i remember the moment i exploded and really lost my marbles.
a cylinder hollow tube straight through me. vertically. straight through the top of my dome. i didn't really exist inside or outside of the tube. i was the tube.
in the infinite, lost.
a record of john lennon started. there was an interruption and the record skipped. i could hear every phone conversation traveling through the phone lines. and then the phone rang. it was lou.
she visited and showed me the stars.
an angel.
i saw a man with silver eyes. i hugged a tree and heard its heartbeat. i walked a mile with a small ufo and didn't sleep for 5 days. eventually i got put on medication. that helps with a level or two. the real medicine has to come from within though. the real layers of the actions and reactions. the hundreds and thousands of micro-switches on the time line of life.
when tied up in memory or anxious about the future, an ability to detach or let it go helps. it can be developed. meditation is the way to the medicine.
inside, within your bones, within the stone, see the green glow. feel its calming vibration. breathe it in. within golden walls the green glow.
emerald tunnels in stone.
all lead to the centre, to the warm ruby heart.
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later on now..
that kinda went contrived.
it's a hard topic i wanted to talk about. hardly talked about it all..
i'll come back to it.. i do want to talk about it..
and i just made up the glow..
for two reasons.. and i'll get back to that..
well, it's three.. the book i'm writing, encouraging meditation, and an aspect of the topic i started this post with.
ha, four actually. because boy george was coming into the picture. haha. culture club.