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I was getting
a pillow
for my mom
who is in hospice care
and as I went
I bashed my knee
on a piece of furniture
so hard
that I had to sit down
and moan in pain
and later
it became red
and probably will
develop a bad bruise
so my practices,
many of which
I do standing up
and dancing,
had to be changed,
so I tried the new way
of doing them
sitting on a chair
and to my surprise
I thought they were better,
so once again
it has been shown to me
that accidents
and unintentional occurances
sometimes
are the best things
that can happen.
Eclipsing Moon Sep 2011
Astral Souls
A Chapter by Eclipsing Moon-blood red


musings on the connection and joining of the reincarnated souls each new time...how many linked souls or spirits does one determine are in one original soul


Warning
This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.


I select Mature because I refuse to subject younger minds to transcendental thoughts...





Astral projection is more real at this point in my life than the daily occurances in my so called normal life..to know me is to know there is nothing normal about Me.

   Projection to Me is the natural state of existance of soul beings and the travel to assist others is done subconciously and consciously in my daily and nightly moments of tuned in

travel in the Astral level...meditation is my natural way of entering this state and complete quiet and ****** movement is not required..when My spirit tunes into a spirit requiring thought of mental healing or just discussion on that level I "tune in" to the reality of that space in time...and that spirit and merge with the spirit and experience it with them.

   Clearing the spirit of a soul is required by the joining with them ..and letting them experience Astral thru Me ...while I calm them internally in their physical form...many traumatic injuries can be treated in this manner..by taking over the pain and healing the body from inside...pain is only karma needing balancing and occurs to promote the understanding of situations...best assisted by allowing a spirit to be in the body of the teacher/friend to see what the lesson is.



Post script:

I simply did not follow that line in the process..ty for mentioning the responsibilities it brings...I'm gonna post that on the reviews as I've answered several questions along the same order..you will notice I said it is karma and involvement in karma is responsibility...I never attempt to alter personal lessons with out consulting with the entity...pain is for karmic teaching..I do not aleviate it unless I must to remove a certain type of situation...such as a broken leg in physical life that is very painful and no pain medicine is around..the blood pressure can get way too high in certain situations...so yes..i will intervene in certain death situations if My guides concur...it is only then that WE would decide that action...it is far from simple as Kerry commented...I sent her an explanation on that...responsibility wise it is a heavy karmic responsibility and I claim no god complex..if I dont share with enlightened beings such as YOU..then I am at fault for keeping it secret...I assure you it does not seem God like from here...kinda like deep doodoo for spirit help...I would never wish that on anyone....I am still searching...Yes always will be ,,a physical body is a trust ..an endowment to care for...if the difficulty were my personal choice and mine alone to decide...I would resign the honor...but it is not...The laws of Dharma And Karma require Me to choose to learn ...until My time ..this time..is over...teaching and learning is MY responsibility...clear as a singing bowl's ring...OmManiPadme Om.





Guided Meditation



On closing my eyes I see a insect ...it takes on air around its body by trapping it in its hair follicles..it then dives slowly into the depths and goes..down ...down...down..until it reaches a hidden rock cave..where it goes in and deposits its air bubble..on exiting it repeats this process and traps more air at the surface...only yo go down ..down..down..again ...time after time...repetition is my focus and it is soothing to my mind..it gives it a focus to relieve the tension...I stay until the focus ..removes My fear...to be contd.






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Joanie Poston Feb 2013
The medical Examiner was dumbfounded and shocked
By what he saw when he opened her up
The heart was where the brain should be
And in the area where the heart should be was a note
It read the following:

