Showing posts with label Past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Past. Show all posts
Monday, 31 January 2011
SHAPE SHIFT IS CONVERSATION
Before the light we had gradually expelled from our psyches and maybe also then all in all other creatures/beings that existed before the massive industrialization of the past hundreds of years. But as soon as the transition came and we began changing ourselves, we soon realized these whole beings that we have neglected. The blending with them began. This often magic creatures we some kind of advance version of us trapped in the constant past that we lived during the times before the light.They taught at mainly theirs shape-shifting technics as our physical body was getting lighter and lighter and we where blending with the light. They were the same like us have being waiting for long time and possibly also having lost their purpose of being against an apathic audience. it was indeed one of the purposes, to teach us to shape shift or The language of light, as before they were the only ones intermediating between us and the lights, now we were in direct conversation.The priests, the doctors and the poets.
Labels:
Dialog,
Future,
Journal of the Transition,
Past,
The Groups
Thursday, 29 July 2010
The Trace of Meaning

Many got lost in the transition with this new feature. As childs with no sense for so long we suddenly had to much. The change in the alignment implied that we could trace meaning infinitely back. Everything you did was meant to be now, it was your way to the present. We could travel all our life it seems, finding the cause of things, finding the cause of the cause, and so on. Did they really got lost in the trace of meaning? The groups decided during the trasition that a group of wayters should travel in the search of the origin of the origin. Once decided there was not much to do, a few goodbyes, we knew this was the last time we would see each other, a journey to the infinite. with time and as the lights where getting closer to us we realize that the patterns of the big stars approaching had a resemblance with those of the wayters that left in the search of the origin. As all of the group realized this, the future became present, the wayters where back with us, much changed, almost unrecognizable.-We had to change- They told us - We have seen the origin-, but they kept traveling because there was more, they saw that there were things creating the origin. They found us. All what they learnt was available and we could now trace the meaning into the future.
Saturday, 24 July 2010
Inside Us

Before the transition, The Light was making us prisoners of the circumstances, we received and generated in accordance with our life experience, we were reaching high and falling low, comparing, wanting and pretending to choose. We build decent prisons for our petty existences, and although potentially the door of the cell was always open, we would rather stay in. There were always groups explaining in different traditions about the way to freedom. This was always a false hope in the sense that the conditions were not created for the true release. With the approximation of the second star, the conditions were there, available, habit killed a few of us, staying inside with this amount of light was not only impossible but suicidal, During the transition the catastrophe occurred, it began slowly, there was some benevolence in the air as the plants were greener, disease was healed, the climate was balanced and there was abundance and an equilibrium, there was a feeling in the air of union, the planet was together and differences between regions vanished from the psyche of individuals. It felt like one of those planetarian competition games of regions, a sense of brotherhood. As the star came closer, the end of the planet as we knew it began. As the tank was filling up with light all was good, when the accumulated fuel ignited was when it happened. The catastrophe was not like always pictured in premonitions, earth opening, oceans inundating, whole regions in fire and whole regions in covered by ice. The catastrophe was inside, the prison broke apart, our perception cracked, a sea of light illuminated our shadows. It felt like being dying of thirst and being struck by a massive wave of clean sweet water, trying to hold some water with the hand, slipping trough the fingers. The realisation of the wasted time unable to take the bless of abundance.
The catastrophe was inside us, as it always has been.
Saturday, 17 July 2010
The Spacecraft (Soundcraft) that takes you Always Home

