Altered State

Walk with me down this path into a past you do not recall. 

The ground is jagged with stones scattered, 

you can walk about them though through soft sand on your feet 

if you are diligent. 

The air is crisp and clear, 

you can see the breath of your last thought as you exhale. 

In that thought you can now see is all the paths before thee. 

The crow flies above, their cawing a warning. 

In your minds eye you can hear the drums of thoughtful nights, 

a steady beat

budaupathumpa

budaupathumpa

budaupathumpa

 one foot in front of the other. 

How many paths before you did you see? 

Which one is for thee for only one can you be. 

Take care of the rocks below the foot 

as you gander into your breath to mark clear. 

Your hands are cold, 

you can feel the energy emanating from your palms, 

 your fingers start to tingle. 

You start to feel it spread through your body, 

your limbs become heavy 

as the glow takes hold. 

Your step is graceful, your feet now mind for you. 

There is no more jagged rock below, 

the sand is moist, 

a shell for feet to mind for a time. 

The wind is starting to blow, 

your breath no longer for thee to see. 

The Golden glow fills you, 

it shows you as far as you desire so to heed. 

It's the Gift of the Spirt that leads the way. 

With the knowledge that was past, 

thoughts and fears of those around us now.

 The vision of a clear future to wash the fear.

 Waves are crashing

Now they could see the path clear across the sea. 

Belief in thee for only that which they could see. 

Visions foretold were for the dreams, 

not the day where all could gaze. 

Walk in reality now, for a moment, the here and now and look around...everything is as normal as the eye can see. Is it dark or night? You can feel and see that which is near. Lets take a corner, here, to the left to the south. The information you receive is chosen just for you. Is it written on the wall? Can you change it three times a charm. Bounce. They let you see that which only they allow from sea to shining sea, oh you Purple Mountain Majesty I have a seat at your knee.

You decide you are animal or Man via your behavior in every moment. These are choices. It's the Ol' Vulcan Romulan paradox. We don't perceive ourselves as animals often but it is what we are. We are more equal because we have a gift. We can control our behavior. We used to have social contracts. We don't anymore. This makes the world dangerous when people do not control their behavior. When they turn off the system in which we know works what happens? (This is also Mrna.) The paradox of humans that look clean but under are rotting and decaying; the fake face of reality. 

fake nails

fake hair

fake concern

fake money

fake eyelashes

fake ideas

fake people

fake safety

fake doctors

fake teachers

fake story tellers

fake magicians 

fake leaders

fake love

fake religions

The internets are real world, you don't have to like it, we have to operate it. Some say, "get off the nets and join the real world", I say it all the time...if you want to know the future...You look into the machine. The machine is your mind and the nets are all the minds connected for ease. When past way we could cast ourselves to and fro with out the crutch of man made electricity. We are made of just that and our mind is that which controls our personal machine, you control you. 

Question, "if a child is born brilliant, with no need to learn through experience will they have the same insights as a child that chased brilliance?"

Question, "if the internets give knowledge with out the wisdom of experience to discern is that knowledge applicable?"

Question, "where does knowledge come from?"

Question, "what is practice?"

Her cold hands freed the energy as it spun in her palms, 

all at Gods will. 

So fast it spun she left the ground

 with the Faith of the Mass 

she moved mountains and seas 

and they all could see