Thursday, August 30, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Crop Circle Report No.260820121
Crop Circle at Hackpen Hill (3), nr Broad Hinton. Wiltshire. Reported 26th August :
Cube:
The cube represents the earth in Pythagorean, Indian and Platonic traditions. In Egypt, the Pharaoh is often depicted sitting on a cubic throne. In India, many statues of deities are shown standing on a cube – one under each foot. It is understood as a building block of all simple matter – and it is also understood that within it supernatural possibilities abound. Therefore cube represents the earth from which the spiritual king comes forth.
Sources :
http://www.cropcirclecenter.com/
http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/
http://www.whats-your-sign.com/
The cube represents the earth in Pythagorean, Indian and Platonic traditions. In Egypt, the Pharaoh is often depicted sitting on a cubic throne. In India, many statues of deities are shown standing on a cube – one under each foot. It is understood as a building block of all simple matter – and it is also understood that within it supernatural possibilities abound. Therefore cube represents the earth from which the spiritual king comes forth.
Sources :
http://www.cropcirclecenter.com/
http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/
http://www.whats-your-sign.com/
Monday, August 27, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Crop Circle Drawing No.116111
Crop circle reported 5th August 2012 at Milk Hill (2), nr Stanton St Bernard, Wiltshire :
Source : http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2012/milkhill2/milkhill2012b.html
The drawing :
Source : http://www.cropcircleconnector.com/2012/milkhill2/milkhill2012b.html
The drawing :
Thursday, August 23, 2012
You Are Amazing?!
Have u ever felt like you don't know the person you were one year ago?!... hell sometimes I don't know the person I was yesterday. He's a complete stranger to me, friends and family may remind you by the person you were but you know the truth and the truth is you are here and you are now.
BTW : You are amazing!
BTW : You are amazing!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Promise Me
Promise me, promise me you won't forget me in the years to come and changes to endure
Promise me, promise me you won't forget these tears I shed during the twilight when we walked across that endless street when the dawn was ahead of us
These tears I shed for your wounded past
You told me you're strong and that's why you could take it
But I still cried because I'm not like them, I feel it
I feel you
I don't see a meaningless life wasted in cheap dreams
I see a powerful soul laughing at the face of violence
But I am yet to see any violence, I never saw any violence in your eyes
And that was odd
It's been moments that I stopped crying to write this
But I know I will cry again soon
I know I will cry again when we say goodbye
And I know I will cry again when I miss you
But we will meet again
I know we will meet again somewhere far away from here
And we will sail
Together
Forever...
Promise me, promise me you won't forget these tears I shed during the twilight when we walked across that endless street when the dawn was ahead of us
These tears I shed for your wounded past
You told me you're strong and that's why you could take it
But I still cried because I'm not like them, I feel it
I feel you
I don't see a meaningless life wasted in cheap dreams
I see a powerful soul laughing at the face of violence
But I am yet to see any violence, I never saw any violence in your eyes
And that was odd
It's been moments that I stopped crying to write this
But I know I will cry again soon
I know I will cry again when we say goodbye
And I know I will cry again when I miss you
But we will meet again
I know we will meet again somewhere far away from here
And we will sail
Together
Forever...
Monday, August 20, 2012
The Fixer
When something's dark, let me shed a little light on it
When something's cold, let me put a little fire on it
If something's old, I wanna put a bit of shine on it
When something's gone, I wanna fight to get it back again
-The Fixer by Pearl Jam
When something's cold, let me put a little fire on it
If something's old, I wanna put a bit of shine on it
When something's gone, I wanna fight to get it back again
-The Fixer by Pearl Jam
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Yet Another Lonely Sunset...
Friday, August 17, 2012
Happy New Moon Crazy World! (Tear Power)
Happy new moon crazy world, there have been a lot of shit happening lately which I don't want to think about. Is it so crazy to ask for a little peace? does it make you laugh? does it make you think I'm nutz? Well, I'm nutz but the world is also going nutz as I'm seeing it. Hasn't it always?
I wish for peace in this crazy new moon, there have been worst days... thank you for the strength you gave me to go through what I went through the last few weeks, dear universe please loosen your eyes a little bit, we could use a little tear power...
