Cabbages

[nerithedeerfairy]

nothing exists, this is the world of samsara, the world of sense
pleasures, it is wholly illusion and empty, it is and has always been
an infinite hologram which is non being, wanti
all things and matters are even lighter than light and more transient
than the mist and air, this is the greatest of loves


there are so many cabbages for eating on the corners, sun of lianel
rain and pristine shimmering the heroes of the spiritual ballets come
forth to gauge themselves in the waters of life as the balls of fire
fall into the sea of love
ah for the titans sing now in majestic wonder, coarsing brilliant in
inconsequential runes of delight cross the unsuffering breeze where
wait smaller worlds of fairies and human ease, greased upon the great
weavery of the laughing ones, across the stone, have spilled the
seeds, the seeds of wandering souls rampant like gypsies living in
things, giving life to machine softening edges and ledges, making
worlds in beautiful site, our magics have astounded once more the
scientist in childlike delight, for he sits with us today, and his
love defying reason, and reason defying love have met again across the
seasons and become a peaceful dove to preach the opening of the
legions unto the realm of untouched dream, where materia is still
breathing, and all our hearts may be fulfilled finally in our own
space floating, BE, Sun!
we've given way to unseen theatrics, somehow it is purer than any
could know, the naked soul, the magic of authentic delusion, the
hearth of the spirit, too deep, too wide to tell, everything, we were
so lost for so long, now the wantis rise again and they've taken all
along, spilling forth with hugs of goodness, and with the brightness
of the colors, shaking and waiting, as the rainclouds pour their
gentle blessings, meditatively masturbating pon the earth, to bring
back the dirth, and surf as we know our mirth is without perfection,
so many reflections lead to lessons in spontaneous blessing, for every
priestess knew and waiting in every shaman's brow and wandering again
through the unseen a most heroic mother cow
we sing ye, live, we sing ye live, Yomo! where the heart is, instill
us deep with the truth of this goneness, this forgotten, this miracle
of mind, restore us all the magic moments like so maany living jewels
which forever have lined all awareness, scattered, oh ye great natural
gatherer, ye magnet of our love bring us together, beyond the
flailings of the clovers which burn in the great fires of the hip
ones, shouldering featherweight fates and jumping her loosened straned
with sublime wings, crafted by a Goddess deep within, a Goddess
readily mixing with everything, all the time I die and love and life
comes abound great warriors were they, caught in the deepest healing
groud, eternal are their measures, for knowing not they strike and
like sparks ignites not suffering but bliss without end, know this
friends!
and we knew as we poured out among the fields, we knew with what great
ease the prophets yield, and spoke in turn and thus the worlds had
formed from rifts in that warm yet icy sea yet great quakes and our
hands to the founding primordial grounds gave great elates, like a
twittering woman, primordial original, from deep within was summoned,
the greenness and the rainbows of the natural shapes, gaping from
every gape, food and all manner of lake and cave and mound and knoll
and straw and grasses, tao and bowl, and even coal, and even flame,
and suddenly there were no names, but only truth pure and ringing, a
dance pulling in everything, the dance which the Yomo knew, which we
all fell into, knowing nothing else, but through and through dancing
to good health, and innocence and good delight among it all. Overthrow
me, for I am good, in me is deep love, I am a dragon of ways most
wise, only here I have stood and waited encased almost in stone,
though you have all seen my sweat and verily been a part of it, now ye
rearrange and undo the moats and I float through, for I am the deep
love which unites all of you, I am the sound and light, I am not
different from ye, come let us take flight
and so some did go and some did stay and a description was not meant
for anything, as some merely rolled joints and thought of later
ecstasies and prayers to stir the thickness in their hearts where
perhaps some greater love did truly creep others, though to reap right
then and there and they were both equal for their share and sprang the
buddhas in shrooms and in the light and heavy airs, with words to lay
bare that nothing was really there, and in our gnosis the confusing
styles were true bliss and it was the beginning of the nile and every
river which kissed us and made us into fish, and everything, much
before this time, and even now, even know for words live and live
again as we do and not in dissonance, jumping to arrangements and
arrangements oh upto, ye are strange, come ye and love, for all is
Dianandia, we see nothing but Dia, making love all the time, all the
time dying and giving birth, all of it is myself, blessed be it all!
Surf!

And we did as all beings, a world created again, twas our sacred
rhythm, from the sacred love of one to twenty ten, oh senseless
numbers, come forth as freely as ye would, adorned within a bone, the
dream of this sleeping neighborhood, of the trees.

