Guest guest Posted November 8, 1999 Report Share Posted November 8, 1999 The Tree is flying towards the Sun the Sun reaches the Tree the green of Spring leaves the fruit of Summer's harvest in potency exist within The tree's seed, Raziel Firewalk to the Sun On wings shimmering of moonlight Eyes crystalline bright as the stars Hair flowing in the sunlight made of Sun The beauty so incredible filling each cell with golden light of the Sun which beckons in Joy Gabriel and Consort ascend Samech to Tiphareth Path of Samech primary route through the Veil ALHIM a path of Fire Path of the Arrow the Peacock's Tail Rainbow colors shining in the Vessels Bearing all one's energy upon the arrow to fly straight... the Archer's arrow of the Centaur otherwise this most difficult path to the Sun breaks the vessels ... and if held and clear success in works ... Firewalk Three approaches, ascetic, meditative, sensual used separately or in harmony Passing through the Veil here, the loss of fantasy spun by the unconscious of what "truths" believed most strongly about self like the loss of identity ... who is left? Who makes the wind? Inner passivity is the Veil here temptation to flee from knowledge but that way lies madness ... not a minor work leaving the hall of Mirrors only in walking the path of fire cannot be faked cannot be forced can only be done ... Firewalking You were right the macrocosm came to the microcosm and the microcosm to the macrocosm the Veils and the Masks are wrent (torn) like the fire holes of snakes until the dweller is revealed what is this perfumed essence within... in the pattern weaved in the tapestry Briatic Angel silk perfumed air tapestry weaving colors brighten like silk embroidery shimmering in the light with colors beyond vision of this mere mortal dweller on the threshold is who within..? crystalline light shooting off the hologram sculpture clear like water standing in air the rainbow crystalline hologram unconscious made conscious even collective unconscious Firewalking there is no competition as a woman and i discussed last night as she gets better so do i separation is a myth much like independence long held and cherished here in the West Gabriel and Gabriella fly into the East into the Air which smells sweet like Sugar into the Sun's Rays which beckon like golden honey kissing the vessels with rainbow colors to pattern weaving made beauteous by Elohim Path of Divine Fire Firewalking Would i miss the light of the Sun? Firewalking with patience working deeply the patterns woven Briatic deeply within until crystal clear musical harmonies dance the air Firewalking calm, serene, patience Eye on the Goal Sun of Water World Earth of Fire World Innocent like a child tossing the Sun into the air like a Golden Ball caught in the Tree she must climb to retrieve what she already held light dancing lightly ~ rainbo ~ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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