with sufficient awareness, ‘nightmares’ are re-writable.
sometimes the ‘matrix’ or whatever..
maybe the karma/grudges from my daytime actions (for i am not perfect) is what they really are
..gives me something approaching ‘nightmare’ material
but really, it’s more mirth than anything these days i watch the dream as a detached observer still and silent within the great clear hot even hear the sounds of real life as i dream the braking and acceleration of diesel trucks the droning hum of the nearby commercial heater the screams and yellings of drunken passerby the bicameral shouts in my otherwise deaf ears, the mortal peril of some ‘nightmare’ dream sequence..
and all of it is delusion not real and there is no delusion this is why it is named delusion
these binaural beats are designed to centre the mind generating awareness from silence
it is more or less inevitable
as evidenced by shakti arising to her consort shiva the yin yearning for the yang.. and yet there are no gods, this is why they are named gods.
the kingdom of heaven is within you, (and all that)
this shakti/shiva mythos is mind pictures for the following truth:
energy arises from your spine, travels upwards to your crown shivers undulating the spine a smile on one’s face.. all signs of this truth
how’s it going with that snow? and howling wind? and teaser chinooks?
followed by more freezing cold cracked and twisted, stunted trees dead car batteries desparate eyes that dare not make contact dusty snow drifted against the sides of gritty concrete garbage fluttering like trapped birds panic stricken within the chainlink fences
if you’re still there i feel sorry for you if you’re thinking about emigrating to canada the prairies are not what you think
and it came to pass in those days that the people of the world were wound straight up twisted close to snapping like a rubber band pulled too tight it was as if.. the walls were closing in wreathed with jagged, rusty spikes some vile and filthy poison dripping from their points shrieking the ragged rantings of the ancient dead and everyone was shaking on the inside quaking with a world gone mad
greetings old friends new friends enemies those indifferent
these are challenging times the rapers of the land multiply their inquities against free will
and there is no free will this is why it is named free will
and yet the nature of nature is free will each tree in the forest is unique despite having similar genetics (and who programmed that base-4 code?) nature appears to love diversity but nature has long been defiled by the modern mechanical era and at this time the hubris is writ large this is the first cause of the great undoing but there is more to come..
driving baselines red wine sex cigarettes the seductions of success
in the end what does it profit a s/he/wo/man to gain the whole world and lose its/their soul?
now is a delicate time a time of intense precision where those who think they know impose their thoughtful know upon the unknowing and there is no know there is no knowing and there is no unknowing this is why they are named know and knowing and unknowing
those negative vision casters were doomed from the start and yet not so doomed insofar as they might be damned for there is no doom and there is no damnation this is why they are named doom and damnation
round and round these thoughts in the head this is why they are named thoughts in the head
there is a glowing horizon a shimmering song sung within the glimmering chest those prayers of love and unity
this that not and not these those.. please stop make it end how does spirit arise from ego dissolution?
in silence in bliss in that impossible golden clear hot cloud one with all existence
androgynous alien body are you ready for that? no?
ah, fair enough the hungry carnavel keeper hands you a ticket gaunt and pale finger bones trembling nervously the markings look strangely familiar it simply states: “good for one ride..’
once upon a time i was recently divorced and i thought i’d be ok with it but i took it very hard discovering latent emotions i didn’t know i had
at my lowest moment my children and i discovered a kitten half buried in the snow nearly chilled frozen by the prairie blizzard gales
we took him in i wrote about this once, “feline explanatory” it’s in stoneskrit i really should make that available to you someday soon..
anyways this cat lived 14 years if cats have 7* lives i guess that made him 98 in cat years he was my very best friend got me through some super tough times he always loved me and made my heart glad
long story short he developed an incurable illness i nursed him along as long as i could vet bills be damned and when the vet bills got too high and the vet doctor expressed doubts i took matters into my own hands practiced my hippie-dippie bullshit and extended my friend’s life a couple of extra weeks
it was a rough end though he had a stroke, paralysis dragging his back legs around mewling, crying choking up blood tongue stuck out in some death pose squirming around on the cold tile floor panting as he clung to life and i had to make the ultimate decision to give him the long sleep as much as i loved him i had to let him go it was the humane thing to do
an odd synchronicity expressed itself i was enraged i was heartbroken i was astonished i was calm
appointments for an important life exam and for the time of injection death were the exact same time
i missed watching the life pass his eyes my daughters were there they said he looked relieved, thankful
i dug a grave in the pouring rain hammering past ancient rocks and roots gouging out his final physical home we all cried as we dropped his body in as i piled the dirt back on top as i rolled up the heavy stones as i decorated his grave with a piece of arcane driftwood
he would have liked it there he used to sit on that flat rock in the sunshine flicking his tail with exaggerated disinterest
i’m going to miss him that furry friend fellow safe travels, buddy hope i see you again someday past that velvet black content within the golden bright
This full length tutorial walks you through how to can peach preserves in salvaged jars like a pro!
Learn about common pitfalls, how to avoid mistakes, and how to create delicious canned peaches that your family and friends will enjoy!
Some of the topics that are covered include:
How to set up your canner boiler. How to salvage reusable jars. How to sterilize your jars and working area. How to get the skins off of peaches quickly and easily. How to slice your peaches. How to pre-stew your peaches with honey for best canning results. How to get your stewed peaches into the jars without making a mess! How to prep your canning lids. How to put the lids onto your jars with metal band rings. How to get your jars of peaches into the canner boiler. How to prevent your jars from exploding, shattering, and breaking. How to use your canner boiler for best results. How to get your piping hot jars out of the canner boiler! How to cool your jars. How to test your jars for good seals. How to get a good seal on your jars every time! How to label and store your jars of canned peaches.
There’s also some bonus footage in this tutorial where I show you my active compost, garden, and peach saplings that have grown out of peach pits I’ve saved in past years.
If you ever wondered how to successfully can your own peaches, and get great tasting peaches with perfect seals, you must watch this video!
oh how i wished my father still knew me hidden behind a glass darkly voice scratchy over a bad telephone line loaded up with psychotic drugs to make him easier for the nurses the handle
wind whips the leafy branches swaying violently eardrums vibrate with the thick bass of a passing car people murmur behind their darkened windows cats slink chasing shadows down the alleyway
the diamond cutter draws another line but there are no diamonds there are no cutters there is no drawing there is no another there are no lines this is why they are named diamonds, cutters, drawing, another, and lines
what is meant by this repeating curiosity? what is up with this diamond cutter business? how can you say there is something then turn around and say there is not that something?
here is the diamond cutter mystery explained:
thoughts are objects of the mind they arise there they dwell there they circulate there they die there they are resurrected there and another time they swirl there yet thoughts are not real thoughts are code running in the wetware of your mind when you were a baby you had no words yet words were programs injected into your mind when you were a small child you had no judgements yet judgements were programs inflicted on your mind when you were a young person you had no money yet money was a desired object impressed upon your mind
but there are no words there are no programs there are no minds there are no judgements there is no money there are no desired objects
this is why they are named words, programs, minds, judgements, money, and desired objects
do you see? can you understand?
thoughts are illusions some programmed very early, and some later the diamond cutter exposes these illusions by calling them out then assigning them their negatives their antidotes their non-thoughts for there are no thoughts this is why they are named thoughts
any of the ten thousand things that can be named are illusions mind viruses stealing your mental processing power
if you have a recurring thought some endless soundtrack in your mind some emotional pattern that gets you thinking the same thing over and over and over again
let it go dissolve it into silence let it sizzle into the great clear hot the all and nothing icy void and witness for yourself ascendant tranquility
only when the mind is stilled can wisdom and understanding arise
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