Five fingers on a hand with a palm that connects. Perched on the end we find the nails of ignorance. Each one either gets on well with the one next, detests or is totally indifferent. This repeats for the fist. They know not their Self but only what the heights said:
“We are the tallest, like it or lump it, we’re in ascent and you can’t do a thing about it”.
The fore replied, indignant, and stated:
“Listen here you overgrown ignoramus, we run this bish and push that smart tech which is why we’re first on the list whenever its time to get picked”. The smallest was super quick and said:
“You’re so dim that you don’t even click that they named you in ignorance of me as thats the cypher to be cracked to separate the fools from the wise which is why I stay, naturally, lifted as they imbibe the waters of wisdom, comprehend?”. The third chimes in:
“Well, they must think I’m something special because when I come around it rings and shines in brilliance so I’ll let the rocks that glisten speak for themselves as I don’t have to talk – I live”. The thumb was chilling, giving not an F as he knew the true king was the opposing digit that made all the difference which is why his face, alone, was known all across the globe as the best way of living. And yet, in his wisdom, we saw something the rest never suspected, due to his vantage:
That they were all connected. There was a common link that was easy to miss as it was designed to be invisible to those who dwell on the outskirts of their minds that they Thunk they know so well. He approached, diplomatic:
“I like you all and can say that I, personally, am nothing special but if we can put aside the bickering for a minute I’ve spotted something that interests and wonder if you can tell what kicks?”. They listened as they all thought he was cool as a fan as he could scratch their backs in a way they, themselves, could never itch. Even if they rarely saw him. The forefinger spoke first and said:
“What is it, kind sir? I’m listening” to which the smallest did quip “So were we all… Until you started droning”. The ring trilled and the mid just grinned. Not wishing to make a scene and prove him correct he let it slip as the thumb said:
“You are all so invested in the most basic application and spotting differences you, somehow, have missed the massive chunk in the mid that links all of us and makes this entire performance what it is”. He bought their attention to the palm and what its representing. They were in awe and amazed by this simple observation and when he said “Tomorrow people, where is your past?” they knew, instinctively, what he meant as none of them could clearly recollect how they got to the ascent but the lay of the land, as it is, says they must stem from this initial place of inception that built the whole thing. The littlest one says:
“Whats beyond it? Any clues or intuition?“.
“I don’t know” said the thumb. Thats why I thought we all might chip in and see what happens if we try a little bit a of reverse engineering as it sure would be bickering and maybe, just maybe, the individual differences provide a hint that each is actually capable of decoding a different aspect of the resonance and thus the sum total of the parts may be way more than we ever, singularly, could imagine as the bit you identify with constantly shifts and regenerates and yet your own Self concept remains identical. Haven’t you ever pondered this? Like whist we’re all arguing there is something very subtle and universal that pulses like a harmonic current which extends its own – whatever it is – that makes us think we’re the nails on the end, right at the edge. What if we’re so beautiful and powerful that the true test of skill can only be seen in a fist or how we, singular, pairs, triplicate and quadrate as well gel as, I don’t know about you, but I feel an amazing little tingle of connection when I rub your backs on request and I was wondering what would kick if we were to try and imperiment and hold it to see how the voltage does shift?”.
Needless to say, they were all with it and that, my friend, is the occult information hidden in your hands aka the art and science of mudras that were discovered, back when, and now, this moment are thrown by gang members instead. Isn’t that a fascinating trip? How what was meant to generate higher states of coherence and resonance was then flipped into harbingers of death and the prime cause of conflict by those who bang the set? I find that interesting. Here are some for you to attempt. Hold them for a bit with a state of relaxation and minimal tension. Actually, before we begin, I’d like you to try something that is pretty amazing and detailed further in this article:
Extend your non dominant palm so it faces the floor at the side of your leg ie parallel to the carpet. Now, take the other hand – that you usually write with – and touch the first and second digits with the thumb pressing both fingertips and draw a small circle on the floor. Tell me what happens. Fascinating, isn’t it? Now try the opposite. What is the meaning of all this? Next try rubbing your palms together, vigorous, until the heat starts to build then draw them apart about four or so inches them bring them together without touching and keep repeating this. Once again, what is this? By my guess its what they said, back when, was the Ether, Prana, Orgone or Chi. I call it innerG and its pretty fascinating as it can do some amazing things as these two blips doth attest. I’ll get you rolling with some examples you can check and then report back in with your findings:
Till we meet again
