Ho hadde sin
eigen sjarm
sin eigen
karakter
og stil
men blikket
hennar
var stjåle
det hadde ho
teke frå ein
som hadde
festa det på
henne
i forbi
farten
og rett som
det var
sende ho
stjålne blikk
på folk
og dyr
i nærleiken
ei gong kasta
ho eit stjåle
blikk på
ein politimann
men
det skulle ho
nok ikkje ha gjort
ho hadde
slike evner
arva etter
si bestemor
som var av
trollslekta
lik hennar
oldemødre
før henne
igjen
når ho kikka
seg i speilet
såg ho långt
tilbake
i tid
på adle
som
hadde sett
det ho såg
med sine
heilt eigne
auge
hennar heilt eigne
blågrønne auge kunne
ho gjøyme
bak ein annans
stjålne blikk
og det var
aldri godt
å vete
kven sine
auge ho
såg med
folk
blei usikkre
når ho kikka
på dei
med hennar
stjålne blikk
men det morra
ho seg med
og lo av
lik ein
barnehage
unge
ho kunne
le slik
at tårene
byrja å
trille
eller slik
at snømassar
løysna
frå bratte
fjellsider
og rasa
nedover
med fryktinngytande
kraft
søndag 13. mars 2016
mandag 25. januar 2016
Kor la eg haude sist ?
Utan haue
våkna han
og fomla
rundt å
lette
under senga
under dyna
i
skuffer
og i skap
haude
var
blitt
vekke
armar
og bein
verka
som dei
skulle
men utan
haue
blei
det berre
tulle
fortvila
somna han
tilslutt
og der
midt i
ei mare
fann han
haudet att
det låg
å myste
i eit
kratt
med eine
auge ope
og flagra
med
øyrene lik
ein ape
katt
våkna han
og fomla
rundt å
lette
under senga
under dyna
i
skuffer
og i skap
haude
var
blitt
vekke
armar
og bein
verka
som dei
skulle
men utan
haue
blei
det berre
tulle
fortvila
somna han
tilslutt
og der
midt i
ei mare
fann han
haudet att
det låg
å myste
i eit
kratt
med eine
auge ope
og flagra
med
øyrene lik
ein ape
katt
mandag 11. januar 2016
She got the book
She looked like she had seen a ghost,but nothing could be farther from the truth.
She had,in fact,seen a hundred ghosts,and could feel their lingering presence,watching her and putting the strangest ideas into her head.Wonderful ideas,beautiful and terrifying too,full of wit and cunning.
The ghosts would now and then remind her that she was a ghost too, and that the world she lived in was a ghostworld,and that was the big secret,the occult mystery of all mysteries.
It`s easy to imagine oneself to be alive,all you have to do is follow the people.When many people imagine themselves to be alive,it makes it all the more real.
"Reality",a popular phrase amongst the so called living,and a very important one,as it sustains and fuels imagination with a concept that claims its own truth and authority.
When listening to ghosts,a nother story is told,of course.Stories that doesnt fit with our bootcamp training.Stories that completely turns upside down,everything one thought to be real,and....."alive".
Coming from one world and passing into the next, not remembering where one came from,thats what creates this mystery,this void,the subconscious mind,the soul,religions ,fear and death.
Without this loss of memory,such preoccupation would find no ground,no reason.
When the ghost becomes one with the body,reality crumbles and a new picture,a new world
is beheld by eyes of the purest innocence.
She was one with the ghost and there was no death,but life in the afterworld.
She was on a mission.One of silence.For she knew she could not tell anyone of her revelation.
She knew that if she did try to tell anyone,they would become afraid,and that was not
her mission to put more fear into nervous people.
So she let silence work its miracle,upon anyone who wanted her to exploit her secret.
For it was in that silence that the ghost could perform the Great work.
The ghosts amused themselves by entertaining her nonbelieving friends with all kinds of spooks.
The ghosts, not in a hurry to be discovered,entertains themselves by peoples blind ignorance,and the
ghosts would go to great lengths to make people loose their blown up egos,their creditcards and other unhealthy affairs.
Having ghosts for friends,is of great benefit,when it comes to spiritual affairs,she learned.as time grew into a thornbush with beautiful sweet scented purple flowers that would open only at sunset and would fall off the following day.
There where times when people wanted her dead for knowing what she knew,people who where afraid of her knowledge.So her ghostly friends would haunt anyone who approached her with evil intention,and make them "very bussy" for extended periods of time.
They say that people who know certain things,need certain protection from certain people,because having knowledge of hidden and certain holy things,make one ahead of others.It gives certain advantages,a certain glow,and abilities that should not be possible for an ordinary working man or woman.
Our little knowledge of the world,keeps us thight in a controlled space.
But one glimpse of a higher world,a higher truth,one glimpse,one taste of eternity,is enough
to tear down the walls of our little timely world,and ruining our limited conception of reality.
