blue eyed snake

"You know where you are by reference to where you are not," now that sounds deep and wise but actually I've no idea what I meant by that. Maybe the meaning will pop up later. Bindi was close with her blue arrow, but I fear we do not need a map, it's a blue pointed hat that I need, thanks Apech for reminding me. Some of us know the laying of the lands so a map would be useless, we can follow the river of Taomeow safely, but beware of the rapids, those can be dangerous. Then we'll very unobtrusively pass the Hamlet of Drew and you all can visit mc Donalds inn and stuff yourselves. Meanwhile I will sit outside, acting as if I am on guard but using the time to fold some cranes with the folding paper from the backpack. I've enough elvenwaybread in my cloak to last me a lifetime so the horror of that food can pass me. Then we'll need to decide, I for one will not pass the Jeffery gorge to enter that castle. It's useless, all past and done with, those lads can do as they please as long as they stay in their castle, they may come out later, grown up a bit and wiser. But that time has not yet come. So as it looks to me, there's no other choice then the uncharted lands to the east. about baths...well they may not be needed but it's very nice to be clean. Plus I prefer my reveries to take place in a hot tub smelling of roses. Then have both the reverie and the getting clean plus the peace and contentment. So first, lets think of where we are, mount Marblehead has a teaching for us. Peace and contentment, lets not forget about that while running towards enlightenment or other fancy-sounding ideals

I have no idea about the chemistry but I do remember the effect of those small rolls of Afghan stuff, very potent. As every ' brand' of hashish is different in what it does to the mind, these were sort of beyond that. And at least for me some psychedelic affects happened when 't was smoked pure like these guys do. Walking into that room would get you high without even touching that pipe

oh, it's nice to walk, as this trek is magical the bounds of my body have disappeared. Also funny to observe the behavior of the companions, where they take up position in our little groupe and what roles they seem to take. All kinds of memories come back now, and Nungali grumbling about his backpack is more then funny, he is the one that gathered all that knowledge in this life, so now he has to carry it into his old days. It's so good to see how @mrpasserby takes care of @questionmark Being a young woman comes with it own set of dangers. It feels like he's taking care of me when I was younger. Looking back, one of the reasons I buried in that fort of analytical thinking was the memory of assault and rape lodged inside of my body. Among other things, walking the path means looking that demon in the eye and come to grips with it. Experiences like that are too horrid to behold, especially when there is no end in sight. I bow deeply to the granddad of Nungali, as he seemed to have transformed the dissociation experience that goes with the horrids he experienced in another, better way of leaving the body. Meanwhile I overheard something @ralis said about drug induced weird states. I can still smell and feel those small rolls of very potent Afghan stuff, also remember the talk about temple balls that were deemed to be even more potent. Smoking this sometimes resulted in "me" leaving body and hang around somewhere else in the room. Yet another kind of getting unstuck from the physical body. But yet different from the near death experience. How many ways are there? Life is just weird. ---- @Bindi noticed the danger to our beloved elder @C T so I looked back. Glad to tell you the old deity took care of him, he would guard our friend and keep the fire burning indefinitely. So when next we'll pass this spot we'll find him there, meditating as always, slightly more ethereal then before --- Earthgates are bot alluring and intimidating but we'll enter when our time is ripe. There are places on earth where we can find them. This is what the locals call a Fogou, the meaning of the word is unknown to me ( maybe it resides in Nunglis backpack?) underground you find a round chamber and, at least in the one I visited, the entrance is bended and out of the dark central chamber a very small hole that you can crawl through to the light is present. Even though it was part of a touristic setup, there was a palpable energy In the same region this portal is found, it's called Men an Tol, meaning simple " stone with hole" or is it hole in stone? hmm What is inner, what is outer It pulls you through, quite literally, even my former spouse crawled through. Sometimes I think the path of women is more daunting then that of men, but that of course, is a purely personal musing. Still, seeing how the fate of Eowyn enfolds, that's quite a demon she had to conquer and see how she stood up to the task. Thanks @old3bob for reminding us of this strength that lies dormant at the core of every woman amongst us. but, even though that strength is somewhere to be found in me, the body needs coddling and a soak in that bathtub of Nungali would be heavenly. After his deep dive @dwai is gonna need a bath too I think. Lets be grateful for Nungali as he carries that bath with him too. Ah, no wonder he's grumbling.