It was made for two. To take the two of us. We have already practiced some moves in the previous project with her. We had played mobile and the sound was taking us into places. We found a way of transportation. As we built this programming we lost the original force and I lost her for the first time, but that is another story. I realise that direction was important and the new project was specifically designed to Take you Home, wherever you were. This was assuring a back to base, in case of emergency. The seed for next one was there and a new mischief partner fulfilled the role. We were due to travel Always Home with our sounds, the new one had also experience in duo flying, it was a transition from her, trough a sister, a great pilot with less emotion and baggage involved with me. We had the right amount of experience. And we built this Soundcraft. Our flying sequence was:
Sonreir (Smile) – Cucu (Greeting) – Brava (Courage) – Our Flag (Statement) – Sunboy (powerforce) – Abdication (Let Go) – Princesita (Little princess) – Susurra (whisper) – Cold Stones (Remember the Loss) – The Joyfull Day Of My Life (Extra Fuel) – My Friend and the Saw (The unnecessary) - Carriage (Our cristal) – Orange Eye (Receive Life) – Sueno (Dream) – Mother Called (Direction) – The right One (Decision) – Limited Stay (Sense of Urgency).
We flown successful missions. We Always arrived Home. This was the preparation and transition for the next project. Now that I knew I could fly Always Home if needed, I began an expedition to all the places possible in this ship, she did not need to travel with me and she stayed home, I got a new co-pilot for the exploration, he was pretty much the main pilot and he jump into the ship with confidence and unattached. We shoot out in many directions and visit amazing places, travel in a condensed time... but that is another story.
Labels:
Adventures in Creation Land,
Her,
Journal of the Transition,
Me,
Past,
The Groups
The New Shoes

Someone invited me to a meeting hosting by a Healer, he was in town, young and monk-like. There was nothing to loose, it was a dream, there was benevolence in the air, and the only bad thing I could think about this people inviting me was: inoffensive nuters. If it does not work, I will just be polite and leave when they finished the meeting. (or wake up before) I went trough the door and he was there, shinny eyes, dark skin, relaxed shoulders big friendly smile.
-Hello! Welcome.. (and he called me by my name, this was a bit funny, they could have told him I was coming or he somehow knew, I also knew his name, as the person that invited me told me so)
-Hello xxxx!- I replied with confidence-
As he was waving his arm in a welcoming direction he looked at my feet – Oh! you do not have the right kind of shoes for today, you will need (such and such)-
My shoes were pretty close to his description, which was a shame, I though. Instinctively I decided to play the game. I felt they wanted me to go inside but there was this little difficulty or interference- I have a pair of those, so that will be no problem, I will be back in a short period of time!- I did have a pair of those but when I was saying that it did not struck me where did I have them, in the dream did I have a home with stuff in it? I probably needed to wake up. He was quick in the reply, almost ignoring me playing a game. – Oh! no that will not be necessary I have a pair right here that you can use.
We sit at the entrance hall of where the meeting was happening. He magically made appear the shoes, let me help you he said, he touch my left foot in order to take my shoe off and put the one of the right kind for the meeting. He began talking
-Ah! You think is your fault the loneliness you have created around you, do not worry, you need to work with what is given to you. (He struck a chord in me, I was already amazed by the simplicity of the truth he put in front of me)
He paused for a little moment and exalted as if my foot has told him something embarrassing, he laughed- That thing that you do to your body! – I knew what he meant and he made it sound less bad, just silly- what you need is this ones! – and he gave me a bag of lots of little white things- You will be fine with this.
mmm... You think you are a strong drinker and that you can deal with it. That is not forever and you do not have more time of that.
Right after as I was trying to acknowledge the recipe I was given, which felt awfully right although it did not contained any specific instruction- He concluded the meeting with- Come back in 8 moons time and we will take it from there.
I left with my new shoes and headed to the supermarket, but that was a less instructive part of the dream. 8 Dreams moons time...
Labels:
Dreams And Visions,
Past,
The Story of the First Kid
Sunday, 11 July 2010
The Only Story

As a preparation for growing up, we have been told the same story, over and over again, and we have wondered and learn to accept the understanding about life. Like a fairy tale for children. Building the understanding for the future. We though that good and evil was within us, and that we could change things, but there was no such a thing, the story told over the centuries was meant to prepare and crystallize this breed of creatures that we are and to prepare when Light will become available again, the history is a dark shadow weight over our spring, gathering momentum for the release and further jump to the outside of the seed.
Monday, 5 July 2010
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