in a moment
where the mind reaches relative silence
the light captivates and dances its own dance
energy circulating in orbits
yellow and white
mingling
with spurs of elliptical spheres.
transfixed
not yet transformed
witnessing this
with the observer still present.
moths flying into the
illuminated grid
not able to penetrate
to the core of energy
yet not content to remain outside.
willing to die
for a touch of that luminescence
how much like a moth
Am I?
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Evil, though it works to fascinate, is the porn of psychopaths.
You know, porn that extincted European honeybees to mandate paturization of almonds and broke the farmers' generational backs so they could not afford their lands which today belch the noxious emissions of big agra which pretends to be carbon taxable which fixes no infrastructure but builds orgasmic death technologies.
Oh! I just wondered if you have them in SA? Maybe you do. God forbid I should teach someone to suck eggs, ha ha.
And apropos your question earlier re the weather (which I failed to answer, sorry. Just put it down to dizziness), I haven't noticed anything too weird. The weather here is as changeable as the proverbial. Mind you, last year we had a biggest-ever tropical depression that whipped up swells that took all the sand off the beach. Mind you, it came back. It can do that apparently. Ciao.
in the perfect lack of light, eyes beginning to squint
from lack of closure
when the eyes grow sandman weary is when the moths grow comet tails
and
all is behind them
and then,
and then.......
Jj
We can observe
We Can laugh
We can cry
We can be wise
We can have many
Or none
But that human touch is where the magic lay--sparkling, warming
Soothing
Smiling
Knowing
All in the touch of one to another
Jj
I am beginning to question the notion of evil being a separate force to good.
Perhaps it is one field with both arising on it.
Have spent so long avoiding evil that story upon story have been built upon it.
And also evil backwards is live.
Perhaps evil is simply a by product of this thing called life.
Nobody - we worship geckos here - actually we worship pretty much everything with four legs and a tail.
Jj - and then:
in the comets tail
flows the awakening light
looks like destruction
but I know its going to be alright.
That human touch is the balm that has made all of Brahmans wakings bearable and inspired.
Nothing so electrifying and calming as the other reaching towards and resting upon our landscape.
Had a dream last night that there was a young woman/child in the middle east who was embracing the children.
Those traumatised by the sound and the loss and the horror, would find themselves in her arms.
In holding them, peace descended.
In this dream it was palpable.
I never did see her face, just her hands and the outline of her body.
I am hoping with all hope, that where we see the horrors of war that behind the scenes, there are moments of profound grace and acceptance.
"Does any of your attention go to the arising of the war in Palestine?
Does anger arise?
Does horror arise?"
The reply:
"Anything can arise - but is there a palestine or israel separate from what you are or what I am? Can Self or God or Oneness fight with itself, kill itself? Who stands apart as separate to be angry or horrified?
Love includes both relative love and hate, for "this and that". Peace means the openness for both peace and war to arise. And these are seen to be already the case once true violence is known - the illusion and ignorance of the belief of separation/individuality.
Yet even that belief is another perfect unfolding within what you are. So where shall we go from here?"
The young woman in the dream is you--
Jj
I don't kill much of anything apart from mosquitoes. I tend to shepherd everything from spiders to beetles. It's all good for one's fuzzy Buddhist glow until unexpected things happen. On three occasions I've released bugs: a Christmas beetle, a grasshopper, and huntsman spider out through the window back into the world only to see them instantly taken by birds. Quicker than you could blink. I didn't save them, I condemned them.
Okay so they're only bugs and at least the birds had a feed. But either way, lives were snuffed out. And those geckos that I love, if they were fool enough to come out in the daylight (which happens) they'd instantly be taken by the butcherbirds that I also love. They'd beat them to death, jam then on the nearest spike, and call the kids over.
Where am I going with this? Hell if I know. I'm still trying to figure it out.
I once had a sangoma in my employ.
One day a big fat toad hopped up to her cottage door, she smiled with delight and said great he came to give me medicine.
With typical anglo saxon attitude I picked up the toad and took him to the bamboo some distance away.
20 minutes later he was back at the door.
Again she smiled thanking him for coming to give her medicine.
Again I intervened and took toad down the river to the distant waterfall.
The next morning he was there at her door again.
Good medicine.
And as for mosquitoes - killed 20 before I climbed into bed last night.
What is that thing about first do no harm..........
And Nina, you are the voice of common sense.
Nina has her broom-(no, that's too easy so I won't even go there)-I have one too but it's a 12 gauge model.
We have a little Shelty whose job it is to chase every bird that even approaches the yard whether by land, air, or sea--and the 16 cats are thankful when it comes to hawks and owls.
Jj
I love hawks and owls. Whenever I see an owl I feel especially blessed.
Always have.
Brian I can imagine the bugs in your corner feeling rather special and select.
Maybe they even hailed you as an unusual human.
Perhaps they even worshiped you.
Bugs are beautiful if they respect personal space.
Had a spider bite me yesterday, the bite formed into a cluster of blisters.
Someone said its cytotoxic or something and one should go on medication as the poison eats into the flesh.
Having done my town trip for the month already I threw some hydrogen peroxide onto it and a whole lot of stuff came bubbling up and it appears to have mended.
I cannot recommend this substance enough.
Nobody - You know I forgot what is was for. Obviously not blow away magic.
I know vultures are used for invisibility - like the cash heist gangs all use sangoma magic to keep from being arrested. And for that potion its the skanky vulture.
Problem is vultures are becoming endangered.
I reckon Robert Mugabe uses very powerful magic.
I saw a picture of him a few days ago and he looks younger then ever, despite the stress and strain.
And his people don't even rise up against him - that sure is magic.
Anyway - shew what a verbal outpouring.
Night all.