Sitting with Eyes closed,
feet crossed, relaxed,
with mind and hands open;
Within the Void of the Screen
of the mental Non-stimuli,
something so curious
begins to unfold:
The Mind,
when left alone,
will construct for itself
a sort-of playground of thoughts.
These thoughts are not the Enemy;
they are indications and signals;
they are residual reverberations
of higher-dimensional activity;
that is to say, if I may,
of a higher-dimensional Entity,
the physical shell of which is Body;
unto itself a Chapel of Sacred Mirrors;
Organs, Chakras, Emotion, Reason;
a Vessel for something Greater:
Thy Godself is there.
(hiding within the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors)
The Godself is there:
(within the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors)
Allow thy Godself
to become actualized,
all else shall fall into place;
though not before it has all
fallen terribly out of place.
Thy Path implies sacrifice;
Sacrifice not thy Path.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 8:01 AM UTC
Sitting with Eyes closed,
feet crossed, relaxed,
with mind and hands open;
Within the Void of the Screen
of the mental Non-stimuli,
something so curious
begins to unfold:
The Mind,
when left alone,
will construct for itself
a sort-of playground of thoughts.
These thoughts are not the Enemy;
they are indications and signals;
they are residual reverberations
of higher-dimensional activity;
that is to say, if I may,
of a higher-dimensional Entity,
the physical shell of which is Body;
unto itself a Chapel of Sacred Mirrors;
Organs, Chakras, Emotion, Reason;
a Vessel for something Greater:
Thy Godself is there.
(hiding within the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors)
The Godself is there:
(within the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors)
Allow thy Godself
to become actualized,
all else shall fall into place;
though not before it has all
fallen terribly out of place.
Thy Path implies sacrifice;
Sacrifice not thy Path.
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