Nungali

..... so , you do this in secret ?

Indeed , and that is the implication about the twins ...... the 'internal twins'

non harmonious ? Why, my dear chap, God and the Devil are twin brothers ! ARIES. Whence come ye, brethren? SATAN-TYPHON. From the dwelling place of the sun. ARIES. Who are ye, brethren? SATAN-TYPHON. I am the twin brother of the sun. SATAN-TYPHON. I would have speech with my brother the Sun. ARIES. It is well. LEO. It is not well. There is danger herein to my Lord. [He bars the way. ARIES. Speech cannot harm our Lord. LEO. Brother, if thou be indeed our brother, what wilt thou say? SATAN-TYPHON. O Sun, my brother, is it thy will that I have speech with thee? For I have lain with thee nine moons in the womb of our mother; for we have loved as none have loved; for I am closer knit with thee than light and darkness, or that life and death! https://hermetic.com/crowley/the-rites-of-eleusis/s

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I have never rented a flat that came with a phone number . How does that work ?

here, tones to stimulate centres are done by ;

First one , nah, its land form and acoustics , we have 'spirits' but not 'spooks' here 2nd part .... yep ...

So do I ! I would set it up on my hill and echo it off the escarpment across the river I imagine it would sound good echoing across your landscape too ! The thunder here at times makes a weird similar sound, some freak in the echoes in the landform. First time I heard it "What the hell is that! ? " Crazy guy here said it was the big metal chute from the UFO that sucks up water from the waterfall opposite, it bangs on the rock face - when the clouds go below the escarpment, they take advantage, use them as cover swoop down and steal our water . next time it happened I listened closely ..... God dammit , it sounded exactly like a huge metal tube banging and scraping on the rocks up there in the clouds !

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... DOH ! That should have been 'swerve around them ! (I got it bad today ! )

On a totally different note here is one that amused me, from some years ago , I will leave any Freudian analysis up to you I am riding down a road on my old Triumph Bonneville that I used to own . The road is one I had to slog along in my youth from the school to the train station, it was near the train station, and groups of flats / apartments are there. I come around the corner but deck chairs are set up on the road and sunbathing on them are many of the nurses I used work with, all in bikinis. I have to swerve in and out of them and loose control of the motor cycle and go down. I am not hurt but the bike splits in half, longways, all of it, I can see the inserts and lugs where it fits together, like one of those airfiix plane models I used to make as a kid. My mother comes out of one of the flats and yells at me for being careless .

Starjumper ! I think I found it for you !

But I am sure also that somewhere in a gamalan orchestra there is one tone for you , its just that there are so many . For me its the biggest gongs at the back , I got to play in one once; those two gongs, standing between them as you play, and being swamped by the vibration of the others all around you - an awesome experience !

Perhaps it is different for each person . Mine sounds chaotic The only thing I have ever heard that sounded remotely like it was many years ago when I picked up what I thought was an audio cassette tape and put it in the player. A flatmate said it was from his computer and had a programme on it . [ In case you are a lot younger than me ; ] And it sounded like a super fast jumble of electronic signals and tomes pouring fourth in a stream . Thats the noise I heard when mine first got zapped, as a very young lad ..... by 'that lady in the sky' .... a beam came out from her connected to my forehead and ... that noise . Then again, maybe you mean something else , like a tone or note that you feel resonates in or gives access to the 3rd eye ? MIne doesnt really do that , now it has , like little doors that slide open and close

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Let me see if I can understand you this time ; You are going to suggest Putin or other world leaders give up military pursuits and go make pancakes ? We used to have a Prime Minister that celebrated the first Friday of August ;

