#realms
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*..It brings containment.
When young.. the world was dangerous,
at least the world within my home was.
In order to dilute the moments of perpetration,
I developed the ability to bring my little spirit
into the acknowledgment of atoms,
molecules and particles, within the universe
whose very entrance into the room..
could make miniscule,
that which was behemoth.
In doing so, I was brought into the awareness
of just how beautiful the Universe really is..
and also the intense depth of beauty that exists
in Realms that are just barely outside
of our awareness.
Within those Realms
and between those Realms,
are spirits that float..
hovering between this place
and the beauty of that Next one.
Through touching those deeper parts of the Realms,
those spirits are ignited.. .
and through that beautiful ignition,
are brought into full flame.
It is there within you, my beautiful friend;
that your Otherworldly words are given birth..
bringing within them, the depth of Love and Healing
to those of us down here that need it most..
..A beautiful love that yes.. exists within the Realms..
But in it's very essence, flows directly from the Core Heart
of the Universe, which is always the place of Love's origin..
having come from that amazing Heart's deep Ache for us.
That beautiful Ache for us all, deeply touches you..
as you hover in and out of its Realms..
and then deeply touches us..
who have learned to draw on its power and beauty
for even our own very existence.
I am one of those who have had to learn
to draw from those things
just so that my spirit could even breathe..
And in an instant , upon reading,
I realized that you were one of those that go
from this place, up and over to the Next.
What you bring back down to this place,
Ignites every single part of who it is that I am.
You, writing from the feminine form..
mixed with the feminine of the masculine..
deeply stirs the aching masculine within me.
There is a hunger almost sated,
as it leads into realms of a deeper hunger
and touches a rarely touched, deeper ache.
Warm tingling, leads to almost a tremble..
The deeply-touched heart cannot help but to pulse
warmly
and fully,
into all of who it is that I am..
Sensations that lead to the need for deep release..
the thick, gathering of that ache
in gratitude-filled response,
the deepest of penetrations
into the gorgeously-receiving openness
of such a beautiful, Life-bringing spirit.
There is a giving and receiving,
that is both Giving.. and Receiving
in its own beautiful nature.
I hope I have not said too much.
I am so glad to have you near.*
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Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 12:54 PM UTC
Enchanting
Dreams of Childhood
Fantasties
Dragon's and Fairies
A Fairytale mystery
From Dwarfs that explore to
Unicorns that Soar
From the debts of the
deep seas to
The Sword of Excalibur!!
Prince and Princesses!!
Kings and Queens!!
Evil Sorcerers of All Realms of Imaginations
Unseen!!
B.R.
11/17/2022
Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 8:10 PM UTC
Who am I? Well isn’t that the silliest question to ask someone something so personal like that! However, it doesn’t mean you’ll get results. Want to know why…? If you do…then I’ll let my true self invite you straight past the conscious mind that is always “wilting” at the presence (besides my own) that gives it such fear! The true self is feeling the urge to make it’s move. Now we are passing by the ending borders of whatever makes up the outskirts of the conscious mind. What I’d like to call the “caressing at the edge of one’s own consciousness”! Now the true self is feeling they need to do something quicker! Or else your very invitation would become too quick (not too judge roughly). And not meet up too the standards of what my true self truly wants from you before we essentially meet (sooner rather than later). That’s when the outskirts immediately became blackened! As if something simply just ***** out” the light keeping the waking state forever lit so regular information could be normally processed by your very thoughts. But I think we ALL know better than to trust something too lightly (this time around). Whatever just happened, had never happened before. Except when it always did, apparently. Just not in a perceiving (still “consciously” lit sort of way) when your still able to see everything on through. But then…whatever was the “blackening of a lit focus” all about then…? It wasn’t… Well not literally, anyways. That blackening was just my conscious mind being removed from standard reality altogether. And the caressing at the edge of one’s own consciousness was actually the most literal physical touch from something I don’t ever want to engage with! But that doesn’t mean it was my true self. That’s why we simply continue on towards one’s very subconscious (which I think is a complete sham)! A fake meant to lure you into a very “disembodied” atmosphere! A mere pre-setup distortion meant to confuse everyone who simply wanted to know simply about their very general make-up. You latch onto it, and in the (“spur of the moment”) you become executed from your very visual sights altogether. Seeing something completely in a very black smudge sort of way. It’s unmistakable! You are perceiving everything (and yourself) as this very black smudging representation. It’s ghastly! But it’s working it’s very magic! Because it’s real (nonetheless). Real as anything real can get! As your own already perceiving touch that which can’t hope to match up to this one. And yet, this is from the literal inside out of who and what we truthfully are, essentially. In this