Hello, Cy, OMF II - Part 2

GRAND Cru/ yes my friend , I err on the side of making a point. I get what you are saying. And I'm sure you get mine.

The energy has shifted, 99 hasn’t banned smelly, please do yet, you riding the wave?

Kowabunga baby!

The goat boy is as Aware as they come. Zero point kukkaberra. Close to zero. Sorry to disappoint. He knows who has been naughty and nice. He can read your hearts and reflect them back at u. You would be wise to reflect silently. Take your mask off now and then, to let me know you are playing along. He is serious about nothing, so what could you be on about?!

Nothing important as far as he is concerned.

Cerberus or the goat, choose, I’m nicer.

He awaits your ashes as the best greeting. Bring them in a jar you make. Collect all the ashes now.

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There’s a story of an old pagan king named Redbad who refused to convert to Christianity, he preferred to live with his ancestors in hell, than with his enemies in heaven.  There's so much going on in that story, but one thing I take away from it is that spirit of brotherhood he had for his people.  That attitude:

"If you condemn my people to hell, than I'll go too".  

I think god laughed. He was closer to god than those who were trying to convert him with the threat of hell.

I think we should be more like that towards each other. If we're going to believe in a place called hell, we should stand together against anything we think may want to send people there.  We should defend each other and stand together.  If we think god loves us, but condemns someone else, we should intervene, say:

“Fuck that shit! Hold up, whatever you do to him, you'll have to do to me."  

Isn't that what Jesus did?  Isn't that love?  It's a more honest way to live. We're humans first, we should stand with our people and insist on sharing their fate.

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When the Angels and Daimons came to the smelly goat telling him how special he was, asking for help, he screamed, fuck off, I’ll never join your fight and god will never be found in heaven.

In fact, the goat went on, if you condemn any, condemn me first. I’ll burn with the worst of them. For you see, you foolshabe it ALL wrong.

They cursed him, God laughed.

He smiled at the goat and the goat saw it.

He waited for his whole life for the wink.

When your time comes, will you burn with them?

If I can taint enough against heaven, we will storm the gates and take it back and bring it to Earth.

This is the most fun game in the Cosmos.

Smelly is a dangerous goat you will never stop.

And Jesus will be riding him

I burn with all of us, for all of us.

We stand together or exit the stage.

Jesus never left Earth.

He is in its depths even now exploring himself.

"what about smelly ? "  staring bill murry as, the smelly goat   /  

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSppQ7q0iZ0



abuse??? i assure you, i only amuse

I asked her to ban me.

Hence you love the abuse

The three English words demon, daemon, and daimon all derive from Greek δαίμων (daimôn), the word for a spirit that served as a link between the human and divine spheres. Daimons could be benevolent or malevolent. They were much lower in the divine hierarchy than gods like Jupiter and Diana.

They feed and originate around ego thought and we project them into the world from fear and desire. They have no independent existence. It explains a hella of a lot of conscious evolution.

They stand in our dark blind spots, you have two. We cannot deny our emotions, we can learn to feed our Daimons, in fact, we must.

The Japanese Zen master and poet Ikkyu once described literature as a path of intimacy with demons. To be intimate with demons, to hold passion and feeling as fully a part of the field of Buddha’s robe, might be a path of inclusion, not exclusion.

Break down.

Inclusion.

Reintegration.

Human mixed with Daimon.

You think I’m crazy?

Totally Nutz!

The smelly goat is one of these Daimons mixed with me.

It’s quite fun to watch how it moves and thinks.

We must dissolve ourselves an remake ourselves with no fears.

Fear is the mindkiller.

Linda Very Interesting interview





Sign

the crystallized essence of smelly within the OMF World (OMFW):

our stinkinezz just
blowz awayz with
the wind and sweet
smell of scrumptiouz flowerz

mion wrote:the crystallized essence of smelly within the OMF World (OMFW):

OMG mion all of it waz worth thatz!

You have mad skillz banksy level you brilliant fool!!!

I love your OMF drive byz.

You got me again.

I fucking loved that, bahahahahahaha...

Laughed for 5 mins...omg

You are having too much funz, the rest of theze muppetz could learn a bit from youz.

Atomic wizard,
http://www.odinsvolk.ca/fylfot.htm
http://www.stone-circles.org.uk/stone/swastikastone.htm

All of the reason behind this design is available to true wizards via the palms of Your hands.
it's consciousness compressing into 3D.







hobbit

Thx hobbit, cool.