Dear examiner
            I couldn't come up with worthwhile ideas until I left these matters
to the heart. so I took out my brain you see, and replaced it with something far more useful, but unfortunately that has left me in a pickle because I forgot I needed it to breath. I guess being the person I am, matters of the heart were far more important.
                       Sincerely with love,
                                        the dead girl
jepuckett Nov 2016
Disaster:
A sudden event
An accident
A Catastrophe
Great damage or
Loss of life
A volcano
Decimates
The population
****
One
In ten
Teach them a lesson.
A decimation is punishment for the whole
Make an example out of them
See? It could be your skeleton
Freeze framed in a blanket of ash
Fossilized
An example made of you
for those who come after
Before us there was no disaster
Only event
The earth is that man
Holding the rifle
Righteous in his conviction
But he will not pass out cigarettes before he shoots you
It's all a choice:
End the war
Or we end up
Another fossil on the side of that grey gravel road
SySy  Mar 2015
It's My Fault
SySy Mar 2015
First things first
Learning lessons hurts.
If you can't picture that mixture
Of words than how can you picture
Perfection?
We strive for our ideals through trial and error,
We build to gain and if you're reading this now you've come far wise soul
Even though it is foretold
that error is what hurts us the most
We still continue to make them as if there is a demand for it.
A constant supply of mistake per being, they're selling like hot cakes!
But I deal with mine through accepting my natural reactions and reacting naturally,
from the heart and soul at all occurances.
Then atleast I know regardless
of bad judgement,
I did what I felt right at the time
And if I fail,
I will always accept the fault is
all mine.
"...here, where the blades in the ceiling
          interrupt...
     this...is the place you left
          home to get locked out from..."
                             --Sally Van Doren.

Step again, and we move along
the haphazard course of tragic occurances
expressed as the passage of news events.
Elegant, the couple has immunity by
the honor of necessary respect.  In this
perspective, looking at the ceiling we, all,
see the patterns of the stars, currents
of speculation and the influence from space.

{ [ _ q int r ( q ) ] / ( d e , d n ) } =
[ d u _ ( x ) y ( N , Z ) ] .

After it had gone away, the memory was
a continuation.  Each comparison left its
emptiness; only the universe continued to be
a ceiling above the (floor, bed).  In the flowers,
the next springs bouncing through their
allotment, the years were reaching for
a prominent eternity.  The change of phase
being self determined, like the space of
quotation, the resolution adjusted the course of
needed, pine forests, needed barrels of oil, rain,
sustainable living becoming the fire

of the rebuilding.  This, we remembered with
journalism by interpretation, pointing to importance.
A faint "hello?"
I turned
"Yeah?"
"Im scared" even fainter
"Why?"
I stuttered
"This world is too dark"
"But you...youre in a closet"
His only words were,
"Exactly"
_____
This world we live in
The voices we often hear
Are nothing but occurances.
Nothing but odd happenings.
This world
Is out of controll
And we,
Have nobody to blame
but ourselves
Our rebellious nature.
We all have a clone in the closet
Scared of everything.
My clone
My other me
Resides there
Watching everything from the dark.
The world's evil is waiting
Like a shark
Hanging around to see the pain.
The world
Is over
...
It has been
Yet we continue to abide.
Corrupt
To the core.
A place where everyone thinks
Everybody's a *****.
We are outraged by the littlest things.
And
Im beggining to fall faint
Ive grown tired of this life.
Its used.
Generic.
I wish we could be something else entirely
Sounds great.
Because im just old me.
Abandoned, if you will.
Im just a poet
That just keeps noticing
Noticing
Noticing.
This...
Voice in the closet
is wiser than any one of us
Next time you hear them,
**take a listen
Carl Hoek Dec 2015
colors we saw when we were kids are gone now
there was vitrified rock
a volcano maybe
even an unidentified blast

he ran at me like a terrified dog
i tried to help my son
but by the time we got to the hospital
he was already gone

why this desert?
why are there no insects?

human records exist
they always die trying to escape

in the geographic pattern
animal occurances
time dialted beauty

what or where is my eraticism
petrol, eayon, venus , mars , off kilter

steady magnetic stream
my compass stables

pulse
pulse
we
all get magnet affected
please message me im desperate
natalie  Jun 2014
12:18am
natalie Jun 2014
i just refer to humans as various atmospheric occurances and sometimes daydream if people were colors which one of my tee shirts would be closest to his laugh
how is that poetic
06.06.14
Job  Aug 2014
Sistene
Job Aug 2014
The view from the Chapel shows fingers close yet apart,
The essence persists but cannot reach the core;
Asking for happiness is out of the question,
But peace of mind is waiting impatiently.

Great and terrible occurances don't rely on thought,
The gift of perception allows us to be strong;
Then perceptions become realities--at least to us,
OH--if only you didn't have to stare at that ceiling!

The sun's power effects me greatly,
My body aches for my soul in the night.
How can a person be grateful for every breath;
OH--why did I fall in love with the morning?!

To receive things so knowingly undeserved,
Pushes me towards my destiny;
When trees fall and mouths rest content,
OH--to feel happiness for one glorious moment!

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