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Authors: Eva Corona

And if so maths has infinity and eternity.  Somewhere not so long ago. 21-st century and all that. A young man 16 won a science competition.  He was Irish. Said to be crazy perhaps he proved well. He proved the existence of god.

 

 

Kind of

 

He saw equation that had log e in them (eternity) he saw equation that had infinity in them 8 kind of. He the used infinite fractions to solve logarithmic equations. Mad or beautiful. Whichever way you look at it. Two sides to every.........

 

 

He disappeared into the night. 

On buses and trains she had felt sad leaving the old man.  Though she did not feel her emotions.  She traveled and moved with the world, or the world moved with her. She never knew which.

 

Fatima wandered the empty dusty street alone.  She was tired and thirsty and did not know how long it had been since she had passed the last town.  The street was empty and it had been a long time since the last car had passed.  Each step she took her tiredness and thirst grew more.

 

She found herself in a room filled with handicrafts of all shapes and sizes, colorful Moroccan rugs covered the floor and the air was alive with celebrated decadence. She rolled over the silken caftans.   Listening to the rehearsal of the songs for that nights show with the saxophone player. He was a middle aged African man who had moved to Morocco three years earlier.  The floor was covered with orange woolen expanses of Chihuahua carpets. 

“MMM melt into the rhythm.” He said,  “Melt.”

Elijah, whose aura was peaceful and the music sounded beautiful.  She had only just arrived in Marrakech and was grateful to have a friend.  He was kind and hospitable and friendly to her.

Elijah and Fatima formed a strong friendship in the short period of time Fatima was there.  Fatima felt disinclined to enter into further studies so soon, she felt more like traveling and resting, meeting people her own age and having fun.  Though she remembered how Juan had spoken of the impermanence of things, like youth and friendship and she did not want to lose the precious insights he had given her.  She knew that he wanted her to learn and experience before she returned to him and she decided she would continue to work at learning so he would be pleased with her.  

They sat up in Elijah’s apartment drinking Hibiscus tea, which Elijah made himself from fresh Hibiscus flowers, which he brought back from Africa.  Elijah was partly crippled and used a crutch to walk.  This was also why he practiced yoga, as it maintained his suppleness. 

Elijah taught Fatima old African spells and Fatima became very interested in magic, she lay reading a book on Wicca and witchcraft and became fascinated by the power and depth of the concoctions.  “You look beautiful.” Elijah hushed.  Fatima blushed and continued to read.

They sat outside on the balcony looking out over the sunset.  Elijah looked at Fatima warmly and once again gave her his gentle smile.   The warm air was laden with the scent of night blooming jasmine.

One thousand petals and extreme bliss.  If we had all the answers there would be no questions.  Pure rhythmic drumbeats and once again liberation.  Consciousness chooses from the possibilities of itself and mind gives meaning.

A forest where glistening white snow drapes the branches.  The snow gives a silence, clean and fresh gift of glistening white light from God.

A reservoir containing the nectar of immortality.  A pure white lotus flower.  White like the moon.  Silvery milky rays from the moon bathing our dreams as we sleep.  The ethereal worlds coming to light in the darkness of the worlds of the moon.  When the fairies come out to play.  Light flickers as they play the magic mystical games.   Nourishing everything in the cool night.

 

Intellect is embracing absence.  Gentleness with everlasting freedom.  Faith is with respect and moments.  OM MANI PADME HUM.  Still to feel compassion for the universe must be too overwhelming for the human heart, too exhausting for the human mind and yet we are bathing in that very compassion. 

 

 

 

Elijah looked sadly out of his window to the dark red mountains.  The redness to the mountains seemed to glow with a greater intensity.   Intensity only the pain love can cause.

