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{ 0:00 - 1:16 Ritual, 1:17 - 2:40 Request, 2:41+ Prayer }
Om. Please, or if you want, love my arms. Love my legs. Want to touch me. Want to feel the shape of everything. Memorize it. Want to electrify you & me slowly, slowly, please, so I remember everything, so I can see when it’s over. So I remember everything, so I can see it when it’s over. Eyes closed. Wide awake. Unprovoked. Years pass. A body running itself. Never asked. Never hunted. Twitching, seething, self-fulfilling, stuck to my skin. Little help? Okay, I know you’re helping. I’m just too afraid to know it.
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{ 0:00 - 0:53 Spring Home, 0:54 - 0:58 Mantra, 0:59+ Summer Home }
"Let your spirit grow in fullness & abundance to fill the continent with this healing energy being channeled through your connection to a source of infinite compassion." "Om Namah Shivaya."
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In a boat, in a float. Praying takes me away to a mansion I’ve always heard it could be. I’m safe in a cove of what I heard you say. Even demon voices become lucid now. It was a Wednesday night. Slow motion snow-lit drive. Watching my garage open, beaming green. Won’t the light of love shine through & the love of light ensue? Sometimes I don’t want to heal at all. Just let go of me! You can let me go now, please. I’m talking to you, me. The wounded self must be released.
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Inlet/Paraklesis
02:19
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{ 0:00 - 0:27 Inner Bonding, 0:28 - 1:44, Extreme Psychological Pain, 1:45+ Hope Light }
Power-washing the sky. Fountains situated at the top. Existential wailing. It feels filled up but it’s not. But it seems so deep. I thought it might drain. Just oozing out. The stream falls. Never hits the ground. Drain or transmute or transcend or whatever the fuck, man. Clean up! Wake up! Grow up! Show up!
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A Thin Place
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Adults cross their arms. A child shrieks and runs. Smug sugary fiction. Wait for the spark of circumstance.
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Paraclete Bhishajyati
06:28
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{ 0:00 - 2:38 [A->B] Death, 2:39 - 3:07 Metanoia, 3:08 - 3:16 Integrating, 3:18+ Restoration Of The Gaze Pt 1 }
Solar plexus coughing, coughing, coughing. The green light blowing through it like a bath. That’s my value-vow-destiny. Turn the lights on! Turn on the lights of the world. My deepest river is a distorted voice. It’s your voice! The planet sweats & shivers to keep me alive. Don’t let me ignore it. I know you will. You’ll allow anything within the laws superintended. I wanna walk out of this house today tripping over my own gradient. I’ll spew it all into everyone’s mouths. I’ll eat it up & milk it & drool it out. Slimy footsteps. So many footsteps. I wanna see them slip & fall & hit their heads. Watch them empty out. Watch the love & light pour in. Make me a fucking instrument of peace!!!!!!! I know you will. You’ll create anything within the laws superintended.
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Gleam Beam
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Rectangle sun. Glaze & gaze. Sling beam flare. Splattered skin. Forgiven sin honeymoon. I remember you now & what you look like. It’s secure & for sure. We’re practicing staring & bearing the light. It goes white. Desperate to dispel illusions of living up to something that isn’t there.
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It’s hard to soak in the voices I hear in the lawnmower knowing what it’s doing to us. There are neurons firing, screening our lila. Dancing divinely in 3 persons. Everything & everywhere is a mirror. It measures tiny little mirrors like black holes sprinkled about this breath. The ants try to climb the blades with so much on their backs. I watch them struggle. I project my hell like a Playskool flashlight run into the ground. I’ll never forget the shapes they made on my ceiling & on my face. There are neurons firing, screening our lila. I felt some kind of paradox deafening my discernment. There resides mystique: The Great Mystery. It’s as rich & as deep as ever now. There are neurons firing, screening our lila.
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{ 0:00 - 2:41 Entering The Rainbow, 2:42+ Wormhole Of Wind & Thick Light Greyish Blue Dust }
“What you hate is what I love. Nakedness. Failure. Woundedness.” On another planet strange worlds scream into me. I want to see. Where am I? “Where I Am.” Is this where I go? What is coming soon? Am I this? “This I Am.” Are you coming with me? Are you me? What am I? “What I Am.”
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{ 0:00 - 4:39 Restoration Of The Gaze Pt 2, 4:40+ A Mystifying World Of Sobbing & Light (to be continued) }
Some day I hope I go deep. Whelve me up, eunoia. Solivagant moonstruck Adonai. Most days I’ve got no idea. Alone on a swing. Twin flames keep the bees from flying in. Bottomless mineshafts seated in my face. Self-opia. Flood into what’s full. Bottomless wineglass sewn into oversoul. Lifting hands again. This time it feels real. Self-opia. Float into what’s full.
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