With a daily reverence for our physical and spiritual relationship to all that is, there is a guarantee of crossing a threshold of peace within. This is the only outcome that can take place. Any additional phenomenon that occurs is an episode that transpires as a result of crossing this original threshold. Tofer.
Because of the sudden dynamics of the journey within the context of the evening I was engaged in, I am calling this article:
I Dig When These Things Happen
Clearly the tone was set. Any fire where I have my drum is a potential foreground for my spirit to connect with the spirit of all my relations. Although I was not drumming, inadvertently, it happened while speaking with friends around the fire in conversation of spirit and all of our relations.
One must consider the reference for having the daily discipline for All That Is, is open to pure potential, a most mysterious affair. Logic cannot offer one any explanation of sudden incident, where for example, on this night, an episode of bilocation to the Second Attention transpired quite unexpectedly.
Whilst conversing with my friends, She'sa, my newest pack member, began to howl in her usual manner of low tenor, setting the tone for the mood of Ohm. The synthesis of her vocalization with what sounded like drums in the distance nearly caused me to remark. Instead, without further ado to her moan, I became acutely aware of the tops of the trees to my left. Without wondering with any sense of acuity as to where the drum sound was coming from, I found myself in a very strange and wonderful place. And as if I were only in the midst of drifting to this place, with some comprehension, I turned to beckon a look towards my company, as if saying, are you aware of… I vaguely recall seeing the lips of my guests move yet I heard nothing.
Immediately a thunderous clap reverberated within me so loud, I felt the stretch of every portion of my physical being unite within a secondary snap that in the instant of event was like a million tiny parts exploding outward from my center. I observed my corporal fragmentation as an onlooker, while a simultaneous fusion of the latter occurred within the shift that transpired. Light filaments where like highways stretching from where I sat to the tops of the trees. And of course, with a sense of no longer sitting, I had taken flight as infinite particles of light energy being like; “beam me up Scotty” as in Star Trek, to a finite location above the trees. And as if nothing had occurred in my physical surroundings, everything in terms my proximate attention to a new location had changed. It was as if, in the only descriptive I can determine, I had become the parallel awareness within both locations.
I found myself gazing into the sky world. An old Shaman woman peered at me through a window. She was gazing back at me as if in a hypnotic state. She was singing a song. As I was observing, the words purged off my own lips. And as if I were only listening, I heard these words I was said to have sung.
From the ancestry of those who came from distant lands. I stir the waters of a wooden bowl fashioned from my ancient hands.
Gifts of offering to the spirit I prepare. Where on the full of a moon I ask the spirits for words to share.
My task for those who seek spirits wisdom - was prepared through the years in the confines of my kitchen.
And if you adjourn from this wise - to the spirit of which I refer, of the ways of this ancestry, of this you can be sure.
The loss of this magic that has truly been misread, as unthinkable in practicality as was natural for those now dead, will disappear with the mothers as new mothers are born - and so without ancient wisdom, generations will forlorn.
And for all the stories too, lost along with old tradition, is the loss of conveyance of how to live with a happy, humble disposition.
Hopeful I am still, as in the last of my age, I saw the vision through my eyes, and the human race turns the page.
Know that in this age too… there is a vision in disguise - within the words of a master once quoted for their wise.
Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations.
Ask the father and he will show you.
Ask the elders and they will tell you.
In the abruptness of the moment, I felt a very unnerving implosion of energy. I immediately noticed the weight of my body, while feeling a profound sense of sadness as I no longer was seeing the needle like shards of light energy. My chest area ached. It was as if, for me to think about, the repercussions of sudden molecular alignment.
My friends where hovering above me. I was on the ground. They were insisting me awake by gently shaking my shoulders and legs.
“Kris, Kris… wake up, said one friend.. Are you ok? You were singing a song, but… it was the voice of an old woman. Who is Angelina? Yea, said the other friend, you should have taped that one”!
Peace on your journey.
Because of the sudden dynamics of the journey within the context of the evening I was engaged in, I am calling this article:
I Dig When These Things Happen
Clearly the tone was set. Any fire where I have my drum is a potential foreground for my spirit to connect with the spirit of all my relations. Although I was not drumming, inadvertently, it happened while speaking with friends around the fire in conversation of spirit and all of our relations.
One must consider the reference for having the daily discipline for All That Is, is open to pure potential, a most mysterious affair. Logic cannot offer one any explanation of sudden incident, where for example, on this night, an episode of bilocation to the Second Attention transpired quite unexpectedly.
Whilst conversing with my friends, She'sa, my newest pack member, began to howl in her usual manner of low tenor, setting the tone for the mood of Ohm. The synthesis of her vocalization with what sounded like drums in the distance nearly caused me to remark. Instead, without further ado to her moan, I became acutely aware of the tops of the trees to my left. Without wondering with any sense of acuity as to where the drum sound was coming from, I found myself in a very strange and wonderful place. And as if I were only in the midst of drifting to this place, with some comprehension, I turned to beckon a look towards my company, as if saying, are you aware of… I vaguely recall seeing the lips of my guests move yet I heard nothing.
Immediately a thunderous clap reverberated within me so loud, I felt the stretch of every portion of my physical being unite within a secondary snap that in the instant of event was like a million tiny parts exploding outward from my center. I observed my corporal fragmentation as an onlooker, while a simultaneous fusion of the latter occurred within the shift that transpired. Light filaments where like highways stretching from where I sat to the tops of the trees. And of course, with a sense of no longer sitting, I had taken flight as infinite particles of light energy being like; “beam me up Scotty” as in Star Trek, to a finite location above the trees. And as if nothing had occurred in my physical surroundings, everything in terms my proximate attention to a new location had changed. It was as if, in the only descriptive I can determine, I had become the parallel awareness within both locations.
I found myself gazing into the sky world. An old Shaman woman peered at me through a window. She was gazing back at me as if in a hypnotic state. She was singing a song. As I was observing, the words purged off my own lips. And as if I were only listening, I heard these words I was said to have sung.
From the ancestry of those who came from distant lands. I stir the waters of a wooden bowl fashioned from my ancient hands.
Gifts of offering to the spirit I prepare. Where on the full of a moon I ask the spirits for words to share.
My task for those who seek spirits wisdom - was prepared through the years in the confines of my kitchen.
And if you adjourn from this wise - to the spirit of which I refer, of the ways of this ancestry, of this you can be sure.
The loss of this magic that has truly been misread, as unthinkable in practicality as was natural for those now dead, will disappear with the mothers as new mothers are born - and so without ancient wisdom, generations will forlorn.
And for all the stories too, lost along with old tradition, is the loss of conveyance of how to live with a happy, humble disposition.
Hopeful I am still, as in the last of my age, I saw the vision through my eyes, and the human race turns the page.
Know that in this age too… there is a vision in disguise - within the words of a master once quoted for their wise.
Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations.
Ask the father and he will show you.
Ask the elders and they will tell you.
In the abruptness of the moment, I felt a very unnerving implosion of energy. I immediately noticed the weight of my body, while feeling a profound sense of sadness as I no longer was seeing the needle like shards of light energy. My chest area ached. It was as if, for me to think about, the repercussions of sudden molecular alignment.
My friends where hovering above me. I was on the ground. They were insisting me awake by gently shaking my shoulders and legs.
“Kris, Kris… wake up, said one friend.. Are you ok? You were singing a song, but… it was the voice of an old woman. Who is Angelina? Yea, said the other friend, you should have taped that one”!
Peace on your journey.
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