Birds, bees, men, women, trees and isosceles. All of these repeat the principles of reality in ways so subtle and obvious that one wonders how they aren’t seen so easily by those who perceive this world in Three D. Walk with me:
We are suspended from above whilst floating between what is below and this vantage points affords us a view unlike most others but the Game is hard and it deals its cards in such a way that one must not just play but exchange. “Exchange what?” you say. Everything, anything, something and nothing – its the trade that counts because you can gain or lose nothing as the amount remains the same but the wisdom you may claim, however, will reverberate through the ages and may just change the way you chose to play this Game on your next incarnation. See, bees do their thing and illustrate this quite well as their buzzing around underpins our entire ecosystem due to the cross pollination they perform. Far more than honey do their tireless works generate on the day to day as they are a crucial step from flower to seed and thus their deeds feed entire scores of species as all are interlinked and all are important in this living, breathing collage that humanity is doing its best to wreck.
An interesting note about which I spoke previously is how honey neither spoils nor does freeze, a hint of immortality as well as how they feed a regular bee baby and birth a Queen so easily. If ever there were proof needed that you are what you eat then think about that one deeply.
Now, quite how they procreate with birds, I know not but common wisdom seems to perceive this unusual pairing and repeats it freely when children seek the Knowledge of how they came to be. Logic dictates that the laying of an egg that contains a full life within, just waiting to express, is a great image to build in the fertile mind of child, even if it is a lie, most blatant. Never mind because, as we’ll see when we examine the nature of trees, there is another resonance at play which hints at how the Game truly runs deep for those with the eyes to see, peep:
There are two kinds of trees that pepper the world today. Conifers and deciduous, those that remain ever green and those who seemingly die only to rise again. Have you ever noticed them? I mean truly looked at what you perceive when they present? No? Let me share something:
See the evergreens are women. As any man can attest they can take your best and still hunger for more as there are no limits to the orgasmic potent they contain nor what they are free to express. Men, on the other hand, need to rest in between bouts as prolactin starts to seep as their erection gently weeps – that is unless they’ve learned to split the art of climax from that of spilling speed, a rarity in modernity but also the key to something unique – but like the seasons what falls shall rise as the inner pilot light may dim but never quite fades as our primal nature does its thing.
But even there there is more than meets the eye because whilst both have an affinity to the sky whilst being rooted out of sight into the Earth which provides the sustenance they require there is a distinct difference that hides a secret in plain sight:
The evergreens have narrow shoulders in contrast to their swinging hips whilst the deciduous spring a large torso from a smaller midriff. Look closer still and you’ll see the repeated inversion of triangles expressed in the forms of men and women who come together to form something else that is then part of both of them but its own mode of expression as a kid. Back to the trees for a moment:
The broadleafs have immense roots that sink down into the firmament that give them a huge strength to survive the environment and all it presents whilst the conifers are thinner in that sense as they strive to reach the heavens. This wisdom was known well in tribal societies who said that a woman is born complete, aware of lifes mysteries whilst a man must be formed hence the rites of passage in which tribulations are worn as badges of honor because you can’t enjoy the rose without first risking the thorns.
The world is one thing expressed as many but each genus sings the same song in many different keys to perform the symphony of reality. Its the reason I don’t believe in equality, nope not at all. We aren’t the same in form, method or expression and if we were the dance of the cosmos would be no more as it works upon the principles of opposition, resonance and wavelength.
Through the process of birth woman reaches beyond this world to encase the numinous behind the firmament in a suit made of carbon but the seeds of the Earth which leap from the mans form the bring the heat to the moment are an expression of the Yan and Ying – two halves of one form, as Plato (or one speaking in his name) once called those who roam across the planet looking for one to make them feel whole again after having been cleaved within and left wondering why they feel like this. We all seek union, in the end. Some are happy with a bit of coital bliss, others fiend for a relationship whilst a few seek simply to Know thy Self as its a fractal expression of the all of everything and thus the prime mover and shaker as well as the start and ending of everywhen. And here we are, suspended in the middle. Not quite dead but neither fully living yet as we’re too blinded by the science to see the signs of everyday miracles which are speaking, live and direct, for those with the ears to listen.
Yes, its a fascinating thing. What this world presents, time and again, for those who take a moment and look within themselves then see reflected in life the Self same thing, just couched in another form. Everything is as its supposed to be, the question is how far dare ye go into the depths of your current level of ignorance and peer at the code which creates the show as well as Knowing the Ledge about the true meaning of that which I term the Witness that manifests from one life to the next and wears the threads of flesh as it recites a script that was etched under the influence of previous debts and credits then accepted in ignorance as “The way it is” as part of their programming as they eat, shoot and leave like gluttonous fiends for misery that is interspersed, randomly, with thin slivers of bliss that simply add to the addiction. Yeah, its a pretty wild thing when seen from my vantage but the question is who is willing to do what is required in order to ascend upon the mountain paved with thorns that turn to petals at the end as you look down at the Valley of the Plebs and wonder how the hell you’re in this realm, again? Maybe the old habits of inserting your Soul as a credit for another spin at the end of a previous incarnation kicked in or maybe there is a greater scope or mission which manifests as the message I’m sharing for those who are so caught up in the web of illusion the Game spins that Know not their Self and believe, with reckless abandon, they are the character they’re animating and all that this brings. People will defend to the death the most elegant of deceptions when presented with a lack of options fueled by a near total absence of Knowledge and the power of discernment this brings.
Think the message would be welcomed by those seeking confirmation of their correctness or is it better to keep fooling those who do that to themselves than showing them alternatives? The rest of the Kingdom doesn’t have such problems as their lives are far more simple. Ours aren’t really that different but we’re just far more creative with how we make and hand out destruction as well as our reliance on the conceptual which marks the link that was severed with the actual that awaits within, like a child, abandoned. Yes, in many ways the reign of the Adulterated is coming to an end so that the new civilization of Techno Sapiens may rise again and live lives augmented and regulated in a strange kind of engineered bliss that will brook no alternative perspectives beyond what is offered. If you thought life as it stands was pretty weird its got nothing on whats coming and they’ll look at us like primitive savages who have more in common with cavemen than their proto Type One civilization in which all are linked in to the central processing algorithm.
Much like the bees I mentioned, yes? And yet, from the caves to the plains to the artificially intelligent the trees in the background simply do what they do best, watch and Witness, as they exchange one commodity for the next and keep it all moving. No wonder the ancients worshipped them and made wands with which to weave magical incantations to control the elements but who believes those silly fairy tales? You’d be surprised, you’d be surprised. At least, I was, when I realized the old spells and rites are alive and well as they mold one generation to the next in the various ways of Thunking that make up 81% of the Souls on the planets inner realms where they accept labels in lieu of imperience and wonder, in quiet desperation, why life feels different as it wasn’t always like this.
The Game of Souls has you, my friend.
Till we meet again
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