Time protects us from eternity by doing whatever it can to occupy our attention,like the cleverest trickster.
One moment out of time is enough to inspire a life of wonders and of phenomena.
But also of madness,utter grief,dark sorrow and despair.Pain, excruciating,and blood also.
Though perhaps not in buckets.Perhaps not in trays.
One moment out of the ordinary is enough to make one question established truths,and therein challenging the status quo of the collective consciousness,aka the living fluid mass,aka reality.
She had,in fact,seen a hundred ghosts,and could feel their lingering presence,watching her and putting the strangest ideas into her head.Wonderful ideas,beautiful and terrifying too,full of wit and cunning.
The ghosts would now and then remind her that she was a ghost too, and that the world she lived in was a ghostworld,and that was the big secret,the occult mystery of all mysteries.
It`s easy to imagine oneself to be alive,all you have to do is follow the people.When many people imagine themselves to be alive,it makes it all the more real.
"Reality",a popular phrase amongst the so called living,and a very important one,as it sustains and fuels imagination with a concept that claims its own truth and authority.
When listening to ghosts,a nother story is told,of course.Stories that doesnt fit with our bootcamp training.Stories that completely turns upside down,everything one thought to be real,and....."alive".
Coming from one world and passing into the next, not remembering where one came from,thats what creates this mystery,this void,the subconscious mind,the soul,religions ,fear and death.
Without this loss of memory,such preoccupation would find no ground,no reason.
When the ghost becomes one with the body,reality crumbles and a new picture,a new world
is beheld by eyes of the purest innocence.
She was one with the ghost and there was no death,but life in the afterworld.
She was on a mission.One of silence.For she knew she could not tell anyone of her revelation.
She knew that if she did try to tell anyone,they would become afraid,and that was not
her mission to put more fear into nervous people.
So she let silence work its miracle,upon anyone who wanted her to exploit her secret.
For it was in that silence that the ghost could perform the Great work.
The ghosts amused themselves by entertaining her nonbelieving friends with all kinds of spooks.
The ghosts, not in a hurry to be discovered,entertains themselves by peoples blind ignorance,and the
ghosts would go to great lengths to make people loose their blown up egos,their creditcards and other unhealthy affairs.
Having ghosts for friends,is of great benefit,when it comes to spiritual affairs,she learned.as time grew into a thornbush with beautiful sweet scented purple flowers that would open only at sunset and would fall off the following day.
There where times when people wanted her dead for knowing what she knew,people who where afraid of her knowledge.So her ghostly friends would haunt anyone who approached her with evil intention,and make them "very bussy" for extended periods of time.
They say that people who know certain things,need certain protection from certain people,because having knowledge of hidden and certain holy things,make one ahead of others.It gives certain advantages,a certain glow,and abilities that should not be possible for an ordinary working man or woman.
Our little knowledge of the world,keeps us thight in a controlled space.
But one glimpse of a higher world,a higher truth,one glimpse,one taste of eternity,is enough
to tear down the walls of our little timely world,and ruining our limited conception of reality.
Time protects us from eternity by doing whatever it can to occupy our attention,like the cleverest trickster.
One moment out of time is enough to inspire a life of wonders and of phenomena.
But also of madness,utter grief,dark sorrow and despair.Pain, excruciating,and blood also.
Though perhaps not in buckets.Perhaps not in trays.
One moment out of the ordinary is enough to make one question established truths,and therein challenging the status quo of the collective consciousness,aka the living fluid mass,aka reality.
lørdag 28. november 2015
figure of speech
he was a figure
of speech
and figured
out a way
to mold
artistic
characters
from
clay
one
was a
multicoloured
dragon
with dogs
legs and
a cats
face
that glowed
once
in the dark
(maybe twice)
another
was a soldier
of fortune
who looked
like all the accidents
of the world
had crashed
right
on top of
his head
his favorite
of course
being a walking
talking
oxen-frog
that could speak
backwards
if necessary
and sometimes
it was
of speech
and figured
out a way
to mold
artistic
characters
from
clay
one
was a
multicoloured
dragon
with dogs
legs and
a cats
face
that glowed
once
in the dark
(maybe twice)
another
was a soldier
of fortune
who looked
like all the accidents
of the world
had crashed
right
on top of
his head
his favorite
of course
being a walking
talking
oxen-frog
that could speak
backwards
if necessary
and sometimes
it was
writing -a figure of speech.
writing can be likened
to venturing into an
ancient cave
full of cobweb
and hidden treasures
waiting to be discovered
underneath layers
of time
once while
writing a poem
i came upon
a small engraven
toomb with a window
too dusty
to look
through
but upon
unsealing
the
door
i awoke
whoever it was
that rested
within
and the
lights went
out
and on
and back out
flickering
once more
before they
finally
went all
black
-
in the beginning
there where
only
blackness
at first
an empty
starless
void
and
not a sound
could be
heard
then someone
out of nowhere
sneezed
and so this
universe
was created
a universe of
living breathing
bacteria and
sneezing
organisms
so beautiful
and yet so terrible
only a genius
could invent
attiti
att
atta
attch
O
O
o
o
o
!