She would never tell him where she had come from.  Her smile was s mysterious.  The sadness in her eyes was so distant.  He had wanted to love her.  He asked her why she had to be free, and she had said it was the only way to be.  He had known always not to let his heart be torn by an impermanent love.  If she comes then she goes.  It is the same with everything.  Yet with Fatima he had imagined magic.  At the time he knew he was wrong.  She was young and beautiful, he should know better, though he had loved her.  He felt sinful for thinking about her this way and vowed she must never know.

 

Fatima walked alone picking flowers.  As she walked she felt nature humming to her.  Soothing her.  Comforting her.  As she bent to pick each flower she felt its delicacy and the abundance of nature’s beauty.  She felt as if nature could feel her and as she looked at the sky she felt humbled by such an experience of awesomeness.

 

 

 

The universe is in itself nothing because every part cancels out the corresponding opposite.  So we are living in nothing.  Time does not move.  Profoundly beautiful smile.  To lead and not to rule.  Blessed.  The Way that endures forever. All loving wisdom.  Actively note your blessings.  A body that looks both male and female.  To have, without possessing.  Melody and harmony.  Water and Mist.  Sea Mist.  Actively note your blessings.  Creative acts are discoveries, we discover by visiting a forgotten land.  Creative acts are discoveries, we discover by visiting a forgotten land.  There must be no land forgotten.  No terrain left uncovered, we must search each crevice of the earth ¿ universe.  Uncharted territory will be marked.  Nothing will be unexplored.  Expect no secret to remain uncovered.  Be prepared it will be known.  The light and love must be released.

Not to paint objects but to paint the relationships between them, not to see things but to see the relationship between them.  we are only something in relationship to something else.  Sweetness and suffering.  Purple skies and golden chariots.  Chiffon and silk.  LIFE middle word is IF.  BELIEVE middle word being LIE>

Innocence in no sense

Therapist the rapists

Analyze   anal eyes

Genius gene in us

Criminal crime in all

Alone   all one

Extreme chance of everlasting light, blissful transcendence emerging from bubbles of delight elevating ecstatic bursts. No chance, of light no chances any chance.  It is time to light candles in all dark and lonely places. The soul can roam in the solace of the earth and find comfort.  Repression is darkness when all is light.   Keep searching and you will find, keep feeling and you will feel, close your eyes and you will see, listen and you will hear; sing.

Love which is needed is there because the desire for it was created by love itself.

Apple tress full of apples bursting with juicy tastes in any orchard anywhere, how could such flavors exist if the desire to taste them was not there?  The bursting need for love in abundance is the result of the desire for it to be given which is reflected in the warmth and overpowering heat from the sun.

 

 

Is the triangle the source of creation?  There is ignorance.  Once we recognize the ignorance and ask the question of what the ignorance is about then we come closer to the truth.  All the answers are there we just need to know the search for them, If we begin the search we must know why we are searching, and most importantly what we are searching for because whatever it is it is there and this may be one of the hardest things we have to accept, that it is there, and we just have to want to find it, and know how to.  Excuses that it is not there will not hold through when it is.  So what is the question?  Your question begins with creation, my question begins with infinity.  Does your question exist without my question?  Does my question exist without yours? What is the question? What is the question? What is the question?

Newton solved the most difficult mathematical problems by sleeping on them.

 

Hallucination that the laws of physics exist and co exist inside an eternal realm.  This realm is ours.  We have made it and applied laws, and they remain only so long as we allow them to.  When they begin to impinge on our sense of reality and we feel their contraction we expand and expound and the entire universe changes with you.  The mind has to be rediscovered.  The independence of the mind from the brain as a meaning processor can be considered.  Meaning is not inherent in the objects of the world.  It is the function of the mind to give meaning.  This moment is experienced in infinitely possible ways.  So time exists as a form of separating our experience so we can experience the magnificence more.  Two separate energies combining. Excitement.

Our mental prisms reflect the light of a thousand different colors.  Our eyes see past the Egyptian Nile As she looks at you she looks past you into and unknown world, yet to be known.  There is only an S between comic and cosmic.

