Self medicating vs the popping of pills from a prescription drug. ?
Its the same thing,only self medicating is considered negative,and sometimes even a criminal act.
Why,i ask myself,ready to pop the question in return,should i be confronted with the law.
People get in trouble with the law,for self medicating,and are criminalized and punished.
While at the same time,people go about their daily lives, medicated on prescription narcotics,wich is often sold or given away to friends,further spreading drug use and health problems in schools and society at large.
The zero tolerance for drugs in norway reeks of white lies on molded bread.
People are treated as children by our authorities,with little "myndighet" to make once own little decisions.
Self reliance is the greatest art and should be practised by bending the bow that fires the arrow,and letting it go.
It must become a natural act,that the bow fires upon the target with such swiftness,that it knoweth not what hit it.
Then an archer will have her way in the game,and her arrows and bow will raise brows wherever she goe.
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Let it not be of dullness,nor of drunkeness and heavy sleep,but of awakefulness,and the observant mind.For is there not so much splendour and detail that maketh up the universes ?
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Dwell not on thy belongings,but on thy dwelling,and see thyself in thyself.Laugh,if it comes natural.
If not,be silent.Listen to silence,and your heart will respond with gladness and freud.
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There is too much to say in too little time.Yet with practise,and patience,through simple breathing,time can be stretched and utilized on a whole new level.
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Knowing in your heart,that you have all the time in the world,to complete your mission,Your story will change from one of idleness and fatigue,to one of unadulterated joy,and sorrow.
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Lifting you to the highest mountains,and occasionally casting you headlong into the deepest and darkest pits.
Leaving you with a thirst,sometimes an unquenching one,that makes you so desire for liquids,that they appear out of thin air.
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Be not forgiving,but forgive the writer for writing.Occasionally raving unconsciously about,speaking in tounges,eyes rolling in skull,frothing from mouth,accompanied by howls and groans.
Be forgiving,no matter what he tells you,and he will shrink before your naked eyes.
That to forgive,even the greatest sin,is the way of the lord,but not the way of men.For man follows the ways of his followers,who follow him wherever he rolls.
Shrink therefor not in the presence of the lord,but raise thyself,o`child of man,and feel the living earth under thy feet.!!
Stretch thy bones,and veins,so that fresh blood may enter thy thinking apparatus,and rejoice !
Is there not joy in the darkest corners,and sadness in the brightes of day ?
Are you not well with the gifts,and the talents,o `star amongst stars ?
In thy complaining,and waining,grasping with thy clutches for ever more,be thankful that you are alive,amongst the dead and the dying.
There will c0me a day,unlike any other day,followed by nights beyond your wildest dreams.
The sun will chase shadows,and food will cross from hands to mouth,and questions,that can only be answered with silence and wonder.
But your mind,like a flower in the sun,will have its days,among days,and that old magic that breathes in between,will sometimes tell you stories made up from your own private gallery of ghosts.
Other times,it will tell you other things,and convince you to become another star in an otherwise charming cult of fixed faiths.
Know that the hour of man is short,but know also that where there is no-time,there is peace.
Sometimes you feel time suddendly disappeared,your`e having a mystical experience that "never really happened"
Mystical forces bending perception of time,dissolving it,,offering a feeling of eternity stretching on as far as the eye can see,and the I that is you and me,at once limited and free.
The Mystic knows that the moment you think you know it all,is the moment you forget something very important.
Thats why the mystic dwells where the sun cannot reach.Where mystery have air to breath.
The mystic is at once a dark soul that feeds on the light of magical crystals embedded deeply in the earth`s crust.
For such is the light of the mystic,that it brings certain gifts to certain men.
Many are the corns of sand,and dust is plentyful in corners.
Blood is crying.Hear the cry,Be the healer of bleeding wounds.
Many are the corns of sand,and in corners,dust is plentyful.
Be the mountain,and the magnificent hall that houses the mountains jinn.
Light candles for the dreaming Gods creating our world,and leave sweet offerings.
Ask questions when the day is still young,and find the answers in your dreams.
Don`t look for yourself in the mirror.Look at yourself,and behold the presence !
Be the presence in your own life,and communicate with that entity, you.
Use the forbidden and the shunned art of talking through uncertified channels.
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Be tempted by scripture,to fulfill the prophesy of the elders,by continuing the writing thereof.
Be tempted by the saints,and inspired in Thy soul,to carry on their clairvoyant ravings in mutualhood.
Was it not by fire and stars that men went out of their minds to commune with a higher being ?
And,is not the Higher being,unseen and majestic,a spirit of the spiritworld ?
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Why is it that "Scripture" condemns the spiritist and his communing with the dead,when others can obsiously do it,and get away with being a saint or a prophet ?
Is there not much dirty evidence of corrupted men in the so called word of God ?
Is it not a dreaded gift to know that words have so much power of men and their minds ?
"Taking the law into ones one hand",is indeed a silly expression,for Is it not the hand of men that writes the law ? "
Is the law not already in the hand of men?