to venturing into an
ancient cave
full of cobweb
and hidden treasures
waiting to be discovered
underneath layers
of time
once while
writing a poem
i came upon
a small engraven
toomb with a window
too dusty
to look
through
but upon
unsealing
the
door
i awoke
whoever it was
that rested
within
and the
lights went
out
and on
and back out
flickering
once more
before they
finally
went all
black
-
in the beginning
there where
only
blackness
at first
an empty
starless
void
and
not a sound
could be
heard
then someone
out of nowhere
sneezed
and so this
universe
was created
a universe of
living breathing
bacteria and
sneezing
organisms
so beautiful
and yet so terrible
only a genius
could invent
attiti
att
atta
attch
O
O
o
o
o
!
tirsdag 17. november 2015
Medicinal planta shamanii
the medicine of the shaman
will change your mind
and heal your body
any disease begins
in our minds
and the medicine of the
shaman changes
your mind
turns it around
and resets it
back to its
original state
a good medicine
is like
anti virus program
to the computer
cleanses
guards and protects
the system from
being invaded
by destructive
programs
and also it
allows you to
see the perpetrators
and learn of
their names
such is the power
of the magic mushrooms
and the jungle plants
that shaman
use in
rituals
shaman medicine
works like exorcism
and free the system
to work as a whole
unit
the shaman is
in the plants
and starts to
live in man
when he eats
the shaman
plant
from this
much can
be learned
and much
can be known
that will
greatly benefit
the curious
minded
look for healing
in the plants
of the shaman
and experience what
the ancient
medicine power
is all about
partake of the ancient
ritual of healing
with mother earth
becoming one with her
is the experience that
heals all wounds
and makes one
free to cry
to laugh
to live
and love
it is all very simple
and its all very
natural
and deep down
to earth
im just saying
mkay.
do
get upset
if i happen to
arouse your
fear
its known to happen
there are things of wich
normally we do not speak
much of
things that are just left
to breed in the great unknown
secret things
so well hidden we
couldnt find it
even if it
where right
there
infront of us
thats where the
shaman plants
grow
on the border
of this world
and the secret world
of spirits
angels and ghosts
thats the ticket
my dear
i thought
you should
know
there really is
a door out of
the ordinary world
a gate through
wich one may pass
to experience
the magic of dreams
without falling
asleep
a world where
you can see the things
that hide from
your daytime
view
and then when
you know
the things that
hide from you
they are no longer
hidden
and they have
no longer any
power over
you
you will have power
over them
and they will
not enjoy it
easily
with time
you may
even find
them trusted allies
in the realms
of spirit
will change your mind
and heal your body
any disease begins
in our minds
and the medicine of the
shaman changes
your mind
turns it around
and resets it
back to its
original state
a good medicine
is like
anti virus program
to the computer
cleanses
guards and protects
the system from
being invaded
by destructive
programs
and also it
allows you to
see the perpetrators
and learn of
their names
such is the power
of the magic mushrooms
and the jungle plants
that shaman
use in
rituals
shaman medicine
works like exorcism
and free the system
to work as a whole
unit
the shaman is
in the plants
and starts to
live in man
when he eats
the shaman
plant
from this
much can
be learned
and much
can be known
that will
greatly benefit
the curious
minded
look for healing
in the plants
of the shaman
and experience what
the ancient
medicine power
is all about
partake of the ancient
ritual of healing
with mother earth
becoming one with her
is the experience that
heals all wounds
and makes one
free to cry
to laugh
to live
and love
it is all very simple
and its all very
natural
and deep down
to earth
im just saying
mkay.
do
get upset
if i happen to
arouse your
fear
its known to happen
there are things of wich
normally we do not speak
much of
things that are just left
to breed in the great unknown
secret things
so well hidden we
couldnt find it
even if it
where right
there
infront of us
thats where the
shaman plants
grow
on the border
of this world
and the secret world
of spirits
angels and ghosts
thats the ticket
my dear
i thought
you should
know
there really is
a door out of
the ordinary world
a gate through
wich one may pass
to experience
the magic of dreams
without falling
asleep
a world where
you can see the things
that hide from
your daytime
view
and then when
you know
the things that
hide from you
they are no longer
hidden
and they have
no longer any
power over
you
you will have power
over them
and they will
not enjoy it
easily
with time
you may
even find
them trusted allies
in the realms
of spirit
The living bubbling bursting joy of here and now
The
living
bubbling bursting
joy of here
and now
thats it
living
bubbling bursting
joy of here
and now
thats it
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