Post by waterjag on Jun 27, 2006 12:42:28 GMT -5
As I find myself upon this earth, over time I will grow. I came death like a fire that once was, but is now just burning to it's end. A breeze blows and stirs up the flame. I can see now the way they play. The dances that occur on earth. From the upper levels there is the center of fire. This is where the salamanders lie. Their bodies dance with echoes of our existence before our times when we were at the rim and beyond of the wheel.
I remember the time of my birth, the moments when I was free and could see. The faeries that often inspired me...with their ways, and with their world. If the salamanders were the kings...then the faeries were it's people. I saw them as they danced up in the air. they liked it where the ionsphere is. They dance in forms of nine, always looking out for Ozone, closing the gap that develops and drawing down the sun's air that they use to make their lives go. The faeries I hold dear...they are like moments of grace.
When one can withstand their evil ways, then one becomes familiar with the elves. See the noble elves in their high ways. See how they master the workings of the universe and develop their technologies. Few are worth it to witness their technologies. The ones that show ourselves in other worlds of existance. One where I could be relaxed in the sun with a braided ring of hair around my head like a crown. Living off just the sun and water. My life in divine luxory. But I get carried away...Such is the perils of the elves. The dark elves work together with each tree, in a forest they come out to gloryfy the death of an animal. It was from a hunt that I bore witness to them. As the horses followed the trail of a deer, and when they all came down upon it, and it was shot dead by a hunter, a crowd gathered around to witness the gutting and the carving. I watched for a bit and then walked over to witness what to me looked like two elves riding bicycles along the path. I watched and was aware of how the children of the hunters watched me. Like how one ought to be. Where one stands in the eyes of God although it's a mystery was most revealed then to me. The acts that legends of ancient explore.
What else had been revealed to me at that time? Perhaps it was the nature of trees. The elves that look after the trees, whether they be high elves, medium elves or low/dark elves.
I was comtemplating Life today, and what it means. Before the dreadful period of my life...I was concerned with my parents. There was my father, the proton in the atom...and my mother, the reciever who gave unto me. As this atom decays into the forces of time I was filled with Love. Love from the center of my chest. It expanded around me, and I knew Life like I had not been aware of it for a while. Those dark days had me more concerned with people. And the life I knew was one without love. For when is a child able to give, able to express itself?
I knew at school the wonders of Love, and this was what dominated my love. I see myself as an ambodiment of Love.
But when I reached those dark times. I became one who looked about the stars, and I came to find solitude in other mens understanding of the stars. A path had been showed to me...A path of Life.
What is this life? It is vast. This life encompasses the planet. It has a beginning, and it does not, there is an end, and there isn't.
Life for me shows itself to be about tuning oneself into a service for humanity. But this is humanities life.
Life in my families eyes is about letting the stars tend to the planet. But this is not my life.
My life is all about love
The love that I hold for everything. The love I hold for all energy. All of it makes it worthwhile to be here. To be typing this. To be giving my thoughts. To express my senses.
Let me guide you through the realms of the gnomes. They live in the planet, and some may think that they are the planet. I was fortunate enough today to make myself believe that I saw a gnome. It was as if, the planet was saying...Here I am, there you are...and I am watching.
If ever I have an opportunity to dedicate myself for God I would desire my soulmate to create my world in reality. Then I could truly create the end, and the beginning of the end.
I remember the time of my birth, the moments when I was free and could see. The faeries that often inspired me...with their ways, and with their world. If the salamanders were the kings...then the faeries were it's people. I saw them as they danced up in the air. they liked it where the ionsphere is. They dance in forms of nine, always looking out for Ozone, closing the gap that develops and drawing down the sun's air that they use to make their lives go. The faeries I hold dear...they are like moments of grace.
When one can withstand their evil ways, then one becomes familiar with the elves. See the noble elves in their high ways. See how they master the workings of the universe and develop their technologies. Few are worth it to witness their technologies. The ones that show ourselves in other worlds of existance. One where I could be relaxed in the sun with a braided ring of hair around my head like a crown. Living off just the sun and water. My life in divine luxory. But I get carried away...Such is the perils of the elves. The dark elves work together with each tree, in a forest they come out to gloryfy the death of an animal. It was from a hunt that I bore witness to them. As the horses followed the trail of a deer, and when they all came down upon it, and it was shot dead by a hunter, a crowd gathered around to witness the gutting and the carving. I watched for a bit and then walked over to witness what to me looked like two elves riding bicycles along the path. I watched and was aware of how the children of the hunters watched me. Like how one ought to be. Where one stands in the eyes of God although it's a mystery was most revealed then to me. The acts that legends of ancient explore.
What else had been revealed to me at that time? Perhaps it was the nature of trees. The elves that look after the trees, whether they be high elves, medium elves or low/dark elves.
I was comtemplating Life today, and what it means. Before the dreadful period of my life...I was concerned with my parents. There was my father, the proton in the atom...and my mother, the reciever who gave unto me. As this atom decays into the forces of time I was filled with Love. Love from the center of my chest. It expanded around me, and I knew Life like I had not been aware of it for a while. Those dark days had me more concerned with people. And the life I knew was one without love. For when is a child able to give, able to express itself?
I knew at school the wonders of Love, and this was what dominated my love. I see myself as an ambodiment of Love.
But when I reached those dark times. I became one who looked about the stars, and I came to find solitude in other mens understanding of the stars. A path had been showed to me...A path of Life.
What is this life? It is vast. This life encompasses the planet. It has a beginning, and it does not, there is an end, and there isn't.
Life for me shows itself to be about tuning oneself into a service for humanity. But this is humanities life.
Life in my families eyes is about letting the stars tend to the planet. But this is not my life.
My life is all about love
The love that I hold for everything. The love I hold for all energy. All of it makes it worthwhile to be here. To be typing this. To be giving my thoughts. To express my senses.
Let me guide you through the realms of the gnomes. They live in the planet, and some may think that they are the planet. I was fortunate enough today to make myself believe that I saw a gnome. It was as if, the planet was saying...Here I am, there you are...and I am watching.
If ever I have an opportunity to dedicate myself for God I would desire my soulmate to create my world in reality. Then I could truly create the end, and the beginning of the end.