Open that rusty old door of your mind & let it guide you to another place in time,where chances are,that you will meet some very interesting people,whom you never imagined existed.Once they start to chat ,your perception of thoughts,will never be the same again.You will come to realize who, & what is fueling the loco-motives of thought,& you will understand that, what psychology have told you, about the mechanisms of the mind,are but a picture of flowers in black & white.
Once you start to listen to these people, who are beyond what we conceive as time,your old maps of the world are slowly added colours,newly discovered countries,breathtaking landscapes & jeweled cities within cities.
&, once you start to act, according to their jaw-wobbling information,you find yourself doing things, of wich you only dreamed was possible.&, when that happens,you will reveal that you have awakened in the midst of a very good dream, more real than you had ever dared imagine a dream could be.
We learn to close our minds when we grow up, & join the adult corporations.
Open minded ness, are oft likened to a childs behaviour,& something we learn to be ashamed of.
When this happens,we close our minds,& settle with a narrow perception of reality to fit in.
Returning to open minded ness, can start,once the cold shame, of having a playful imagination,seizes to block the mind from recieving impulses, from the Open source.
One daily practise of efficient power,is the freeflow of words, from whatever corner of your mind, that you are in,& then when ,upon reckognizing, the value of that particular corner,use that reckognition, like a spark to a firecracker, or a gnist of flint onto spilled engine fuel!
True values are subjective, & found upon digging,dancing,rock climbing,singing in parties or in a beautiful memory of a summers day that suddendly plays itself again to the thrill & ecstasy of the soul.
The mere act of writing,adding a sentence of words before another,acts as a springboard into the unfathomable recesses of imagination, into wich timeless tales have drowned together with their tellers,only to make them a beautifully haunting part of the great untold myths, that swirl all the way to the bottomless pit,& up again.
The bermuda triangle of the mind is very much a real place to the experienced psychonaut.
There are places on earth,wich are governed by forces of wich we know little.Oracles that speaks in tounge,& in such an provocing tone,that one may easily suspect being the very inspiration of their oft vile utterings.
There are giant creatures moving around on this earth,of wich only mad people & seers in caves,dares to mention.&,should you care to ask them to describe their soulshaking sightseeings,you may regret upon doing so.There may be parts of their stories, that doesnt compute with your program,& creates a hole,into wich all kinds of unexplainable fairies enter with a peculiar freude.
But then again,
you may be amused of your new inspirations,& leave them to play as they see fit.
You never know when they may come in handy.There are times & then there are times,but somewhere in between,there are moments wich are not made of the hours,but of the presence of Spirit.
The experience of time, not slowing down,but stopping alltogether,creating a mysterious feeling of being in a vacuum, that cleanseth & restoreth one in whole.Divine intervention is another colourful expression, to communicate this happening,so far out of the ordinary.
This is where the mind learns of a place, that is not limited, neither in height,nor in width,& if one should happen to look down,there would be nothing to speak of.
This is the open source,where anything goes.This is where the mind learns, that the only way of being open,is to maintain that splendid view...that space of being,where time cannot enter,but a delightful feeling of freedom to create absolutely nothing at all &, yet,in that void of nothingness,is the power to create anything of one`s hearts desire.
Move now forth, & think not about Thy workings.But work,& let Thy mind rest in Thy creation.
Create Thou,that wich alerts Thy Genius to parttake in Thine art,& be joyous of its excellent company.
Also,be Thou charmed by its splendid guidance,&, with a childs wonder,be awed of the wonderful inspirations that flow from Thee.
For it is in that very awe of affection,that utter bliss,that Thou knowest not,yet knowest all.
Plunge Thyself headlong, into the abyssmal engulfment of nothing,& listen Thou,to the silence of the present mind, as it devours pains of Thy past & worries of thy future.