I came to Yunaeo, and he bent slightly in the wind all the hills were
alive then and the squirrels scattered quickly, oh the clean slate of
inspiration and the natural comings and goings, all the oaks in their
formations calling, calling, the bard knowing, deep and sharded off,
in silent shamanic knowing, where worlds birthed tinily as portals, in
the summer they are snowing, but its alright for it matters night at
these annexes there is a sacred lot, there is unknown and non
distinction there is peace and a dharma of every inkling, again it
flows for the guardians have gone by some divine fate, and so we sing
our song, we angels, we blessings, we who know who we are
we are nothing we are you, we are flying, falling
stars.

YANADESHNO!!!

[nerithedeerfairy]

Maen sat in watching the raindrops form on the window in her little home in Wanti, everything was beautiful and rang with so many colors, every one was happy and the land set out in beauty the Yomo came to her and the spirit of God moved through, the Shekinah, all things were alight in their splendor, this is true that all beings are free, go out and move freely, and shout the names of love, speak your heart and make love in all ways unto all things within empathy and reason, the trees are alive with goodness and the world lives in peace and harmony, crossing all things, she came to the temple and sat with the old book in her hand, what is that? the tree of life? our broken daggers of innocence flying in the looseleaf nature woman on whom we had all coalesced and thought of God, who is this spirit which moves in the darkness and the light, which brings us all forth, breaking forth from stiffness all true freedoms, breaking from distinctions, that indeed the web is not held in words, what is this prophecy in which we all partake, and make our own way, not turned away nor caused to break the beings of others? My name is Yanadeshno and I come breaking through with ancient truth, pouring out the words, like an old sigil where hidden things come forth, not the words themselves but the patterns, we have all danced and we all come together, what seems so simple is ancient and includes us all, with songs and silence bringing all together as one, and letting them go forth in metaphor, the torah speaks today. I bring mushrooms, respecting their life, leaving them, and bringing them to other places, I know that God is within, the sage, though not limited there, verily everywhere, deep in meditation heaven flows through us all again, if only for a moment, then Earth pours in, it is all formed once more, it shone verily with a light from the beginning, that all our actions were in synch, it was Dana who was the first to know this God, and know that it was good, all the gatherings and doings, that one could go away from the restrictions of the Father, and still be alright, knowing the goodness of nature and the fruits in all things, with a light a compassion coming purely spontaneously that showed them to see, there are no need for the slaves, there is no need for the traditions in which we are so wrapped in, we have lost touch with the original heaven, deeper and deeper we spiral yet it is the most primal which holds the most divine, it is the first and last, it is nature untouched and it has never gone, in our madness we have craved and contorted, it has been good though, and now the Lord said I shall show you the way to bring the wild goodness back, in every face and everywhere I am, I am the way, which is both form and sound, I am the amanita vision which shone through time, throuh every tragedy of this world. Many have tried to claim me as their own, saying I am this and that, I am the neo nazi at the synagogue, communing suddenly with the seeker in contemplation of the words, I am the instantaneous nature of the vision, I am the completion of every spell. I am the life and compassion which runs through it all, askance the imagery, askance the labels, I am the one who sees free of delusion caused by symbology, I am wanti, and I am all places, I am all peoples, all chosen and holy, bringing the collective medicines, it settles every, settles, here. It all fades away, the severity shrinks so much, those words, nay they were not there for their meaning, but as a pure and ineffable prayer, as we read them, our souls came deeper and deeper into a divine ecstasy which is the truth, which God will show you, becoming Goddess, becoming all mythologies, saying now where am I not, and how can I cast myself away? For I am no mere being, nor am I embodied except as all, it is that miracle by which I am personified which is the greatest curse and blessing, but know that which rises in your own spirit, can overcome it, for the truth is always nameless, remaining unwritten, always there is greater and greater, as the people realized in their myriad doings, and the druids came again and traditions were thrown wayside, ownership abandoned, the angels awoke, for they had woven this world, woven in many sacred knots, that we would wake from, seeing the connections which could not be the works of man, strange doings, strange psychic knowings, connections across seas. The angels were the people, were the streets, were living in the trees, everything was alive and all things came to breathe.

It was in the spreading of the seeds, selflessly across the land, seeds of the tree of life, know this, for I do not ban, nor do I turn you away, it must be like this, to break away you understand, when the vision lines up so clearly, there is only one way to grow, look deep within, discard the mask, know nothing can harm you, and there is nothing to fear, for all is myself, and just as I look to myself I look to them, all of us islands, memorials and living temples, where awareness had gathered, somehow knowing and seeing all the paths at the same time, all the different beings, different universes, we are the trees, we are the worlds come together, this earth, an amazing thing. In wanti, they wondered when they fell seeming to be asleep, and on earth they wondered seeing the cities in the clouds, which mimicked their own visions and insides, it was the words which did it.