The brain has a resemblance to a computer.

workings of the mind.  Artificial intelligence was made to stimulate the mind by computers.  If we can ever write a program for a computer and after conversing with it we cannot tell if we have been conversing with a person or a computer we cannot deny the intelligence of the computer.

One who does not use his powers is stronger than the powers themselves. 

If we start with objects we end with objects.

A basic occult aphorism agreed by most scientists today is that all is energy.  All is energy called is energy.

We study love yet at the end of life still do not know how to describe it.  We confess.  If you enjoy life you will enjoy death.  It is all love.  Believe in love. Mysterious cosmic illusion, manifesting as purity, activity and inertia.  Pure consciousness reveals itself through creation. Creation and destruction are two sides of the same coin and they essentially go together.

We view creation in wonder, yet the greatest wonder of creation is its magnificence in impermanence, for it has been created to be destroyed.

Harmony balance and a ray of light. A dream in which colors are the only form of communication.  A dream we understand in light.  A dream we imagine and create to form reality.  A dream made and a reality formed. Each state deep sleep and wakefulness loses reality from the point of view of the other, so therefore neither is real. Nothing is real and nothing is false.

As creation evolves it becomes so separate that you a universal observer observing a universal creation.  Look at the universal creation, be the universal observer.

The idea of sacrament touches everything.  Breathe and feel blessed. Breath is infinite and abundant.  It is fresh and clear.  It is magic and inviting.  It is mysterious.  When water is sipped it is holy and purifying.  Life is filled miracles though who can tell you why.

Release greater love and light, the dense physical vehicle functions as if on automaton.  The etheric body is the energy body.  It is the medium of contact and response with the ocean of energies in which we love.  The emotional body feels s and expresses feelings.

The mind plans and decides.  Every form of any kind from atom to human to planet has a soul.  The spark of consciousness illumines the mind. Spark of light illumining.  Drench the heat in love.  Drench the cold in love.  Drench the fear in love.  Drench light in love.  Drench darkness in love.  Drench the heart in love.  Drench the crying sounds in love knowing that they too will end. The ethereal castle realms, magic gifts and rooms whose eternity opens doors to forests of light.

Love is endless and infinite.  When you search what you are looking for is you.  Make yourself happy with my laughter.  Children singing, playing laughing.We cannot recognize something that is not within us, doing so is to deny the meaning of the world.  All is one and taime time I love you t’aime divides and division is illusion so time is unreal.  Use the illusion to your happiness and joy.  Live as long as you want and longer.  Stilled and quiescent, a quiet pool of light.  Sound of ripples on the lake.  Modern science supports the view that the very substance of the cosmos, from which the universe has been made, is a form of light energy.A Chinese proverb-rather light a candle than complain about the darkness.

The pattern of every leaf is not the same.  The breeze of love is blowing.  Love creates the world and love destroys the world.  If you are in love you are in God and God is in you. Allow the world to transform itself to the beauty of your eyes. Think of all the good times wasted having good times.  Transcendental places, which are ever present, transform.

Imagine, Citadels of light, built by architects of peace, bringing heaven to earth.

 

 

 

Lying under the canopy of stars outside the temple she stares up at the stars.  Inside the temple Bhagawan Das is chanting.  From eight in the evening until sunrise endless chants to Lord Shiva.  The love and energy pouring off Bhagawan Das is visible to the naked eye.  Bodies moving devotionally and ecstatically as they dance, rhythmically, intoxicated on love.  An Indian lady in an Indian Sari is enacting the role of Shakti.  She moves her hands in circles and smiles with her eyes, inviting onlookers inside to the intoxicating world of dance movement in love.  Drum beats from drummers thump as the dancing lady stamps on the floor, her feet lightly dancing and the bells around her ankles making music with the drums.  Her arms move upward in ecstatic devotion and she opens her arms wide, then spinning, then twisting then turning to the chants. 

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