This is not about me.
This is about us...
I wish for peace in this crazy new moon, there have been worst days... thank you for the strength you gave me to go through what I went through the last few weeks, dear universe please loosen your eyes a little bit, we could use a little tear power...
This is not about me.
This is about us...
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
I Pass Through...
Defying the laws,
I pass through...
I pass through in hunger
And I pass through in pressure
And I pass through the eye of the needle...
I pass through...
I pass through in hunger
And I pass through in pressure
And I pass through the eye of the needle...
Monday, August 13, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
And the crack spread...
He shouted, I smiled and stayed silent... and the crack spread, breaking the place in two.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Where Is My Ring?
I screamed... where is my ring?
Little did I know it was in my left pocket. A rage attack because I couldn't find my ring, the ring in my left pocket that everyone in the house was looking for. (They know how things get when I lose my control)
So I screamed...
I screamed and the ground literally cracked open...
And then I laughed... I laughed until I couldn't breath.
Little did I know it was in my left pocket. A rage attack because I couldn't find my ring, the ring in my left pocket that everyone in the house was looking for. (They know how things get when I lose my control)
So I screamed...
I screamed and the ground literally cracked open...
And then I laughed... I laughed until I couldn't breath.
Friday, August 10, 2012
On Authentic Spirituality
The true rebellion, is not when one raises a colorful flag with courage and goes against for example consumerism, environmental damage, LGBT rights and such, Not that these aren't precious or necessary but the true rebellion is a one man's path at most with the help of a rebel who has crossed the path before.
The true rebellion is psychological (More Jungian than Freudian) in nature. The true rebellion is spiritual in nature. When one goes against what philosophers have called existential anguish during the history of western philosophy specially focused on the human mind and emotion, the inevitable determined nature of being confined in a state of confusion, doubt, fear, anger, unhappiness and boredom (if there is a hint of intelligence, it gets worse)... what my dear existentialist friends call an unchangeable fact of human nature.
During human history only a few have dared to rebel against this "unchangeable" nature of the middle man... the man that is not animal anymore yet to become a god. The man that thinks, questions, develops grudge, desires and achieves... what he wills, at least most of the time.
He searches for something that has been missing since the birth trauma (or even further before)... something simple, you could call it peace of mind or simply put, peace.
I had a glimpse, (here he goes again! haha), something about three weeks of no thinking, inner peace, unconditional love and constant bliss not mentioning how everyday tasks as a 16/17 year old boy became so beautiful that making my bed was like kissing the lips of the goddess herself... No logic, absolutely no logic can explain what happened during those three weeks specially if you know me close enough to see my rage attacks, mental distractions and ongoing anxiety (popping pills like candy)
.
.
.
It faded away... but I'm ok. it's dark, the light comes and goes but I'm mostly in the twilight waiting for the red serpent to say hello, waiting for the touch of her thumb on my forehead, to roar... to roar like a lion freed from his cage after a long long time, to couple with his mate again.
The true rebellion is psychological (More Jungian than Freudian) in nature. The true rebellion is spiritual in nature. When one goes against what philosophers have called existential anguish during the history of western philosophy specially focused on the human mind and emotion, the inevitable determined nature of being confined in a state of confusion, doubt, fear, anger, unhappiness and boredom (if there is a hint of intelligence, it gets worse)... what my dear existentialist friends call an unchangeable fact of human nature.
During human history only a few have dared to rebel against this "unchangeable" nature of the middle man... the man that is not animal anymore yet to become a god. The man that thinks, questions, develops grudge, desires and achieves... what he wills, at least most of the time.
He searches for something that has been missing since the birth trauma (or even further before)... something simple, you could call it peace of mind or simply put, peace.
I had a glimpse, (here he goes again! haha), something about three weeks of no thinking, inner peace, unconditional love and constant bliss not mentioning how everyday tasks as a 16/17 year old boy became so beautiful that making my bed was like kissing the lips of the goddess herself... No logic, absolutely no logic can explain what happened during those three weeks specially if you know me close enough to see my rage attacks, mental distractions and ongoing anxiety (popping pills like candy)
.
