The sum of 1-13 = 7 x 13 = 91

So long as we fail to recognize the extent to which we influence the manifestation that is Reality, we will fail to partake, as One, of the Sacrament that is the Totality of Its Perfection. ​

Leibniz need not apply.​

That these failures are ultimately the sum of success? That is Not for me to say. ​

eMBeMLaHV! ​

 

He said, "you're this lover of tragedy, this sympathizer with the unfolding dark that swallows those that blind themselves from overexposure to the light." "You have done me a wrong turn, good sir," she replied. "I am no more or less the light to which they stare than the darkness to which it leads them. Nor are you." He couldn't argue with that, yet he felt compelled to speak, "it's as if we're addicted to bad karma."

eMBeMLaHV!

 

It is the greatest of ironies and an apt exemplification of the Paradoxical Nature of Existance, that the One who draws within it self to construct without It Self a Shell for Breaking, comes to a Union Universal by Virtue Thereof, while the One that extends It Self in order to supplicate it self to some sectarian illusion of security, though constantly assured by dogmatic conventions of their validity, does naught but affirm and materialize the Phantasmagoria of its own Neuroses.


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Imagine that you have materialized on a beach, before a Great Sea, the Tide of which laps gently against the shore. And you see on this beach, just beyond the reach of this Tide, a Child. This Child has built before him(or her if you like) a Castle, fashioned as it were from the Sand, that Dust of Ages, which blows from the Hand at the prompting of Whirling Winds. You see the Child has a bucket, of the deepest Purple, with a handle many-colored, as of a Rainbow. He takes the Bucket to the edge of the Water, as the Tide carresses his feet, and into the Sea he dips the Bucket. He carries the Bucket back to his Creation, Water a-sloshing over the rim as he Goes. You approach the Child, and see that he is digging about his Castle a Trench, as if for a Moat. Do not speak to the Child, lest he speak to you. If no conversation be forthcoming, and the Child has finished digging the Trench, proceed to pick up the Bucket, and fill in his moat for him. At this you should recieve a smile on behalf of the Child. If ye will, assist further the Child, in constructing new Castles. The Tide will of course draw closer as the day wanes.


Hence, that at the moment when you see that the Tide must inevitably come to that Cataclysm by which it will decimate all of your Work, take the Child's hand in yours, and step back with him while you both watch the Castles drown and dissolve as the Sun is swallowed by the Horizon.

And don't forget to squeeze gently that Child's Hand, and Smile.

eMBeMLaHV!

 

embe m lahv !


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when i see what i have drawn ... of my time at the beach , there is the story of tree . first i sawed then i seed then he said hey , sell you some rubber monkeys . tho cash i was low tree buggered me so and now i got a sappy pair and one that greens at my jokes . oops

 

I don't understand what the "1-13" in your problem is for...

 

the sum of 1-13, meaning 1+2+3+4+5+6+7+8+9+10+11+12+13= 7 x 13 = 91.

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haha oh... I thought you meant like "one minus 13"

 

Interesting, tikoo, the many ways in which Unity may Become, Manifest.

eMBeMLaHV!

 

Many Blessings, Much Love, Healing Vibrations!


the e, e, a is but a key to its pronunciation.

eMBeMLaHV!

 

may i give e , e , a also some meaning ? it is the only unity of language that i can understand , when everything intentional has meaning and value as idea . please kindly iree excuse me to be so small .

 

Why, dear friend, all power be vested in thee to give meaning to whatsoever you choose... and e-e-a does actually have meaning, but it was at first just my attempt to show how it was to be pronounced. lol. funny how the revelations wait till you turn your back to bite your ass, eh?

eMBeMLaHV!