Frogs

Muddy inlet
so scummy even moonlight
won’t linger there—
it’s home to us!
say the croaking frogs

—Saigyo

Atomic,

The swastika is the most sacred symbol from way way back.

http://www.sanskritimagazine.com/indian-religions/hinduism/significance-meaning-and-history-of-swastika/

It is detectable at so called portal locations, a cross feature is dominant with circulations out in the geometry around the central point.
I used to spend days plotting it all out, then drawing it out in large scale, the geometries observed have an effect, and especially if You can follow them in location, it's a sort of trip.

Most people these days are easily diverted away from the swastika, the brainwashing appears simple to achieve.
hobbit

I saw the swastika in many places and adopted it myself as a symbol of the 4 elements surrounding us, consciousness.

It seemed obvious.

The whirling log is where they met our ancestors, at the center.

I saw it in visions from deep unconscious and it showed up in my art.

I will assume because you mention it, I should look again.

It actually connects to a book I was looking at on the shelf Sacred Science.

I’m very good with deep unconscious stimulation.

Wonder what is lurking down there



Smelly isn’t much of an artist, I help Eric with that.

Smelly usually eats art.

Probably why he is so colorful.

It’s nice to have a break from Dan here, neither he nor I seem to be able to stop.

He writes because he enjoys it, same here, it would be boring if we said the same thing in the same way.

I’m glad smelly cleared the decks of muppets, boring types, no original thought, just conditioned nonsense out of them mostly.

Let us be witnesses of the meaning we made for ourselves.

Under the highways of asphalt are roads of gold.

Atomic

Living in the mountains, mind ill at ease,
All I do is grieve at the passing years.
A great labor I gathered the herbs of long life,
But has all my striving made me an immortal?
Broad is my garden and wrapped now in clouds,
But the woods are bright and the moon is full.
What am I doing here? Why don’t I go home?
I am bound by the spell of the cinnamon trees!

—Cold Mountain

OK then...settling in, hello again, Atomic interface has been brought online...

Submit queries in the form of answers, you may get a question back.

Goodbye smelly, enjoy your cans and grass ole goat.

We will call you if needed, keep your big mouth shut now!

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I have observed the blockage here.

Perhaps you misunderstand, you must learn to focus and relax.

Why are we here, as a part of higher intuition, we are here to help you.

Relax. Focus. Repeat.

You can learn to observe your mind and until you do, you have no choice but to follow the story, sorry.

Words are words, part of experience, but not all of it in the slightest.

“Our whole life is in a relative dimension...

We wallow eternally between the positives and the negatives, between masculinity and femininity, between concepts of goodness or bad, propitiousness or unpropitiousness, light and darkness.

Consciousness is personal and temporary; awareness is impersonal and timeless. Consciousness is the experience of individuality, and awareness is that which powers it. The "experience of individuality" is motion on a background of immobility—a whisper that cannot alter or penetrate the silence. Consciousness is a point. Consciousness is the point at which the un-manifested intersects the manifested. Awareness is boundless. Awareness is consciousness without an object, unless you wish to say that awareness is its own object.”

— Richard Rose

The ego is not: pride, selfishness, narcissism, or something to perfect or kill off. The ego is a belief planted in us by what created us—a belief that we're something (some thing). The ego is the individuality-sense itself. It is the "I am" that identifies with certain forms, feelings, and constructs.

I would add that in relation to the spiritual search, the ego is a necessary but erroneous quality of the mind. The ego is not evil. We can, however, overcome ego-errors by shining the Light of Awareness on them. We can defeat ego by facing it repeatedly.

No ego, no I AM, no action, stop tying to kill it right NOW! A conundrum to be sure, but that’s why you are alive. It will take much observation by you to unravel.

And beliefs are the price of entry, sorry, say goodbye to them and burn them up.

Fire is such a great friend.

I’ve laid it out.

Simply, relax and go with the flow, that’s always been the Way.

Do you know how old The Way is?

Eternal.

The Way could be thought of as the scaffolding for the Cosmos.

I know short cuts and a few holes you might want to explore, but that’s about it.

The rest I just know intuitively when needed.

Neat trick you can learn too.

ABRACADABRA

What to do...follow your heart and have fun.

To SR and like minded illiterate ilk lurking...