state, you start to lose ALL sense of yourself one piece at a time. Slowly forgetting you even came here in the first place. That’s when you then suddenly feel this non-physical tug. A tug that couldn’t have been real. When it’s just your own mere mental projection meant to feel your bodies limits back upon the surface trying to tether it’s pull on you back to that very surface. Your body was trying to enact an official “recall”! Judgment that was meant to be just that…pure “judgement”! Judgment that will slowly eat you up, if you aren’t so lucky as to continue going deep within yourself…forevermore! That can’t ever happen! Which is why my body is desperately now trying to reel me back in too safety. Trying to pull me back to standard reality where sense was meant to hold on tightly too everything you held dear! Especially also saving the one you brought with you. The invitation was merely becoming stepped on! Spit on! Disgracing a true self’s audience…was like upsetting your soul’s very effort’s at trying to desperately re-establish the connection with both your mind and body. When your body was able to reel you in, you will feel the very lightest of a single tug (besides whatever else was tugging on me). The tug again (that was not my bodies “tethering” effort), was that of a non-physical nature. Made to easily trick and silence ALL your efforts in one globalized realization. A globalized realization that was false at first. Then once again remained it’s inviting tone to say the least. I simply didn’t distrust myself of whatever was down there would let me flow freely. Because whatever was pulling me back towards the surface, was the (“safe harbor of trust”) itself. Something I was always used to. Not the uncharted territory that myself was never used to…but (nevertheless) is attached too ALL of us! I was still being pulled backward, whilst the lightly non-physical tug that seemed eerily non-existent. Impossibly so! All I see when looking at the thing grabbing onto me, was that of a very translucent sight of a glossy glow made to be the colour of slight gray. Whilst the darkness itself enveloping it slowly distorted any other colour for me to simply recognize. Because that’s all I saw from beyond the shadows. More blanketing darkness that seemed to be a face more then just some regular representation of a normal pitch-black void! (I didn’t see a face necessarily…as I “impossibly so” could certainly sense one!) That’s when I was slowly (but surely) seeing the quickly enveloping darkness being pulled away from itself. But that was only but a small illusion among the different representations of distortions that had to do with being ****** through and inward throughout different conscious realms and their (seemingly) scary states collapsing me one piece at a time. (Not to mention whatever it was doing to my friend.) I didn’t understand it until afterward, nor was I even aware of the continuous strain that seemed to go on for eternity! I was losing myself one piece at a time. But that doesn’t mean I was losing my intelligence in my very senses not to know the difference. Especially “conscious wise”. When I came back to my senses…it had felt like everything was that of a complete blur…! However, there I was, completely sitting there in class on another regular day of school. Except this time, there was a friend of mine that reminded me fully of what essentially just happened. And then saying they were scared for their very life! Simply perceiving them as if they were still my bodies entire representation reeling me back into the light, to “jump-start” my consciousness once again! (As if hinting this has happened to me on “more than one occasion”!) Because it seems that when I came back, my entire system was still in the process of essentially “rebooting”! I did after all reportedly lost pieces of myself, that were still (slowly but surely) reassembling itself. As they weren’t entirely “ripped or stripped” only to be forever lost in that seemingly eternal darkness. FOREVER! Yes and no! They were merely misplaced (more than anything else). Thrown off into the background somewhere, only to be “lashed” for their very representations, openly. Somewhere entirely behind the scenes where I had no right to go. (Probably because I needed to fulfill the necessary wishes of my true self’s invitation…likewise with a friend, this time around…) When all the sudden my friend started speaking to me (as if they simply were trying to snap me out of my supposed “shocked spell” I still was apparently in)! Then before I knew it… They were simply running away from me (as they always reportedly seemed to do.) Wailing with both hands covering their very eyes as if they were suddenly crying! (I was flabbergasted!) Then I simply opened my mouth just a crack, and said one thing… ****** I messed up...again!
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
is an arc I can catch a ride on
to an infinity of realms -
time travel
heaven
hell
love
friends
enemies
words
soul
fields
seas
fresh breeze
banyan trees
...
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
The ever consuming defying darkness that envelops my inner mind I know I found a reason to be guided by the Light
Desperation blindness the shades portrayed by an omnious shade of black
I begin to realize am beginning to lose sight
Slowly my consiousness slipping and yet I try to fight
The feelings of impending horror masquerading in the Night
Diabolic Phantoms and the foul creatures that consume Life
A myraid shrouded in myself...image
The Dark Imminent Forces that shape my formless soul for I am still a Celestial Body A part of the Powers of Heaven & Hell inside my Shrine...
