There is a thought that is like a turning of the screw in the
medieval torture device every time someone hears it or thinks it. This
thought is part of the trauma system that upholds the program of
slavery/domination. To paraphrase a popular conception, humans are a
virus on the Earth and all other life will benefit when this failed
evolutionary experiment comes to an end.
No one thinking this
thought came up with it on their own. So where did it come from?
Understanding what it means shows that it came from the program. Is it
humans breathing, eating and pooping that is so destructive? Is it
walking upright or the human capacity for love, which is empathy?
Obviously not, we share these things with many other creatures. What is
being derided as too destructive to exist in harmony with Creation is
the human imagination.
This is where we see clearly that hating
the imagination comes directly from the false image program. Two things
together make us a powerful creative force in the Universe, empathy and
imagination. Look at how other parts of the program undermine these two
things, and it is apparent that our undoing is not some natural
mechanism but a concerted effort to destroy our innate gifts. We slow
our minds, and hence limit our imaginative reach and empathic response
by engaging these systems, by poisoning our bodies and minds, by taking
all our time up with thoughts of money as base survival, by training us
to think certain things and want certain things so the real person never
gets through, by participating in violence against life.
There
is another concerted effort to stop this poisoning of each well, called
the image-eye-native human. This effort is the cultivation of
imagination through healthy living, daydreaming the desired, and the
raising of free children. It is the cultivation of empathy by
communication with plants and animals and land and water. The balanced
human is a powerful force that false images cannot reside in, and us
humans are self-righting vessels always seeking balance. The program is
weak in comparison, hence its need for the massive amount of trauma from
before conception to after death, hence its need to instill systems of
domination within us to keep us unbalanced.
Image-eye-natively yours,
the Treehouse
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Distillation of Red Wine
For the past two weeks, I have been attempting to rectify red wine into a mostly pure ethanol for the purpose of making a quintessence of lemon balm. After no small amount of research and the guidance of intuition, also called soultalk, I settled on lemon balm for its ancient uses as a restorer of balance to the emotional being. This seems to be the problem I encounter most in those few people who share my path, and no doubt I will benefit as well.
As I already have. Just the act of distillation has provided some insight into the elements that the Universe forms itself of. I wrote a song last night roughly following a Rasputina melody that captures what I have experienced of distillation thus far. Wanna hear it? Here it go.
Boiling over in this flask
Rottingham '79
Sodden eyes and vacant laughs
On this barstool keeping time
Red light flashes watch your ass
You're walking on the tautest line
Take a few steps over
Fall away into the sky
Relent a few steps back
Nothing coming over but rhyme
Cold clarity the spark of me
Moved by heat and set free
Diffusing in the summer breeze
Draw me back down
Spring frost on my knees
Begging for a newborn night
A dawn to wake A noon to blind
But hazy mists and tempests breed
Hide the collections Store the seed
Cold clarity the spark of me
Moved by heat and set free
Seen or not the liquid flows
Down smooth spouts So soon to soak
Spring frost on my knees
As I already have. Just the act of distillation has provided some insight into the elements that the Universe forms itself of. I wrote a song last night roughly following a Rasputina melody that captures what I have experienced of distillation thus far. Wanna hear it? Here it go.
Boiling over in this flask
Rottingham '79
Sodden eyes and vacant laughs
On this barstool keeping time
Red light flashes watch your ass
You're walking on the tautest line
Take a few steps over
Fall away into the sky
Relent a few steps back
Nothing coming over but rhyme
Cold clarity the spark of me
Moved by heat and set free
Diffusing in the summer breeze
Draw me back down
Spring frost on my knees
Begging for a newborn night
A dawn to wake A noon to blind
But hazy mists and tempests breed
Hide the collections Store the seed
Cold clarity the spark of me
Moved by heat and set free
Seen or not the liquid flows
Down smooth spouts So soon to soak
Spring frost on my knees
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