.
.
It faded away... but I'm ok. it's dark, the light comes and goes but I'm mostly in the twilight waiting for the red serpent to say hello, waiting for the touch of her thumb on my forehead, to roar... to roar like a lion freed from his cage after a long long time, to couple with his mate again.
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Let's Get Personal
Ok, I'm not easy on the emotions when it comes to public writing but I'm gonna let it flow this time because this was the intention of creating this blog, not the Burning Book Magicka (mocking humor) becoming the center of my whole shit.... ah, forget about it. It's the fuckin ADD, can't hold on to a fuckin thought for more than 5 seconds, plus the meds (the k-pin in general); I'm having shitty times... (bless the lord, I'm burning past life karma.... haha ) probably wondering I'm using humor to run away from what I'm about to say or telling the plain belief of burning karma. No I DON'T FUCKIN BELIEVE IN KARMA. Now let's slide and come to where I was about to cum ;)...
I don't put much personal info on here but fuck it... my life is an open book, burn it if you will; My mom stopped supporting me financially because of personal issues (u know the whole you're 18, you should be on your own, where's the respect bullshit) and me... I'm just tired strangling with the fuckin GAD every fuckin moment of every day (worst at night when I crave for an embrace like a lost child)... There was this thing I wrote today (I seriously believed I'm writing the truth) about how the simple fact of me choosing not to blow my top makes me an enlightened master... haha. I'm gonna start working (cleaning a kitchen at an indian restaurant or something, not sure yet), stand on my feet (Muladhara activation if you know what I mean) and rent a room somewhere around with the money I make out of licking dishes... :(
This is gonna be the story of my life for the next 1/2/3 years until I get home... Those of you who know me, know where and what I mean by home and how I'm about to get there so no need to expand the whole opening up.
I'm just so confused... so many things happening at once, writing this naked, my dad in the other room smoking another cigarette while I'm trying to quit for the 1000th time (haven't smoked for a week or so), a very close friendship with a mature woman who has helped me a lot during this shit, my illness, my spiritual practices, music... It's all becoming a fuckin Koan if you know what I mean.
2012... a year of transfiguration, not just transformation. at least for me. The ascension of Emanuel... haha
If the world ends, remind me to fart as hard as I can before inhaling/exhaling my last breath... (I have a really loose asshole so it's really hard for me to fart, don't do it... brown stuff would be all over the place before the world ends)
I don't put much personal info on here but fuck it... my life is an open book, burn it if you will; My mom stopped supporting me financially because of personal issues (u know the whole you're 18, you should be on your own, where's the respect bullshit) and me... I'm just tired strangling with the fuckin GAD every fuckin moment of every day (worst at night when I crave for an embrace like a lost child)... There was this thing I wrote today (I seriously believed I'm writing the truth) about how the simple fact of me choosing not to blow my top makes me an enlightened master... haha. I'm gonna start working (cleaning a kitchen at an indian restaurant or something, not sure yet), stand on my feet (Muladhara activation if you know what I mean) and rent a room somewhere around with the money I make out of licking dishes... :(
This is gonna be the story of my life for the next 1/2/3 years until I get home... Those of you who know me, know where and what I mean by home and how I'm about to get there so no need to expand the whole opening up.
I'm just so confused... so many things happening at once, writing this naked, my dad in the other room smoking another cigarette while I'm trying to quit for the 1000th time (haven't smoked for a week or so), a very close friendship with a mature woman who has helped me a lot during this shit, my illness, my spiritual practices, music... It's all becoming a fuckin Koan if you know what I mean.
2012... a year of transfiguration, not just transformation. at least for me. The ascension of Emanuel... haha
If the world ends, remind me to fart as hard as I can before inhaling/exhaling my last breath... (I have a really loose asshole so it's really hard for me to fart, don't do it... brown stuff would be all over the place before the world ends)
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
Sunday, August 05, 2012
The Artist
Only a true artist who has left the world of words behind can understand the true nature of existence... Others are bound to struggle until they find a piece of art and cling to it; And then again after a while they are bound to struggle until they learn to paint...
Friday, August 03, 2012
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