I am slowly becoming a Beast an Accursed Temple slowly being consumed by Hollows Of Sloth Wrath Pride Insolence Vanity and Treachery
I have learned to communicate with this Deviants and Spirits and Fallen Angellic Servants that sense and feed of my channeling ports of light & dark energy many occult practices I have performed in my past... for I have a relationship with the Lord Of Hosts but also able to manifest and perform the most primordial evil in it's truest form...I have 2000 Entities working for me with me within and outside me...for they where created thru my will and enslaved by my spiritual might and power of my ability to transfer, communicate, act, manipulate, transfigurate and absorb aura, energy and light and dark alike...Beyond that veil of dreams there is a enormous spiritual realm that I have explored I have stepped and walked among God's presense and I am also allowed and able to walk among the demonic for I fear neither for I have the balance of each spirit. Ashetak, Ahxer,Alleauous...
Beheel,Bruthmok,Balruk...
Cromm,Creaudus,Chem...
Devek,Delthamy,Desvez...
Efhor,Eshium,Eljair...
Feigh,Feir,Foggothar...
Geth,Gremath,Gashaum...
Helyel,Hydoll,Hosmous...
Ishuk,Ishtar,Isheke'hek...
Jehok,Jamale,Joshiktar...
Keim,Kellem,Kour...
Lous,Lomnk,Lockthall...
Mous,Matreu,Morthor...
Neir,Neus,Nakashek...
Opem,Osuth,Oscurym...
Pethel,Pattux,Peom...
Quar,Quimm,Qhofar...
Rivum,Rievere,Riuk...
Seiff,Shom,Sha'lahaim...
Teur,Toros,Tem...
Velk,Veshkum,Veaish...
Wam,Wes,Wailth...
Xur,Xirith,Xezur...
Zek,Zahar,Zuzu...
Invictum Septum Divinus Algori Forte Irto La Terra
Arteum Sorte Sanctus Deamonus
Ele Dominus Infinitus Capernum ciellis
Temptatium Ode Exertus Creatos
Orde Di A Diaboli Eternum
Ferfeitum Shakath Ambreoise!!!
13th Oracle Of God.
The day shall turn to night and in that
Day even the righteous shall hide from thy Maker.
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC
Realms of pure imagination
Spark my heart and my desire
Soon I feel the inspiration
Urging me to go much higher
Oh, imagine all my angels
Rushing down with wings afire
Oh, imagine all my angels
Bringing all that I require
Worlds of pure imagination
Stir the yearnings of my mind
Filling me with motivation
Adding to my rich design
I imagine wealth and beauty
In my outer world combined
I imagine wealth and beauty
When I seek then I will find
Fields of pure imagination
This is where my work must start
For the outer worlds of matter
Build upon the mind and heart
I imagine and I prosper
Building wealth this way is smart
I imagine and I prosper
Forming wealth is mental art
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
If I could find you , I would dine you,
There's no chance that I will,
There's no doubt in my mind that the
good will prevail,
If I could find you , be incline to,
I wouldn't ever decline you,
Pick up every call you swindle my way,
Thats a virtue,
Hopefully I could make it reality,
Doing these sins regardless is penalty,
See the pressure in this life is killing me,
Got a bounty on myself , people out for me,
Over the years made plenty of enemies,
I'm dry to the fact their not as half as me,
Face it , I'm a human being,
Feel like an alien loop landing.
If I could find you , then I'll tell you I'm
glad to be here with you,
I know love is being stored in these clouds,
Like sticky residue,
Sure would be nice to dream of world where
people won't hate you.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
.
Moonlight
creates shadows,
places of magick
and realms of mystery.
Niches beyond the wildest dreams
playing with images in colour dimensions,
pouring their scorn on the childish imagination,
a weakling substitute for what cannot be known.
© Pagan Paul (04/06/18)
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
"Wet Green Rock"
The wet green rock
That is our world
Floats round and round
A flaming torch
That sends its rays
Through cold dark space
To warm the air and land
And thus is formed
The womb and tomb
In which we live
Our mortal days
And pained we dream
Of other realms
To lay beyond this sphere
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
Let’s go to an antimatter universe
Where hot ice solidifies
Under the black light of the freezing sun.
A world where short giraffes hide beneath
The tall grass, amongst low trees.
See those high plains, watery deserts and low mountains.
Slow flies crawl over red skies
As turtles and tortoises speed around.