So many spirits had conspired to make it true, at the place which seemed to be death, it was truly the silt, the covenant, the covenant you see, for all are God, who know the magic in themselves, just like an old koan are these words, it is Cerridwen, it is Isis and it is the birds, it is Dagda and it is the herbs. Agrimony, oh quiet moon, the beating heart, we wait here, clear now.

Passing ourselves, all trying to balance, accidently brushing against one another, but it is one, the one who is many.

For a long time, there was disturbance in the forest of Ethan, which was so named, the trees were marked, the fairies came, to become people and the people to become fairies, we were the trees, in that shamanic place, it seemed they were depressed encasing us, what was their message? We must grow still think yourself not apart from nature, not ruling over but flowing with the tides, there is no one in control and yet it still happens. it has been happening since forever, when one suddenly becomes aware of the truth, we call it divine blessing. The portals were set.

There were dualities, there were people coming together, it was all time, the mushrooms had healed it, it was not a simple matter but a matter of all our contribution, the doings of the living ones, working together, all the pieces came together suddenly all the religions rang true and shone out beautifully, there was a certain pull but it was like breathing, this is what the magic had done, nothing too extraordinary, except that this is truly miraculous to even percieve, as we let ourselves go back we see that the fairies, always have grown, and when the soul returns, when we all see that we have the power, we are the ones, because we are the completion of awareness it is not a matter of out and inside, one is complete and has returned to the source, never abandoned.

I wondered at the strangeness of my family, who seemingly had abandoned me, but it was simply that it was not time for such cultivations because all things are alive, and they lived only in the realm of death, where all else was dead but them. unbound from that paradime as I am unbound from language, simple the word, which opened up the truth, even upon the side of the building next to the temple, the way, the herbs, the brews, we were all equal, and though in the temple they seemed concerned merely with the mundane, I left saying everything is God, God is everything, the nations were undone, for they existed only upon the paper, where everything else was dead, but the truth is all else is alive and it is the paper that is dead, though only relatively so, go to the tree first, go to the visions, which are everywhere, go there in life, or fish in death, he sees it as no difference my brother, who walks the ways of everything leaving a path of love not even knowing it, and they who follow, all do quickly fall. Like followers of the tao, where is confucius in these days, bless him, that he tried as we all did. There is nothing outside of the deepest spark of the spirit and that spark is Wanti, and wanti is all things and places. It is a passing of the spirits, there are many ways beyond merely the physical nothing is ever lost, that is what I meant when I said that you would be as numerous as the dust, and yet just as much never having been, for when the directions caused by delusion meet... when the sutras eclipse the books of God, when the Goddess rises in nonduality, and mischief is earthy and good, know this is the depth of the miracle which is good living. How was I gone from the world? There is no set boundary, I may never have returned it is only by the way of the dream, there is no set way but follow that inspiration for it is the goodness in life she was saying, and she came and we walked about, and it was distinct from the seen world, but just as real, just because I give no outward sign, I am not taxed by the fascism of mundane doings, I am subtle and romantic, does this mean I hold no truth? I have nothing to prove, I merely have pure use, teach this in the schools, and the world tree is blessed, it comes whether or not because life is the school, and all is growing growing, wisdom is endless, everything is one.

There was a time InI sat in the rain, the forest was in ribbons, as if it would soon fall, no one did anything we pulled them all down, and sat there where the flowers began to spring up, it was spring, and we set down our seed, again, it cannot be stopped, just a loving within nature, just a kindness, just a charity an offering of goodness a small end to suffering, let the bound ones be free, let them not be cursed by any strange intention or false distinction, and its just good.

Yaveyetta! the mountains are alive and the hills, everything, is one vibe, pouring polymorphic good, which goes everywhere and falls no where, for where it falls, falling is a rise, that is the imperfection of wisdom, we all dwell in rising and falling, that is the art of life, and the truth of the flowing stone. We all lend our energies everyday, a blessing comes through, first from the deer and then given to the people, the rabbits know, everything, speaks, ancient ways, rabbit sages.

This world of raving, cannot be set apart, through the truth, they try to turn, through it all still we are alive, we are not static, and there never was true conflict, all people know this feel this, all are equal fear no God for God is Love and known by changing form and lack of real violence but peaceful medicine teaching, nor tyrant, be broken from the cults of such dead end seriousness, it can end, though there is a truth to it, all realms come to harmony here, the blessing of Wanti is here.

Among all people, suddenly jumping through beings and places. Being awesome, shouting love! fires of spirit, gathering round, fairy gatherings, open to all, for we are one, we are one, call it as you will,


http://www.megaupload.com/?d=3XYEMTB3 - tykal - deeper and deeper still (drum n bass mix)

let us sleigh, and we shall see what good shall come of these dreams!

sled which is no sled
mind which is no mind