M covered in blood and attempting to roll a cigarette throughout but failing utterly.

M: Blood dries much quicker than you think. It is hell on cotton and wool blends, but once it's dried on the skin, you can either chip it off or just rub it off, so that's cool. (beat) You know, after a while you start to be able to smell if someone is anemic. It's crazy, I know, but when the metallic perfume entertains the thought processes for so long, you tend to notice when something changes...

M realizes he is divulging too much and snaps out of it.


M (contd): I always feel like a greasy kebab at times like this. Maybe it's something in the electric meat shaver thing that just evokes memories of drunken nights and mysterious bruises acting as battle scars, compared between those who saw, and those who pretend they had. (beat) I feel a kind of aggressive nostalgia for those debaucherous days. I would do anything to be still under that one, singular light source, barely being able to stand due to the altered states, blacking out Blake's eyes and standing so close to him, that with the right music we would be sharing a slow dance. The air was thick and Miss Love bleaching her hair in the sink provided the perfect musings of life and love. We stumbled. We laughed. We fell. Now only I stumble. I pretend to smile. And they fall. They all fall. When I am King, you will be first against the wall.

M again realizes he is going too far and dials it back


M (contd): Some people suggest that human meat would taste similar to pork because of the similarity of blood supply and flesh density, blah blah blah. They're wrong. It's more like veal all over, but that really depends on how latent the person is, and where the meat is cut from. And who was the idiot who said the Chianti would pair well with liver?! ******* idiots. Too fatty. I wonder if the new 'Mock The Week' episode is up yet. Torrenting is a crime, I get it, but who pays for anything any more anyway? Imagine going to jail for video piracy! (laughs) God, like sharing a cell with a ****** or gang member or something, and you're there because you don't have Foxtel and you want to watch 'Game of Thrones'.


M finally decides to drop the facade of small talk and just be real*


M (contd): I'm not... normal. People don't often walk the streets covered in their neighbour's families blood. But if I take out my phone and pretend to be talking about how exciting tonight's costume party was, eyelids usually aren't battered. Normal people are too trusting.

But then i no longer cried,
For the pain inside me had died,
I lay there paralyzed,
Already demised..

But you didn't stop,
Even after seeing me dead,

Now no longer did I ever cry for you,
When you left me on the staircase,
Below the sky, blue,
Forgetting each and everything,
I ever did for you....

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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something in my world broke
- i sometimes think to myself

i don't feel very young sometimes

i feel i have lived a thousand lives
and


and
i don't know if this is the way i'm supposed to feel

i feel empty and lifeless
like i can't hold a conversation
these days
not small
not big

i don't think i'm very interesting
or young
these days

maybe i never was?

In school
a group came
gave few punches
and warned me
to stop
seeing her…
I warned them
if one more punch
will force to
bring my pet
to teach lessons…
they all laughed
loudly. Bring..bring..
they didn't  know my
pet was an elephant!!

That little stray
what terrors did he see?
Feed him in the snowy December garden
until he came inside

He was a tomcat
until he was  spaded
then he finds his solace
emerging up the landing
feeding tray by tray

Now he is comfortable
by the computer chair
and is feed at the top of the stairs
Still terroritial
he plays crumb fights
with the resident cat

On a moonlight night
the silent disciple started
his journey to slay the monster
(all the good fairies helped him,
except a wicked witch).

He was carrying a magic sword
with which he should penetrate
the heart of the monster to ****,
but the wicked witch stole it
from him by turning into a
male thief while
the silent disciple was sleeping.

All those good fairies observed it
but they couldn’t stop
the stealing (though at the later stage
they recovered it
and gave it to the silent disciple).

He crossed mountains,
he travels through dense forests,
his swam through lakes, rivers,
he walked across dry desserts,
he sailed across oceans,
and finally reached
at the place
where the cursed monster
took shelter.

Contd…

On the other side of the world
in a rocky mountain
raised by a devoted monk
a silent disciple
(who took oath to remain
silent during the rest of his life)
took another oath
to **** the monster
and it was the last order
from his guru during his last breath.

The monster happened to
keep his name by killing
both of his parents
on his seventeenth birth year
on a moonless dark night
and took the solemn vow
to destroy the mankind.

Observing this cruel incident
the jungle goddess gave a curse
to the monster that
he would be killed mercilessly
by a silent disciple
and his dissatisfied soul
will remain hanging
on the shoulder of the eternity.

Contd…

On his way towards the
black mountain
where the monster took shelter
he met another dedicated monk
whom he accompanied to
reach his destination.

By the way
the silent disciple feels
inside his heart that
the dedicated monk is very near to his heart
(in fact both were brothers in
their early lives and the blood bond
to them together again),
and they decided to fulfill their destiny.

The dedicated monk
in one of his early life
has done many sinful walks
and he has also taken a solemn vow
to destroy any obstruction to humankind.

Hence, both of them
took another new vow
to **** the monster
so that the humanity prevail
in this universe;
so all those good fairies.

Contd…

Once upon a time
a beautiful ******
(she was the princess
of an unknown land)
met a nameless thief
in the dark forest
of a solitude island.

The ****** was left abandoned
by her own mother
(she used to be the queen
of that unknown land)
who was envied of her solemn beauty;

The thief swam to that island
after being chased by
the fleet guards of a floating sheep
where he was kept stealing
(their fates allowed them to meet).

On a moonless night
both the bodies become one
though their souls remain a part
and eventually they gave birth
to a male child
(who turned out to be a monster)
on the peak of the red moon.

Contd…