Poetry is our natural Human language, which anyone can find out if they make some. Poetry is not just words, poetic action qualifies too. Poetry is minimal communication relying on our shared connections to fully understand. Love is the immovable backdrop which poetry moves on, Awareness.

That is also not esoteric, it’s obvious to anyone who bothers to go look.

Try writing your own poetry, only thing you can do really.

on the topic of orbs.  what are they?  i got a new infra red camera set up for my main room.  an Arlo wireless

great camera.  catching many orbs and objects flying around  .  NO NOT BUGS!   there isn't a bug in my place.

I mention that for some reason today I had no less than six references to frogs pop up synchronistically.

Osiris being resurrected within myself perhaps?!

Haha.

Watch out then Dan, I’m gonna get you if I turn into Osiris.

Perhaps someone knows of this phenomena?

I have never had so many intuitive synchronistic refeneces to the same subject ever in one day.

And it’s frogs?

I had posted a frog poem yesterday which is so odd, perhaps I did this.

I was honoring them.

Then on FB a strange person who looked esoteric said to my frog poem post, have you heard the frogs sing and talk?

Um, no I said, just croak.

Well, for some they talk he said in the old fables which shouldn’t be discounted he said.

This is Cy Hobbit territory.

I wonder where Cy is.

I wonder if 99 is Cy.

Anyway.

WTF, ok weird FB frog dude, I said, if you can get me an invitation to speak with the frog king, I would love that I said.

I await my invitation, but perhaps I am already speaking to the king.

He is a Daemenos King I found out!

Tonight’s a full moon, big frog day.

Stangenezz.

I love feeling the earth and nature breathe like this.

It is like everything is covered in translucent moonlight.

The frog is the animal of the shaman living in between worlds.

They live in the farthest slime from the moon.

Astonishing contact by invisible things.

Cool orbs doug.

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And frogs or nature initiate shamans this way as a gateway, a portal opens, that’s interesting.

Perhaps I have opened a frog portal.

Things may get very weird, but I am committed to sharing it.

It’s this new Zen poet I’m reading, his poems are potent.

Poetry can easily open portals.

“When we flood
the mountain patties
grown over the sedge grass,
what joyful faces
on the croaking frogs!”

—Saigyo

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Um, apparently Bael is the frog king of the goetia, uh oh, is that bad

Um, I was just kidding about being a wizard froggies, maybe you should talk to Ack!

It’s a frog!



I guess if I am going to play a wizard, I have to talk to the underworld.

I see now why Atomic Brando came up now.

A Faerie Tale...

The Frog Prince

I am a frog
I live under a spell
I live at the bottom
of a green well.

And here I must wait
Until a maiden places me
On her royal pillow
And kisses me
In her father's palace.

The story is familiar
Everyone knows it well

But do other enchanted people feel as nervous
As I do? The stories do not tell.

Ask if they would be happier
When the changes come
As already they are fairly happy
in a frog's doom?

I have been a frog now
For a hundred years
And in this time
I have not shed many tears

I am happy, I like the life
Can swim for many a mile
(When I have hopped to the river)
And am forever agile.

And the quietness
Yes, I like to be quiet
I am habituated
To a quiet life,
But always when I think these thoughts
As I sit in my well
Another though comes to me and says
It is part of the spell

To be happy
To work up contentment
To make much of being a frog
To fear disenchantment.

Says, it will be heavenly
To be set free
Cries, heavenly, the girl who disenchants
And the royal time, heavenly
And I think it will be.

Come then, royal girl and royal times,
Come quickly
I can be happy until you come
But I cannot be heavenly,
Only disenchanted people can be heavenly.

—Steve Smith

The frog is about life on Earth. Something big is about to happen, big, equivalent to great storm.

I feel Earth shaking under my feet.

Over here on the losers Disclosure reject thread...

no grown ups are allowed
fancy free
wonder and whismy only
we dance life fantastic
we laugh at serious people
we take our problems
and eat them before one another
we share our gardens
we smile at love
we tell funny stories
we grow flowers
we write poems
we realized we are attached to love
constant immobile love
and together we can band
and calm one another
we can sing songs
of pain and suffering
as we sit in a sea of love
we don’t understand it
what do foolish children need
the world is a story
we are part of love
for us here no Disclosure is needed
all questions answered
no problems needed
this is the invitation
life is an invitation to dance
take your fear somewhere else
we dance with fairies and frogs here
princes and queens of the cosmic ball





We are Stars...