did a hit of mescaline
and got wrongsided by a swarm of mosquitos
and chased aound in the dark by a dark green panther.

[rosygyro]

then there was this time when i was 7 years old
and i was in the school toilets
sitting down and having a wee
and i shouted out to another boy
"why are they called balls when you only have one?"
he laughed and said "you have 2".
and i realised that something was wrong.

[rosygyro]

then there was this time when i was 14
and had had an operation to descend my left testicle as well as a routine cicumcision.
and i got back from hospital and went around to a friends house
who had scored a bucnch of psylocybe mushrooms.
and we set them out on the table
and he went downstairs to get a drink
and a stole a load of his share and had a really %*%**%% had trip
because my parents arrived back a day early.
although really it was probably lucky as they made me stay in.

[rosygyro]

Then there was this time when the teacher at school was threatening to beat me

with some bamboo for urinating on a gravestone in the churchyard
and i was crying at him with tears in my eyes
claiming i was just squeezing some wet moss.

[rosygyro]

then there was this time when i was copying the fall guy/dukes of hazzard
when they run away from a burning car and dive on the ground and it explodes.
so i practiced on a junk car on our rented property
and then got into the back of my mums car and set the drivers seat on fire
discovered it had child locks and i couldnt get out.
luckily they saw the smoke.

later my sister bought me a crust of bread and a cup of water.. to be supportive

[rosygyro]

then there was this time when i was on acid and i tried to get my girlfriends
whole hand up my @$!+
and midway through i had a doubt.

[rosygyro]

then thee was this time a was having sex with my 3rd girfriend while on magic mushrooms
and just as i was about to cum i saw my freind daniel
standing on a hillside lit my lightning and i said his name
and freaked out.

[rosygyro]

then there was this time on philosophers stones truffles
that i thought i was jesus
and so i threw a disposeable lighter on the fire
and crouched down staring at it waiting for it to explode
and it just melted as it was empty.

[rosygyro]

then there was this time i was trying to commit suicide by otherworld
and was following wierd people who were basicly just
an orange ball with a head on top of it..
and i got to the london underground and had a vsion of my death.
and decided to go home again.

[rosygyro]

then there was this time i had a dream about two orange ballons rubbing against each other
and woke up because i had ejacultated.

[Mornings Son]

Thank you for sharing rosy. Some trips man !!!!

The ancient valley and the green panther, what teaching did you learn for that experience?

[rosygyro]

Mornings Son wrote:Thank you for sharing rosy. Some trips man !!!!

The ancient valley and the green panther, what teaching did you learn for that experience?That was a bit of a wierd trip.
There were a lot of shamanic types about as it was at a retreat centreat the largest single drop waterfall in the british isles.
I was reading theun mares warrior books at the timeand as it was a festival weekend me and my partner had decided tot ake the caravanand i had loaded it up with all the crystals i owned, all the books i was reading, as well as my sketch pads and pencils etc..i literally had the majority of my possessions there.I was still in my nymphomaniac stage and my older girlfriendwas really annoyed that i didnt want to retreat to the caravan and %%@!so she left me by the fire.which had turned into a hexagonevery branch to place on it was along the lines of a hexagon etc..i stared at the fire i guess for hours until it got lightand still tripping i discovered that everyone i knewhad become wrathfull deities overnightand i no longer knew them as social entities.
i became terribly bound to my partner and realised i wanted to leave heri tried to run away with a group of travellers in an ambulancebut was tripping so hard i couldnt speak and explain i was a captive.ended up going back at the end of the festival with my older witch partner.
its just one in a long list of times i started off an evening all full of ambitiongot wrecked by the spiritand spent days recovering..
..............Its horrid but i was so weak in my teens and twenties thati couldnt end relationships unless i betrayed or broke it.i couldn't just walk away.and the nymphomania was so bad that there  were girls i truly felt forwho simply lived too far away to make multi-times a day sex possibleand so i would find a nearby sex relationship instead as having a full sex life was my priority.
.............
I tell you what.. the day i got hit by the tumbler or whateverand went from 2 hour sex where most of it would be me trying to orgasm.to ejaculating into a condom before i had even got it on or in, up or wet was Horrible.imagine being a nymphomaniac who cannot %%@!and whos mind has also gone.horrid horrid times.
warriorship doesnt have to be all extreme sport, karate and mind games.all it has to be is the thing that nearly kills you.

[rosygyro]

Having trouble today.
It seems once we banish our flyers
Other humans in self deceit will invade tonal to escape the reality of their own.
It seems once we cultivate the unknowable in forebearance it becomes a honeypot for the unwanted of other cast out foreign fibres.
In truth it seems to me that the celebration of the great work dawning is a fear for the untested .
The awakening is a multitude in recapitulation, a multitude laid bare in intent as well as past deed as the two will not, cannot be separate .
Who cares about gleaning knowledge by inferring it as possession?
Flyer of the ANTI-ME.. be with me, I prefer your company now.