Friday, 11 June 2010

girl without borders [#777, #44 unknown text, unknown author]

#777, #44.... "TO really appreciate the experience? maybe you gotta B of your experience.
i know transition. change. evolution.  i was once out hitting streets about, scuffling my heels downtown. wheels were history. static is less painful. static is without blisters, see?"

detached was our community, when the words spoke to us. folks made walls around their families. went stealth with impunity. no appearances, no sightings. no floral colored post cards, no invitings. no need for excuses in writing, see. sharing was a dirty word, like communism, like turd. we really really enjoyed sharing. cause feels like sounds like tastes like caring .

but we think we gonna leave it behind for good now? burned, taken, forsaken? have suffered systemic leaks of info?  a questioning circle of gossip, can this be so lethal? the spark that lit the flame, who was someone you thought you trust telling the wider circle some silly lies on you. based on info sourced from a contextual situation in the past... well, to put it bluntly, thats what got you trashed. reconfigured in the mind. down a notch from kind.

the ramifications in 3 month time had been minimal, U and your Lawyer defended yourselves quite clearly. focused on your strength of living and breathing without fear, see. the showcase of your outburst in the courtroom was exemplary! the way you prominently held the tibetan bowls, recitations of mantras broke the legal restraint, shook the justice controls. the defense of your lawyer in judges quarters, so eloquently depicted you, girl without borders .

we can stand behind you, yes. but internal ramifications have increased your suffering your pain, have they? as we never know if those around you who once had no doubt, may now be talking about you, still carrying about. anything to distract from their malnourishment, malnutrition, gout, and attrition. those who take the supernatural for superstition. who go back again to the deserted water hole, still fishing, still fishing. studying U like they have caught some doing out of the corner of the eye.

we relate deeply to what you said about the downside of self-awareness. we found nothing in our wisdom literature, nothing to compare to this! your talk of the subtle threat coming from people who radiate fear of other type fear, not otherwise specified year to year, label to label, like fearing tv expands to fearing tv expansion into cable. the web of misinformation (they worry) would discriminate and outcast and hate crime their values. malware created and displacing them, unlacing them, discarding them, mal-used!

You! and actually U do in a way that we sense.  dance the way we dance. discovered by a dear friend of psychic capability, you widely became the one and complementary force -- of mystical ability…which we can only understand as a hypersensitivity to energies? as we see shine and reflect and glow about your aura...and ours, too! which makes us conducive to deep interpersonal connection! see verse #777, line #44, the reflection of the section of the truth you lay out. but more fascinating to us, the doubts! heres whatyou manifest. that which touched us, connected us, & so forth & so on --- going on & on and such & such...

#777, #44, of unknown text & author, in the context of aforementioned space, some 22nd century touched by sentient race..... 


at the same time vulnerable to various waves of fear, dislike, discomfort, hate, anger, negativity. this makes my life an energy drain sometimes and i look to find ways to enhance my energy all the time. exercise and this kind of soul-pouring. to heal.  and truth stand out as some of the best way to travel behind. of healing self, type, character, and kind. so to then carry said powers to the suffering people, in suffering hours.  in a time of midtone gray, like a whole bed of sunkissed flowers.  i am certain i am not sane.  traveled far and without borders. few regrets, few desires. surrounded most times by haters, by liars.  yet surprisingly more certain of self. uninfluenced by superfluous wealth. well, untouched, lets say. so not to get carried away by superlatives. exemplify the complicated truth in compact simple pearls. to give...  to a measure most people leave up to dreams to fill in.   proud of the great courage -- to become... still often confused how to repattern. biopsychosocial continuum.  aka experience. often feeling alone. 

easy to love, easy to try --- easy to live, easy to die.   try and give like U try and for-give. once we reach this common ground, we may forego the regular channels. the sound, the sight, the instincts of all animals.  vault to delicious new space of intimacy over time. impurities sucked out our wounds, by design. the deciduous circles, embedded and lined in the hems of our dresses. in our eyes? last nights honey caresses. to love life and live with a passion. i am so grateful yet sad for it all. i yearn to live in the mystery of our journey, i often live there, when things seem too big over here. too much, overwhelning. facades of benediction --- interiors simply smelling. and sometimes i wish it would end, all the pain. i hate to say so, i disdain. but what we hate to say sometimes must ve said. else we never may wake up the dead...well, the sleeping... the preservative-laden inflexible records kept by the keeping. 

the love comforts the pain away, so far. yet even the end of life is not an end! who you believe to B your greatest enemy? seen differently ...your greatest friend! so i B not afraid of what may happen in the dangerous waters of the world. B not afraid, boys, B not afraid, girls. stay one step ahead of any hater. via your heart, fully shown, disable fader. though the stress and panic may expose. remember always the choice that U chose. sometimes of ongoing attempts to undivide all flow.

with the cultural river coming up behind me, i wore my feeling thin and sexy. like the Velveteen, worn the way worn is meant to B: free of stitching, without borders, and perilously flexy. CNS begins to shiver, just an eddy short of a river. mindful breathing the ground did deliver. tap into thanatos drawing arrow from the quiver. shoot into heart of sun, to kick in the GABA, watch the heat subside and calm the nerves...
 a semblance of comfort, she serves...
twilight falling upon the land...
shadows cast cross the sand...
on a lucky day by the stars...
brought about by hand...
sweet solace
together
and"