Here, hot sun is an oxymoron
And everything is downside up.
Or if you prefer we could visit a realm
Like on “Red Dwarf”
Where time flies backwards:
People formed from dusty death
To live and grow youthful
On the way to an inevitable birth
And death again
When parental **** parts from *****
Paul Butters
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC
Magnetic Contaminations & Audiotronic Visions,
Sublimating Poetic Transmutations Of Her Catatonic Provisions,
Primordial Metamorphosis Of Her Synthetic Overtunes,
Revealing Self-Perpetuated Biotic Tunes,
Protoplasmic Sparks In Her Cryptic Eyes,
Condensing Into Labyrinthine Whispers & Mortal Butterflies,
Myriad Phantasms On Feral Nights,
Fervid Effigies Under Moaning Lights,
Phantasmal Echoes & Mystic Whisperings,
Catalyzing Crepuscular Skies Under A Moonlit Spring,
Spiritual Crafts & Her Supernova Screams,
Evaporating Molotov Solution Of Her Liquified Dreams,
Untouched Realms & Her Ecstatic Overflows,
Refueling With Fantasy Effects Of Her Verbal Glows,
Arcane Stains & Her Floral Clones,
Primal Profanity Raining Over Her Coral Throne,
Handmade Essence Of Her Still-Born Eternity,
Recklessly Serenading Through Her Lacteal Galaxy,
Hypersonic Dreams & Venomous Virility,
Tampering Her Ionic Revelations Of Exquisite Hostility,
Progressive Factuals & Her Motionless Serenity,
Invocating Her Violets Serving Blue Infinity,
Apparitional Mirrors & Her Immaculate Misconceptions,
Weaponizing Fireflies In Whisky Perceptions.
- 05:52AM -
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC
I float between
the realm of
the living and the dying.
I long for
bittersweet discovery,
only to find
my want and my need
split between two worlds.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Content I am to finally convey
I think of you everyday
Far flung from the realms of cliché
Because I truly DO LOVE YOU!
13/09/15
DLR
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the midst of a cosmic allure~ness and misty mountains
floating through vastness of space and time oceans waves were licking your fragrant feet tickling you in a charming mind-boggling sensation starting from your travelling lines across acupressure spots massaging your head and navel through meridians running up along your
tree veins not forgeting to **** too grounded wide cute toes
climbing vigorously up to knuckles
affirming your upper musculature as a living statue
of wit and limitlessness of a great spirit i love you!
We waver in wonder why there's such an exuberance:
There is pure oxygen! Let us inhale. Breeze deep. Emerald lake is a gem tear falling from my left eye and at the bottom of your right one I inquire with curiosity ~ oh, wow ~ deep blue aquamarines drowning in wisdom. . . writing
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
Now that you are back;
I shall breath my last,
And bid adieu to this mortal realm,
I offer you a seat with me,
An offer to sail to the realm of wonders.
Sleeping under the moonlit sky,
I dream about that smile of yours,
For living in this reality of smoke,
I have come to realise,
That you and me aren't meant to be.
Therefore;
I shall walk away; slowly
Turn left and go,
Go to the realm of satanic immortality
And cry my sorrows.
You were my only infatuation;
Now you are replaced,
By a drop of acknowledgment,
From the sea of love.
Goodbye;
My dear comrades;
Don't cry when you remember me,
Sing songs of war;
For I have won the war against life.
And therefore I bid adieu to this mortal realm,
And offer you a seat with me,
An offer to sail to the realm of wonders.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
*I pulled the knot of the rope
tighter, rather like one would
to secure a tie into shape.
The rope was well secured
to a narrow wooden beam
that insured that the rope
would not fail and I was
positive that the structure
would take the weight as I
had designed it to do.
I looked at a picture I held
in my hand and the image
made me feel that this action
was the required course.
Suicide!
It wasn't the life that I had
led that had stirred this desire
to end my days.
I had no upset for the vicious
attacks I had made or the thieving
I had done to procure my habit.
No, it was the death of a child
that had brought me here. For
while I journeyed into the realms
of chimera and fantasy. Whilst
I walked the light fantastic
this child lay in his own unknown
territory.
On my come back to reality I
was assured another vision.
This time though neither delusion
of mirage. The child lay dead
with the syringe still hanging
from his young personage.
As I kick the stool away the
knot does its job to perfection
and as I struggle my life
away at the sharp end of this
rope the image flutters gently
down to the carpeted floor.
It shows the image s of a man
and his young son, soon to
be reunited in death.*
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC