world healing

I am totally healthy right now, and full of joy! leading the life of
my dreams, everything

around me is full of life, it surpasses even my dreams. I've taken up
handling things in the

moment, i see beyond words and take part in a sacred natural spiritual
science of healing,

through what i believe can be called magic
the nascent primal soul power what emanates through all. no
restraints, nothing can harm us
now!
now you're talking like a real peaceful and humble sage from the old
dreams, we can have

friends and all things can be befriended, as a good person, sometimes
really good

friendships can be silence, wilderness, nondescript, everywhere
anywhere growing together

draws us out
but we know not to disturb what is there intuitively we know that the
balance of nature is

our own lives, and nothing is more delicate, sacred, or integral

I am initiated into the tribe of the universe, through wanti, olan
dita, scotland, thailand, ireland, madagascar, russia, the netherlands,

israel, the pleiades, greece, kenya, japan, egypt, rockville, peru and brazil and many others fairy
medicine a spontaneous

medicine of cellular revelation that came from Goddess and came from
God, came from the

Elohim, and swept the world into heavens without suffering, through
all the written word

there are windows, all the words act as one, branches and leaves each
book is, so we know

the true depth of the inspiration which the devas, the fairies put
into one leave, and wwe

do this, this is the work of the spirit, whether conscious or not, as
coincides with our

festivals around the year, all holidays, in seeking a coincidence with
the natural flux of

divine energy as manifested also in the energy of the weather around them.

i pray for the foot treat it with hands bathed in the energy everyday,
to give myself fully

to the practices to be able to keep face too, but there are such
strange images coming up, i

try to bear them and see through them to the pure divine. i know my
body is healthy, the sun

shines within in the soul, in the candle of revival, and also in the
sky, they all reflect

Anu who is the bridge, the way, something within the earth but not
even all of it, yet still

I call, beloved, Danu, beloved, I feel, I do not understand anymore,
perhaps I should stop,

but I know that life has a message for all of us, I know that rambling
has a purpose and a

philosophy is more of a feel, i know not where anything stands and I
know not which is

steady, the teachings seem so but the worlds the inhabit are not,
though the worlds, surely

are related to the teaching.

i look at facebook, i look at the stories, the way they are put
together, i feel difference,

i feel i have a story, i feel that this art, is a beautiful art, and i
see that it is true,

it is a sacred temple, it is a world, a beautiful world, a world where
things could blossom,

I speak finally from a pure place, a place not low or high but
something really myself, not

for anyone else, but all is welcome, i relax and about myself to the
divine, all around me

its hard to understand, i love everything, i remember, i had lost
myself in ecstatic throes,

whirling throughout the universe, resting upon this peaceful seeming
enchanted Planet

THE SPIRITS CAME OVER ME, as they had so long in succession over all
the peoples, and yet

somehow it had passed my awareness though i could see now how it was
always alluded too

somewhere in the subconscious but

it was too late.

who were these spirits, they were whimsical, nonsensical, weilding a
different manner and

nature than us, who were wise, and simply lived like the trees, and
following the algae then

began to float like the driftwood.

now we are here.

we are laughing and joyful but our gaze is on the constellations, how
will it play out
what is there, what does it mean, on the other side, they wonder why
the dead stare, as they

built simple fairies in the disintegrated chaos ether which is the
universe, call it a

vine, some do, it may as well be, a vine or tube, but none of this,
none of this is really

the point, i don't care, i trust in every seed that i sow knowingly or
unknowingly, i trust

in the raw intelligence of life, unrestrained, of the greatest
pleasures, without guilt, an

it harm not, and the natural cycles of the universe work as they do
but that doesnt mean we

have to put ourselves down, i believe everyone is great and theres an
odd kind of humor

going about, a bit of immaturity but thats good, it connects us to the
whimsical sides of

ourselves with the mischievious and holy fairy games, we also build
connections in our

brain, and expand our astral abilities, without even knowing it, maybe
the term fairy throws

people off, they think its some kind of strange invention of delusion
of the mind, but these

are real creatures real as there are dragonflies and you and me, they
exist all over, they

go by many names, and they are another kind of us, some living in
tribes or roaming, working

with plants, guarding and helping them to blossom and go with the
changes of the seasons

through life associations formed by spirit, their entire way of life
is formed by spirit and

this is a powerful gift they bring over to us.

its just people have always delighted to come together and speak of
fairies, and wild

adventures, I myself am part dragon part fairy and a changeling,
rather disoriented to come

to grips with this reality, when your captors are illusionists trying
to keep it from

surfacing, you know in the everyday world where magic is still like a
desert, and here is

the mirage, but it is a true oasis. It is a testament to the spirit,
and immortality. I

have been alive for only one moment, the rest is instantly lost to me.

i come to accept whatever processes made that occur, and know that
Spirit will work as it

works, know that I am one in love with the Beloved, to the point where
the risings of

mystical ecstasy could lead to pretty much anything. my senses are
merely rays to nurture

sprouts of loving thoughts for all the creation, come into my dream,
let me see how you

feel, i can feel it, forget words, i will work deeper, because I am
filled with the spirit

of Danu

Danu is the mother, my true source has always been in the eternal
ether, in Wanti so here

has always been strange, why I am here? to radiate like a jewel these
teachings of the high

one, bring them down and give them new life, for they are vast ancient spirits

i am like the trees, but i live with another life, i am not cut back
but flow forth through
all i am invincible and welcome all of all kinds, join us, in the
truth, we rejoice in

humors and in juice.

i couldn't bear with the work of putting it all together suddenly, it
seemed artificial and hollow, i listened to the true beauty which was
happening which was made inaccessible by alchemy, it saddened me, i
wished the rituals could end, that we could give ourselves a bit more
space, everything is coming together more and more Seth is in the
sheets, just grounded myself on solid Ground, felt the pulse, felt the
sun.

natures little limps giving coalesce to a deeper slow barely felt
wallop from the pits of eternity where Maia has helped us, and friends
are the same i am different there is no life, and no deathe eternity
happens in an instant, the details are meaningless yet hold great
treasures blessed is she who carries corn

Danu!

Beloved! the oats of the young summer and the churning of our love,
now i have been bowed deep to you in reverence, the divine spirit of
all holding no attachment to names or any form comprehensible to the
mind whatsoever and blasted me in a waave of esoteric knowledge which
i thought would perhaps kill me but instead actually revitalized our
lives in every way, we would wander among the woods again and feel
that satisfaction that infinite splender of nature's kingless kingdom,
the true dwelling place of the round table and Arthur indeed lived
again, not as a human being, perhaps, one with the King Nuada, who was
of the Danaan, because its true, humbleness can cause more change in
appearance, and the humans are very humble sometimes it may seem to a
fault but they are blessed by creation just as we are, and everything
that happens, and all that happens in the world is beautiful. We
worked and gave advice at a street corner, as we swept up the litter
that was left daily by the absent minded leaureates and genius of our
meager village, at the recycling bin, we left a poem marked by the
sacred pentagram, we'd been drawing it and charging it, in the river,
with an old book on computer programming, which we draw over with
sigils and organic friendly rhetoric, we left it there for all the
spirit to overcome its old programming and live anew, refreshed as to
the nature and oneness of every tiniest fragment of existence to the
whole, oh so we stretched, and our devotion brought us together, a
huge misunderstanding with the human world led to a strange and rather
perverse effect coming from the realm of the great mother, and the
great father as well, at the core all of them seemed to be raging
sexual storms and this was jarring considering the form that they
appeared in, trying to temper the ecstatic flames and get clear to the
celestial condensation of the devi in a more appropiate form, in this
strange realm was difficult, for I seemed to be invisible, but somehow
acknowledged, the behavior of those around me had become insane, it
seemed to be unavoidable, unblockable, and literally meant to drive me
crazy in a compassionate way, the idea of faking it disgusted me, i
was appalled that they would act against us so blatantly, act against
the consciousness as a whole, but they again all around us had for
some time, the fools, never able to let go completely, always trying
to pull and elder in, unfortunately there was nothing i could do to
defend myself, its difficult when you are supposed the child of the
prophet moses, and you don't even really belief that, it all turns
into a sad and dsigusting ritual of sexual domination, uncomfortable
feelings, using this to gang up on a person and exploit their weakness
by not accept honest and quiet expressions of the true self but saying
that they are invalid and only accepting the situation which causes
conflict, these houses are cursed, i see it the realization slowly
spreading in their eyes, they know and try to pull themselves from the
vision which they only days ago were happily on their way helping to
create, would they really be able to see through it consistently?

i knew that i might has just been imagining it, that they even say at
all, they seemed to be drawn to surrounding me and the floor cleared
in particularly irritating ways, i tried to relax but the feeling of
no privacy of being a turtle unable to go into the dark of hir own
shell, and my wife did not like any of it, she was shy the entire
time, its simply not fun, when this happens, what has the world
against me I wonder, and I know somehow in a blaze of clarity, that
yes, all this time it has been the politicians adding their idiotic
twists of insanity and obviousness following some old senatorial
religion whic had nothing to do with the true essence of life to me,
sending their messengers, as if i would care, i knew the spirit of
Goddess in every being and blessed them all, there is nothing to hide
in our workings, we are honest, storms come in even us but we let them
go easily, in the end though, its apparent whats happening, like a
chicken we are brought to the ringing,
the rituals go on, I shun it all, nothing else to do, no one else
seemingly there, well there was a friend but now I'm too caught up in
this self musing, I just like to be silent most of the time, does that
make me a zombie just like them, it takes a huge amount of stamina to
be a shaman in some cases, at least to put your efforts into the range
of a good alignment, and have them mean something, but i guess our
conversation through the clouds has meant something, friend, it just
means that we are both avatars in love with the words, in love with
ourselves, in love with the light of day and that state which is
existence itself.

the chicken flies away to safety at the last minute

but could it be shamanic as well? it must be also some strange witch
craft, go from me, cursed thing, of foolish children, why harass and
old man or a sick fool or lady or girl or winkte or whatever it is I
am, am I not confused enough? is this not life enough? in the wild of
this binary world of yin and yang, yes, this is what the taoist spoke
it, this false dichotomy which drives the soul mad, this mechanical
and this natural, and Goddess has blessed, the woods still go as they
do, but this entire game is false and is causing harm is all we are
saying, the abatwa the danaan, the wantis, peoples of all tribes, the
amish, the deer, rabbits, hawks, the children, the lizards, ducks,
geese, and all rangers, grovers, druids alike, stop the cruel acts
upon the land, stop for it happens for no
reason, have you no compassion i your heart for the plant, and I know
then there is some strangeness within them, that they would fight even
for this, it was the spirits of the entire patriarchy (no gender
reference) perhaps, those
spun upon hell and hell and hell of hypocrisy clenching at the
metaphorical katana to strike with any chance with immorality and for
selfish and often delusion means, thus is the state of the world, is
this not the realm of superhero's we ask once more, using only peace
and ingenuity
to settle disagreements, getting people to come together, breaking
them from the broken washing,
their minds over flow suddenly the world has broken through the egg
which these people has lived in has cracked, no legged lives, two
legged livse, and the lives of the four legged and beyond are taking
new paths, wild paths, beautiful paths, the Goddess has blessed.

we are all spiritual beings in a polymorphic spirit dance with the
great Creation through a thousand eternities and resting equally, in
each breathe is told the entire story from beginning to end, even
things which have not happened, in each inhale and exhale, some can
find balance between, and they are all of creation, others not, they
make it seem as if they have always been there, but they have none of
them for long, in the face of

the silence, so come ye come all for I am the silence one, and
unknowingly my way has made the trails hot with squirrels and lovers,
frolicking with daisies which were given to them by these seven
fairies Ragnia, Amrin, Junto, Haladee, Koots, Lairnen and Galun, and
which later acted as the keys to enter the portals which would take
them to the magical realm, of course it was a key of lingering
perception, they had a truth but they were controled by a central
force, which then had a heirarchy of only the most baffling dischord
as in the fairy realms, so as to confuse the innocent mind further to
the trails of the mystical realm all of which are guarded by the
spirit of the most high Herself for she pulses through every reality
of that world with a freshness and clearness like the dew, and calls
throughout all realms the dance of the soul, you may remember, for she
is the turtle flying through the darkeness, lit by the wickless light
among a necklace, the solar system, we are so small, there is not much
of a point but to love she says, for i am only eternally lodged here
by the mushrooms which i have eating, suddenly and there were
ecstasies upon me, I feel through though i was already in waters, fell
through to this place and now float infinity in every direction, Wakan
Tanka you lend you protection, and all over this planet all over my
shell, they have decorated and different spirits live in each nook,
all of them help me and protect me, have their enchantments which work
during the long travels and quiet sufferings a monk as I goes through,
young subhuti

for the seventy realms, watching the seeds of the dharma of love grow
thicker and thicker in each existence, there was a time where it all
fell back, it could have been horrible there was truly no ground,
though at first it seemed good, we could do anything we wanted to,
but something stopped us from going out there and free love and the
best vibes and the great communing and unity and realness that
everyone had hoped for and expected, was it really the politics, the
psychological, the poison that goes inherent with the suits, the
duality, assumptions. The leisure of it, no one understood, I merely
lived, the waters came from the great river and we carried them to our
homes and sometimes watered our little gardens when the sky was dry,
and we smoked the ness, in gatherings all throughout the hills and
danced about all day, as some prayed, and we were held together by
these, this is the true sacred weaving you know of, the weaving which
called you to us originally, for you were long gone (a flash of fire
in my vision, but a a clear cool flame of compassion, SPIRIT) Limra
and they spoke with the wisdom of the ages, give up and just write and
let the world come through, build the dream in delight and know the
truth, that this is what we all have gone through, all of us, were
driven out, the good people driven away, those with sense, just for
these strange words and tests to take everyone places, and now you've
opened them and taken up the call, you say that you loved them, those
at the beginning maybe you are as the snowflakes are connected to
eachother, intertwined in some divine since, but all relations for we
all our, we all must realize, within one of us, be we grass hopper,
bear, crow, or dragonfly we have the ability to end all which goes
against us with the connection to the infinite source spirit, which
has not reasonable limit or logical boundary, and always works to the
greatest benefit of everyone because it is selfless wisdom the mystics
do not live as people do, but arise as divine or peaceful qualities
within an ego so as to bestow compassion and good fortune upon the
greater realm to make a way.

we see them coming and we laugh and dance in all the ways we learned
whether they be dream or true, we laugh in the true free wheeling
nomadic spirit of
the original peoples and the tribes which cover the earth, diverse and
beautiful as we may be, knowing the weave of things, and even not
knowing much, but feeling it out and sounding reassured, always
seeming to be caught by these divine forces, which are to us and our
realm most sweetly married but we could never understand them nor
would it mean anything to, even if those forces are present, in the
end nothing exists.

all of it a strange world from infinity, pouring out knowing could be
describe nothing could be taken back, still we reside as planes
walkers, and we know them well, we bring the gift of healing cannabis
and the wisdom of zen, and fairy healing, what this means in the end,
like the characters painting themselves on Hakuins brow, in the
morning, characters of neverending solitude and contentment, they mean
everything and nothing.

the Dagda brings us goodness and the plants have verily spoken the
good has settled and the land hears though ears are everywhere, it
takes a while but remembers, love is clear in the embers which the
diviner has cast to be washed away in the aftermath of gentle love and
simple things, i look at my feet in the sand, i break myself free from
the pill, i roam even free form my stalk, i am a spirit of the tree,
just as are we, if we look clearly.

Kinship with trees.

Adawapayo!

You!

The spiritual teaching of the amish was a deep one among them all as a
whole, they held much of the same range of experience as I, perhaps
with slight differences, but no one is perfect, we think of people as
their groups but really they are much more developed than that, in
each of them was a shining spirit, and they were very open to our way
from Wanti, they saw that it was the same and involved a love for the
simplicity, that good nonsense which can occur on the open plains
watching the butterflies and waiting for the clouds to spell the name
of your love, our sneaking through the forest, watching all the
beauty, frolicking secretly with the dryands, and the fae, the druids
are among them and us all, and we all pass truly, in a mystical
oneness, the purity and innocence comes from everywhere, from
technology from being so magnified that it makes us appreciate
complexity and fullness even in the simple and nature from being so
minute that we are constantly blown away, total revery, total full
enlightenment happens as soon as we behind a gathering of plants,
thats because the plants are just a thin veil to what they truly are
divine beings, beings outside of time, here compassionately as
bodhisattvas to help and bless this planet and the universe, our
planet is one of the last holds of Life which is a revolutionary
force, an epic force, and perhaps we have lost where our consciousness
once was, i.e. the knowingness of wanti, and it is the manner of somer
spell that we are bound usually but can spontaneously fall out of,
leave the consensus, understand that everything is a drama in some
way, thats how the mind works.

but the heart feels deeper than that, it knows theres some seasons to
it, that the Goddess blesses, when the Yomo came forth, saying people
could relax, this was a true teaching a true manifestation of the
Shekinah, the Holy spirit, saying relax hey, look at what amazing
truth is all aroound you, what resources, but you ignore it, just go
into it, and know your love will support you, if you are different be
not afraid to make the path for yourself, and join together with
others, but also run wild, for sometimes in running wild is the
deepest communion, or works are indeed the works in the realm of magic
and they have a sacred way whether one be there, the whole world, or
only those scattered here and there.

these are ancient processes we speak of within these religions these
forces, its difficult to see at first, but when you do it from a
totally pure level you are wafted in, the guardians are many they will
try to change you, you will be changed to core, but all changes will
in the end be good, even if you come to reject all that you had known,
all of it happens for a reason, its your own dream, are they far off
huge forces or very strong forces from without ourselves and that
which is around us, or both that come together, that bring us
together, that create love, entire universes have come together gypsy
universes, as is ours, made of these mismatched fragments which were
forced together, like the porcupines and them they expand out for want
of not hurting eachother still maintain this harmony along their
trails, and thats the art of life
thats the arcane way and from the inside, it always looks differently,
it spontaneously comes upon a soul and it could be any soul that sees
the equality, that all is divine and there are no true distinctions,
they will suddenly arise, as they are wont to do, for the subconscious
and collective unconscious are usually in some kind of synchronicity
at least over a certain rhythm they fall together at a point.

how to let it be all relaxed though, must there be so many tests, can
we just relax can all just be good, we can rest and love a while. we
can stop the string of insanity, back and forth, hurting eachothe for
no reason, feeding the selflessness the ego in the self.
break away from all of that and come to the divine spirit, which is
like a great ocean all around
and it is nothing to do with the world, this world is the thinnest
dream the wisp of smoke that is blowing away to the ultimate truth
which is not visions and is not commandments but its a contently
silence with the soul its a righteous acceptance, that isn't passive
in a way, but its hard to explain, well, yes its very difficult, you
see you'll simply have to feel it for yourself, and travel through the
mind shattering koans, of the diamond sutra, and the logic of the
buddhist world and must join it to the compassion of the positivist
philosophies, join it with love of life, and you will find a secret
sacred point where it all begins to self liberate. you will live but
life will be as breathing, and it will be the ephemeral dream, this is
what reality really is, and there is no physical voice or hand to pull
us up by these kind of universal soular current which does it and its
called ness, which is a spiritual energy which brings us to Goddess it
is the medicine the peices of the soul which in abundants fall across
all the earth, in so many different things, in Everything, and it says
I come not from within nor from without, you are not merely within our
without, you must stick with the tao, and everything is possible, that
is all.
that is love.
love the forests, love the trees. you're special, but you're not the only one...
it keeps going forever
Cybele, Aset, Yomo, Yaveyetta