parabol

So familiar and overwhelmingly warm
This one, this form
I hold now.
Embracing you, this reality here,
This one, this form I hold now, so
Wide eyed and hopeful.
Wide eyed and hopefully wild.
We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now.
Hold on, stay inside...
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone in
This body makes me feel eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.

parabola

We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now.
Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in
This body.

This body holding me.
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.

Alive, I

In this holy reality, in this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in
This body.

This body holding me.
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.

Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.

This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment.
Remember.
We are eternal.
All this pain is an illusion.

'nuff said

i love my father

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I love my father,

his name is God.
That is not his only name, his name is also Ram.

I love my Father, God,

he is everywhere, even inside of you,

but because you forgot to love God when you forgot to love you,

then you don't know about

THE LOVE OF GOD

you thought you did,

but that is before you knew that

God

is also named

Ram

and not just a formless intelligence, but

PRIME CREATOR SOURCE.

I would do anything for my Father,

and I have done everything that he has ever asked me to do for him,

even when it has been hard for me,

but he doesn't ask me to do anything anymore,

because my job on planet earth is finished,

all he asks me to do, is all that he asks you to do,

and that is to

LOVE YOURSELF,

for in loving yourself, so do you also love

my father, and your father too.

His name is Ram, although most people just call him God.

I just wanted you to know that.

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Onaxis

Jesus The Christ

how far will we go?

how far will we go to express a point? how many times did you find yourself or others repeating themselves when trying to get the message across. what causes this? why is there a gap in communication between ourselves? you try to tell someone something in a particular way, he looks at you acknowledgingly, nods and basically repeats what you just said but only in another perspective. this can prove to be so radically diverse sometimes...too much for comfort. then you stop to wonder about the mechanism behind these things. there obviously seems to be limitations in the way we communicate. but what are they? language? vocabulary? or intellect?
Antares once told me that there would be no reason for any two enlightened beings to communicate (or at least verbally), simply because there is an equilibrium of knowledge and intellect between the two. they both have the exact same mental capacity, knowledge (the Everything, basically) and infinite sight. what reason would there be for them to waste time in smalltalk?
the situation is different when the equilibrium doesn't exist. we find ourselves trying very hard to make another understand what we are trying to say. would such limitations exist if we master telepathic communication? mind to mind communication, bypassing the barriers and limitations of vocabulary and language. i would just have to look at you (or not), and you would know i need the saltshaker...and that is not a metaphor.
i've typed too much...now i need a cigarette.

time will tell

at the edge i'm standing
daring to cross, or would i solemnly retreat
grey skies gave birth to blue skies
and now the clouds linger ever so long
thunderstorms threaten to tear me apart
but the sunshine always instigates a smile
paths unknown fork in my journey ahead
the trees jeer and the flowers laugh
but my heartbeat remains deafening
the silence with its tremendous killing potential
pushes through the folds of my mind
children run and play
beside huge plains of doom and destruction
i trudge and i trudge and i trudge
but i find myself at step two
tears are of no help now
sadness seem like a toddler's dream
spastic comedy creeps its way
into my deepest thoughts it flies
my body and my soul long for rain again
we yearn to be engulfed in the rays of He
infinite psychosis occupies my dreams
reality seems like dramas away
i yearn to lap at the stream of goodwill
and dip in the ocean of freedom
with the gulls i will flock
with the eagles i will soar
but now the door remains closed
the chains tighten by the hour
reality or dream?
time will tell...

orestes

Metaphor for a missing moment

Pull me into your perfect circle

One womb

One shape

One resolve

Liberate this will

To release us all

Gotta cut away, clear away

Snip away and sever this

Umbilical residue that's

Keeping me from killing you

And from pulling you down with me in here

I can almost hear you scream

Give me

One more medicated peaceful moment

And I don't wanna feel this overwhelming

Hostility

Gotta cut away

Clear away

Snip away and sever this

Umbilical residue that's

Keeping me from killing you

- "Orestes", A Perfect Circle

coping with class in the morn

a rude awakening, a sleepy train ride, a delayed bus ride and a still delayed entry into the lab. ms wong was cool about it, i think. 'that's the norm with this freakshow', she must be thinking. she nodded her greeting as i entered with a muttered 'good morning, miss'. now completed with the exercise while others (who entered waaaay earlier) are trudging along with, i'm wondering what in God's purple world am i doing here.

attending class at 8am is no joke. especially if you rely heavily upon oh-so-unreliable public transportation. on a normal day, my classes for the day would end at 6pm and i'd be walking through my front gate at 8pm, if i'm lucky. i think i'll stop bitching now...

anybody who would like to relate their public transportation horror tales, i'm all ears...i guess i'm still bitching...

the sequel: the morning after

it is no secret now that i have my own blog. i find that updating a blog is a lot more stoner-friendly than updating the Outlook. don't get me wrong, it is not that i dislike being tedious when i am stoned but it is not that simple to elaborate.

anyway, this blog would prove to be a useful tool to channel all the insights and thoughts that linger after visionquests which is when my mind travels at 1000rpm (revelations per minute). before, i had always told myself to remember to put them down into HTML and upload them onto my webserver. but here, all i do is type and submit and it's done. however, i need to get used to working within so many barriers and conditions. i had all the freedom i needed with the Outlook, i could do practically anything i wanted there. but it's all good.

honestly, i have doubts that i would continue to update this new blog of mine. however, i doubt that i would abandon it. it looks too good. perhaps, i'd use it after all...

an apt introduction

this signifies the beginning not the end. all lines of Light flows from the same Source, touching and thus connecting everyone. when they open their eyes and see that we are One, the blindfolds come off. then and only then will we learn to Love.