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GjenopprettetMedlem
We Are Not Talking About Passive Agents Of Transformation;
We Are Talking About An Intelligence,
An Alive And Other Mind,A Spirit.....
Nature Is Alive And Is Talking To Us.
This Is Not A Methaphor.
( Henta fra Boka Plant Spirit Shamanism. )
En Gave Fra En Kjær Sjel.
Anonymous
Let us leave behind the treacherous embrace of the
metaphor
whose realm is a labyrinth of mirrors
with no real perception of depth
with its curse of twodimensional symmetry
blind to the third eye
deaf to the third song
and mute
when it comes to awareness.
GjenopprettetMedlem
Masha-Wise one.Thank you very much.

GjenopprettetMedlem
It is no great accomplishment to hear a voice in the head.The accomplishment is to make sure it is telling the truth,because the demons are of many kinds:"Some are made of ions,some of mind;The ones of ketamine,you`ll find,stutter often and are blind."
The reaction to these voices is not to kneel in genuflection before a god,because then one will be like Dorothy in her first encounter with Oz.
There is no dignity in the universe,unless we meet these things on our feet,and that means having an I\Thou relationship.
One say to the other:"You say you are omniscient,omnipresent,or you say you are from Zeta Reticuli.You are long on talk,
but what can you show me?"
Magicians,people who invoke these things,have always understood that one must go into such encounters with one`s wits about oneself.
T.Mckenna. (from tryptamine hallucinogens and consciousness,http://deoxy.org/t_thc.htm
GjenopprettetMedlem
Håper jeg og du telemann sitter og nyter god middag med god rødvin og en fet spliff med romvesnene en dag ! hadde vært gøy *!!

GjenopprettetMedlem
The Aliens have landed,only to tell me that my mind is stranded
And is in need of accepting the many life-forms existing right next to me in my ignorant position in space.
The Aliens have landed,to convince me utterly,that they came here a long time ago,and this makes me the Grey headed Alien.
They are in fact familiars with the earth,they have a gift and sense of love,that makes my ego small and stupid in comparison.
I am lucky to have been inside one of their power-stations here on earth,i walked straight into one,on a desolate mountain top.
Set up my tent,good to be alone,i was thinking at the time,with my then so isolated separated mind.
I guess this is why it happened to me and my stubbornly closed brainbulb.
Now i can finally see way behind,this silly old mind. Teleterkji was a name (or word) i recieved from them.