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Pure Energy
Thinking Out Loud-manifesting words into reality
“I wanna know what you’re thinking,” comes to mind. The informational society we are, painting pictures of words magnificent, glorified, defined, energetic beings in microcosmic ratio, blown out of proportion, galactic thought transference unhindered.
Waiting all week, gathering data, elemental quarks discordance empyrean, darkened forces, Vader-like strength pulling me into the abyss. Frequent flyer to this space in time, pausing, reflecting upon self, acquiesce is current understanding.
At the center of the universe we are, void-like, nothingness, All there Is, matters not to whom we see. Ensconced serenely in self-universal thought, handed down generational, ancestral beings verbally dictating stories of ancient Banjhakri, blockages man-made creations dissipating.
Offerings smoked libations of favorite flavors, ancient ones come forth. Shape-shifting once again, embodied spirit, energetic thinking out loud, ekphrastic attempts at transmuting thought, ethereal to flesh as it was in the beginning.
Messenger beings entering the room, mind over matter, actually mind over mine, entered body mind-altering hollow bone. Conversing with a neighbor, questions and observations, before he/ she completed speech, thoughts flowing tongue, speaking star-transmitted directive, charged voice directed at sentient being.
~Ani Po
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I thought of this song immediately when reading this weeks prompts.
Refraining from thinking out loud during the week, observing madness amidst my peers, COVID has come to the tipping point of it all. Last Saturdays prompt sat with me for the week. You are being an ass, what a dick, are you always this insensitive? Just to name a few guarded lips.
Allowing myself to sit with the darkness, heaviness of the day, projected violence from those around me. Asking the energies to come forward one by one, prompted, teaching their lessons of the days, allowing me to elevate self, family, worldly thoughts into higher planes.
Airy fairy, dream-like status? Maybe, maybe not.
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Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared and more importantly the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