I awoke in the middle of the night from finishing this dream and jotted down a quick version of it, in the morning I filled it out ; THE EGYPTIAN This morning I awoke to a beautiful day.‭ ‬I poured a pitcher of water over my head and put on a clean white robe.‭ ‬My sleeping wife looked so at peace I left her and went down to the river to greet the dawn.‭ ‬I assumed the position of adoration and held my palms up to feel the Sun's rays and commenced the‭ '‬Adoration of Ra‭' ‬as the Sun came over the horizon.‭ ‬The ripples on the water glittered‭ ‬red and gold and‭ ‬the day started to come alive.‭ ‬A flock of geese crossed the river high in the sky,‭ ‬a fish jumped and splashed in the water and I,‭ ‬now in ecstasy,‭ ‬knew I was alive inside the body of God. I returned to my house and went inside and greeted my wife,‭ ‬she looked exceptionally beautiful this morning.‭ ‬We ate together,‭ ‬I looked into her eyes and kissed her and went out to plough the fields. Later I came back to rest from the heat of the day.‭ ‬My wife had prepared raisin cakes and barley beer.‭ ‬I ate and drank and then,‭ ‬looking at her,‭ ‬became filled with passion but she held her palm against my heart,‭ ‬gently holding me back and with the other hand offered me the plate of raisin cakes and said,‭ "‬Last night I had a dream,‭ ‬please take these cakes and offer them in the temple.‭" ‬I looked at her,‭ ‬not understanding,‭ ‬but saw the love was still in her eyes,‭ ‬so I obeyed. I went to the temple and thought to offer the cakes to Ra but on my way to his shrine I noticed an alcove on the side and within stood a Goddess I have never seen before.‭ ‬I could not identify her,‭ ‬so I went through the temple until I found a priest and asked him,‭ "‬Who is that Goddess in the side alcove of this temple‭?" ‬he looked at me strangely and replied,‭ "There is no side alcove in this temple.‭" Thanking him,‭ ‬and hoping that he would soon recover from whatever madness had afflicted him I went back and made my offering to the strange but somehow familiar Goddess. Later that night I made love to my wife.‭ ‬Something happened.‭ ‬We have never joined like that before.‭ ‬She was like a new person and my heart was aflame with passion.‭ ‬We thrashed and convulsed in a dark pool of energy whose surface rippled and snaked up in tendrils of darkness and shook and splashed out surrounding us and out of the darkness condensed tiny points of light with the brightness and colours of the gems in Pharaoh’s crown.‭ ‬They sprinkled down upon us and melted into us . Afterwards my wife lay back seductive,‭ ‬deliciously,‭ ‬yet modestly and I have never seen such a beautiful sight in my life‭ ‬-‭ ‬it healed my eyes.‭ ‬She looked somehow different,‭ ‬yet familiar,‭ ‬it was as if her face had changed,‭ ‬but it was still her face.‭ ‬And then I knew‭! ‬She had the face of the Goddess in the temple‭! The next morning,‭ ‬again she slept peacefully,‭ ‬not wanting to disturb her I went to the river to adore Ra in his rising.‭ ‬I picked a blue lotus flower and rushed to the temple to offer it to the Goddess. When I arrived I could not find the alcove or the statue.‭ ‬I approached another priest and asked him about it.‭ "Foolish old man,‭" ‬he replied,‭ "‬I do not‭ ‬know of any temple around here like that or any such Goddess‭ ‬-‭ ‬go back to your wife.‭" So I did,‭ ‬taking her the lotus,‭ ‬but on the way home I saw a neighbour, ‭"‬Good news‭!‬,‭" ‬he called to me and came over.‭ "‬As you know,‭" ‬he said,‭ "‬my wife and I crave for a child and we could never have one,‭ ‬but this very morning the doctor told her she is with child.‭" I saw another elderly neighbour and noticed he had lost his limp.‭ ‬All the sunflowers in the field had opened.‭ ‬Another neighbour‭ ‬-‭ ‬cranky,‭ ‬old Ahmose‭ ‬-‭ ‬was sharing‭ ‬his breakfast with a stray dog. I entered my house and gave the lotus to my wife,‭ ‬kissing her on the cheek.‭ ‬She took it and smiled and looked deep into my eyes and said,‭ "‬Something wonderful has happened.‭" "I know.‭" ‬I told her. ( a fair amount of my short story writing is from dreams ... not normal dreams , they are 'story dreams' . )

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Happens here on our commune too . We sheltered people in need and trouble, helped them get set up, gave them (not sold them,,, GAVE them ) land to build on . Our worst most troublesome resident came here as a single mother with 3 kids seeking refuge , she got help to do all that , then turned against us fang and claw and tried to destroy the community and have it disbanded (which would have entailed destroying her own site and house as well .... ) Its a bit like being in a safe life raft and then picking up someone in trouble and then having to spend the rest of the time dealing with them stabbing holes in the bottom of the boat they are in

hang on .... what is it you give them on the head ?

I just returned from my own mothers funeral held on friday. I had a few false alarms " You better get down here, she is on her way out." then the next morning she is sitting up in bed having a cup of tea and asking what all the fuss is about. I got another warning on monday but she died on tuesday night. My elder brothers eulogy was great, heard stuff I never knew about. Mine was off the cuff, seemed to please the congregation but the catholic priest maybe didnt agree with it . One thing that impressed me, my brother was saying how he was a primary school teacher and he worked in some pretty rough areas with abused kids. One kid would come to school very early ( to get away from the home situation) and he would find him, in winter with tattered clothes huddled up near the door waiting and shivering. So he went and bought him some thick flannelette shirts, one for each day, and would give him a clean one and take the old one home to wash for him, mum would wash and iron them for him. he said one day he noticed a lump in the folded shirt and opened it, in the pocket was a 'freddo frog' , chocolate. She had been slipping in treats for the kid, Eventually it graduated to biscuits and sandwiches. Then she found out, of off my brother , some never celebrated their birthday or the parents didnt acknowledge their own kids birthdays ( wtf ! ? ) so she got him to get their dates off the schools record and would make a cake for him to take to school and they would have a little birthday party there . Thats a mum for ya ! My dad died when I was around 17 .... yes very different expereinces because of my age difference .. but I came after to appreciate him more . You know that (supposed) Mark Twain quote : " When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years. "

Nope , you wrong about that. I respect many qualities; justice, perseverance , standing up for yourself, not letting some wanker aristocrat supress me , etc . LLLL LIGHT LIFE LOVE LIBERTY ! ! Being hit on head too much causes revolutions !