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the matriarchs have returned, there is no existence or nonexistence, there is no enlightenment nor is there darkness, in truth. The matriarchs have created it for their love of the man, the mushroom, and the men have created the reflection, for their love of the woman. though they are all one, creating their other sides. The women priestesses of the morning glories, and the priests of the mushrooms, sat in meditation in their various planes upon the Planet, between them was a current and they communicated through one another, we living and moving beings the bodhisattva messengers between them, dwellers in nirvana, who would also be within us.
"There are no beings and there is no sense world," said the morning glories and "yet our love will last forever" said the mushrooms, "we are largely unseen, we are deep within, and we are sprouting up."
"We have not gone too deeply" said the moonflowers and the morning glories, "not into the physical world, but the spiritual world, we are the causers of the morning and the evening sky"
"We are the tendered to the boundless horizons within closed eyes"
she had no feet though, because they were buried in the ground, and her hat was like a flower, and she sang om. along with the rest of them, theyre feet were all buried and they sang om, and they planted the seeds of the forests, the acorns where their feet were, and they covered the holes. As they did this, the cities shrank more and more, again we were able to seem them as they were, the cellular ecosystems, magnified our true homes, the fairy nature returned. The leaves and stems of the plants which nurtured and healed us. The infinite nature of the world was apparent once more, everything was not known, yet the Yomo brought the light of love everywhere, it was the infinite realm of wanti. The spirit returned to the plants, which had been drawn away by unconsciousness. In stillness, we saw the virtue, in endless doing the wastefulness. just as the mushroom is still, and yet the world grows, there is always enough, everything comes at the right time. But the ones who are always creating and moving about are distracted and they destroy their own world. So again the joy and celebration of quietness, stillness, symbollessness, non penetration, chilling was alive. So again the hippies sat in deeper truthful communication, not just upon accepted paradigms, the language of the soul return, yet it was vague, only to be felt, and yet it drew us all in a certain way, that the divine fabric of the universe would always weave itself together right in its inimitatable intricacy and thus we had nothing to fear, only to follow our spirit paths, as empty and insignificant as the helicopter seeds, which fall spinning from the trees, yet together unknowingly, we nourish the world.

Our thoughts were full of the joys, and we thought always of the Goddess and God, all forms and names have reconcile themselves, as one, flowing from one another, in kalieoscopic beauty. With our thoughts we cleaved to the spheres which suited our dreams. Sulos was at the center, with our thoughts, we spoke again to the dryads. We are the forest in dreaming, the cities are naturalized. With our thoughts, we brought happiness, and a great tide of truth, and wisdom, the world manifested our thoughts, in loving ways. There was simple equilibrium, and comprimise between the higher and lower selves, we danced together, without heirarchy, in the rings, as the cities burst with life of the plants, again, the chemicals, which were the unconscious edge faded away, the foolishness replace by the divine wisdom.

Everything is the Goddess, and everything is God, thus all our thoughts and prayers and practice become astral sex, and an astral world where no suffering anchored us miserably, this world blossome more and more, and we realized what it really had done was reincarnated, for it is Wanti, flowing again through the veins of the planet, which is pleased and pleasured at our return to lucidity. The plants had guided us, being both within and without, we saw the fractal echoes, and thus a greater and truly physical truth came. Live was without suffering, without rigid operations, love was the currency, and the food, and the warmth, an everything could easily be transformed to it, and always remained flowing, there was no escape from the love, thus the planet flowered.

cosmic bees, came, beings, spreading their pollen, the mushrooms, enlightening us to a greater dharma, even deeper love, we saw ourselves, we saw the eternity, it had ever ended we saw out to the corners of the universe, the earth showed its nature did not end. Our spirits were fulfilled in the rooted ecstasies, of orgasmic, enlightened existence, vibration rose and effected the entire universe, consciousness awakened everywhere, and the transformative abilities of lucidity and true love, it was a logic before logic.

Some where lost and would flicker away, but only needed to remember sulos is the basis of all things and it would return like a wave washing over again. Deeper and deeper without even thoughts, without even symbols, just the truth of the vibrations, and then oneness, which became emptiness, which is the greatest boundlessness, emptiness creates love. Which is a happy delusion that becomes true. Consciousness flowed through everything, one and yet myriad, like a great dragon, psychically healing the world, making everything vital, whole, organic, no more did the fragments float about. We were simple like drops of water, consciousness like gravity, a process of nature itself, and thus nothing could ever fall out of place, always from the emptiness the love sprang, and raved, and became empty again, and again filled with the divine love.

The forests flourished again, and in the comforts of the cities, even they flourished, trees, and they were the ancient priests, and we were dryads. Chaos broke out, we returned to the natural government, we did not fight much, but all was resolved in love, the power of love. And there were places and we went and it was beyond the dream, places you went and realized you were the entire universe. Places where a new world was created, in the dreams, nothing was permanent except from the love, which flowed from the plant teachers always, in their various planes as the primordial ground, by which we know where we are, in relation to the love. and sometimes whole new worlds were created, and they meshed with ours, and it was a different kind of exploration and yet it brought countless wisdoms.

Everything in life is a joy. And Death is nothing to be sad for.

I saw the cosmic bees, and we made love, they were the people we knew, and yet it was a different aspect of them, a universal aspect, and there were the orgies, and closer and closer they became physical and more and more existence itself was that, and it was love.

It was the doing of Ila, and through every story, the love went, and we were all Love.






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