Taptrance

As i was reading,my mind seemed to drift away
from the words,&  i lost their meaning alltogether.
Yet i continued somehow,&  soon i came to realize my mind was making
up its own story behind my unfocused attention.
It was a background story,with background lighting illuminating the backyard of a dream.
There appeared before me,under &  above,a lil gnome with a crunched green hat,waving a red and blue flag while tapping one foot on the wooden floor with a sharp noise.Tap! tap! tap! tap!
It was a wake up call,and i woke up in this story,and already lookin for the door.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The lil creature spun around on his heel and approached me.His  narrow set eyes seemed to grow taller and taller,until they where larger than a planes hangar,& then i was swallowed up, whole !
There was an eternity of night,but then day came,&  after a while,night returned,like before,but with a twist.I was no longer- longer,but shortly- shorter and also wider, in many odd senses,with the exception perhaps, of one or two.
I was left to ponder in this... this... "world"  yonder.
Was I  transfigured somehow,somewhere along the lines. ?
&,was there ever a moment where  i actually lost control of my control ?
These questions haunts  the hollows of mind ,& i keep questioning myself.Because:The answers does not sit well with me.
Say not that i haven`t offered them chairs,nor proclaim that i haven`t done my uttermost
to decode their occult meaning.
Instead, remain in silent wonder like a newborn babe, and know that
some answers demand the sacrifice of limbs.Some answers are too true and too great to fit in a little mind.
So:
In seeking the great answers,take care that thou expand thyself in every possible direction.
lest thou implode.
Many  art the skeletons who crown the portals to
greatness.
 Skeletons of small minded men,thirsting once,for greatness & truth,yet  now ever so silent,resting in the dust of time.


remember to remember
that memory is full of
information
and all it takes
is the reversing
of time to
recollect
quite valuable
material

practice

Practicing the ancient art of archery with words
for arrows targeting the mind and heart
of man

sharp & swift
the arrows
should
be
 & forged
in the fires
of  ancestors

a bow of
elder trees
is always best
but any
strong
bow will
do

 who kills the shadows
of doubt
with fiery words
from the lips of
the dragon
 is  surely the one who
has attained
to the highest of
grades
& who secretly knows
without knowing
the beautiful & dangerous art of
arts


who sits by the fire
of the ancient one
& who listens to the silence
of the wind
he shall be lifted
up
and he shall
be pulled down
and then up
again

for a prolonged
ecstasy
&  kissed
.......times
by the goddess
and by the god
who are one
but not necessarily
at once

Om namah Shivaya

Om namah shivaye
om namah shivaye
 om * om * om *

 namah shivaya


Om namah shivaya

Om namah shivaya

bom bolenat

bom shiva

bom shivaya

bom om shiva om namah

shivaya

om parabrahm om parabraham

om gan ganapatay namah



-om dum durgay namaha-



(repeat)

We are the space,people.

Planet earth
is far out somewhere
in space

&

we are somehow so
darn unique
that
we cannot percieve
the uniqueness
of other life forms
even if it
jumped up and
took a bite
of our ass

our uniqueness
protects us
somehow
from observing
too much
and knowing
too much

our little knowledge
is designed
to fit in our limited
bubble of
excitement
mixed with the
vague
colours of dread

though
by "accident"
man may peer through
the advanced geometric walls of uniqueness
and see and learn
of other lifeforms
and existences

but until that happens
man will continue to deny
the existence
of  spirits & entities
and keep on believing  that he is alone
in the universe

&

loneliness
is a common feature
with common man
 who`s mentality
is a mimicry  of
his neighbour

loneliness
protects its own
&
keeps them from
discovering the
spirit zone


loneliness
is a great
spider web
where souls
die slowly

only the awakening
of the sixth sense
can make the soul
shake itself
from the web
of sleep

meditation alone  for years in a cave
or magic mushrooms
alone in the dark
silence of night
are ways to go about freeing
yourself from your
loneliness
once and for all

when the spirit enters
your once lonely empy space
and fills it with a multitude of life forms
there is no more
loneliness
to speak of
no more
loneliness
to think of
and the feeling
of living in an inhabited
space will
not go away
easily



 

A true friend

A true friend
never leaves
you alone

a true friend
always
knows whats on
your mind

some
small children
often
have such friends

they are called
imaginary friends
by the ignorant

but to those
fortunate  to
have such friends
they are very
much real
 

in fact more
real and true
than one could
possibly dare
to
imagine


there is a limit
to what is possible
in a limited
perception of
the world

limitations
keep the view
of man
restricted

a tunnel vision
is oft preferred
and sympatized with
in many a social
setting

restrictions
my dear
have its own devoted fanclub
believe you
me


the world of the adults
and ignorant lot
is a harsh place
indeed
 & the many thoughts on escape
will eventually lead many
young to the reality
shaking power of
drugs like Dmt
& Lsd

some people just cannot
understand why some people need drugs
to deal with reality
and these people want to deny them their rights
to do deal with reality.

Well.This is exactly why many people need drugs:
To deal with a reality of people, who doesnt understand that people are different,
and have different needs, that needs to be taken care of.

why in school
is there not such
a teaching?

why and how come
most of what is taught in
school is garbage
while the real stuff
we need to know more
about is shut out
and ignored?

the real stuff
that we really need
to know more
about
is too much
it is just too much
for some people
to handle

so we have this
half hearted
club of ignorants
who waits
for time to move
faster to escape
their boredom


prisoners of time
you are

prisoners of your
own minds
you are

locked up in a program
'to believe what they
tell you
and do what they do

only the crazy
are truly happy
in this world

only the crazy
have the freedom
to feel more
than what is
already in the program

 and crazy
is something that
happens outside
of the norm
and the sane
with  their orderly
and countable
values

Den kollektiva realismen

Det er vi som bestemmer over livet.Oss.
Vi er den rådende regjering av massen.
Og,det finnes ingen "Jeg" i vårt mannsterke team.
Har vi bestemt noe,samme hva det måtte være,så er det menyen for dagen.
Vil du ha noe annet,får du dra til en annen planet.
Du må gjerne komme med innsigelser og protestere mot vårt mektige velde,men vær forberedt på å møte veggen,døren,osv.
Fri vilje sa du.
Fri vilje.Høres veldig fint ut.Som sukkerlade,eller også vanilje.

Når sommerferien er slutt skrur vi av den hyggelige frihetsmoduset,og setter  hverdagen på programmet.Du må gjerne protestere,og komme med innsigelser.
Vi er uansett de som bestemmer hvordan verden skal være fra dag til dag,og uke til år.
Vi er programmet,vi er samfunnets kjerne av folk i alle aldre,vi er virkeligheten og det eneste som betyr noe.Lage barn,gå på arbeid og tjene penger til mat,og så vende hjem og snu  seg før det hele gjentar seg allerede neste dag.
Dette er verdiene du skal ha.Dette er veien til lykken.Se på oss,lær av oss.Vi er veien til livet.

Og liker du ikke det,så kan du like gjerne straks gå bort til veggen,før veggen kommer i hodet på deg.

Fri vilje ?

Vanilje.

arrows

An arrow can cause
a lot of pain
and even death
if not quickly
& effectively
withdrawn
from the body

*there is a certain peculiar slushing sound that is produced by the withdrawal of the arrow from the flesh.

-ancient medicinal advice for protection.