yes @Taomeow too, but it's her choice also @Brian

yes, thanks for clarifying that part

I did use psychedelics in my younger years, for a time, then I stopped. Acid and psilocybine. Much preferred the mushrooms above the chemical stuff. I do remember some interesting visions but now I think whatever happens to you in such a trip was there all along, never felt the urge to retry again. As to dangers, in my opinion they mostly reside in yourself. When there's ugly stuff hiding in you it can very well come out. Ugly surroundings can get into you when it gets overwhelming. I do not advise to try or not to try but when you do take care. Be careful with dose, safe place, preferable nature, healthy food, have fruits nearby for when you want them, stay well hydrated, safe person to take care of you should you need it. Someone who knows you well, feels safe for you and is experienced with the stuff you're taking.

oh thank you, now it suddenly makes sense to me.

that must be hard, to have problems communicating about the path you're walking. Whether that stems from languageproblems or something else. I have a hard time with the lingo that's getting used by the several people, but within a path it's useful. As it's sort of abbreviations for concepts. Concepts that are often hard or impossible to translate. It takes me quite a bit of thought and energy to write in English as it is not my mother language and being misunderstood happens easily. I did not understand your initial post about ethereal transmission, and therefore skipped over it. I feel something very friendly thinking of you, so hoping you will stay at out campfire a bit longer. @dwai said it beautifully

yes, Isis is good too, so many names name does not matter really this resonates deeply with me "To find friends on here with whom to walk, even for a brief while, is a joy and a support. We might disagree about a lot of things - but maybe that doesn't matter in the end." yes, that's why I am glad I returned

yes, appropiate, thansk for the reminder

yes, although the pic came from the internet, she's my sister in spirit, one day she'll knock on daobums door and we will let her in. It would be good when more females would come, female energies are needed. The youth and freshness of small kids is healing in itself, when you enter the place were a newborn is residing you can feel it. That light I was talking of. For them it's there. People tend to want to lay hands on the head of small kids, that way they can feel the stream of light, even when they're not aware of it. That fontanelle is still soft and wide open

thanks for posting this, but at least for me the links shows me an empty page ( which is a message in itself) The page you requested cannot be found. i think you meant this one? https://www.fengshuimall.com/feng-shui-forecast-2022

I trust you're not talking about me eh, shhhh

there are so many ways communication can and will go awry, digitally it's even worse then irl. It made me think of I can explain it to you but I cannot understand it for you. When you get no flow in communication it's just time to move on. (except when it's close relations or friends of course, then a deeper look into what's happening is warranted)

@Tibetan_Ice @cheya

yes, you can feel it in your bones. I've looked a bit in a possible Dutch explanation for the sixth and found there was an old farmers saying, something like: on the sixth of February, saint Amaan puts on his sowing habit. Which made me think of sowing spinach in February ( though not exactly on the sixth, sowing seeds has it's own needs) Inevitably that lead to some old geezer telling this weird woman that it was totally wrong and that it would come to nothing. In may I always had a veryy good crop of spinach, which just as inevitably lead to the question: how did you do that. Year after year they could not believe my way worked

rearranging her cloak, she looked at her companions meditative states in childhood, former lives, transformations, what's real ( real?...really?) is it valuable work, does it work, is it worthwhile....hmmmm, must have dozed off last I remember 't was about habits, those garments of monks, oh wait habits, as in old worn out paths leading nowhere It's all about balance eh, when is a path not 'working' and when to keep on going even though you do not see any 'tangible results'. Now that's where those meditative states in childhood can come in handy, I had a visceral feeling of agony posting that witch-dance. Once burned, twice shy. On the other hand, those monks live in their habits, for many years they repeat the same rituals, maybe even several lives too, habits are needed. The simple thing of lifting your foot and then setting it down is a habit eh... Especially when you're wearing a habit... Stretching herself and yawning, looking at some younger faces in the circle, aaah, to be young again. The vitality and liveliness, their optimism they will reach the goal they've set themselves. What goal, who set that goal, why should there be a goal. I want to be a great martial arts master, I want to do magic, I want to be the most compassionate person in the village, I want to get enlightened in this life, to get out of the wheel of reincarnation... err....this old earth is lovely my dear, you get to experience things that are unique to it, don't be hasty in your wanting to leave it forever. Yes, there's pain too and suffering, much suffering. so we need some goal oriented behavior to get us into these needed ( and often boring) habits of training and sitting (and for some, reading) but somewhere, somewhen the goal-oriented, habit-dependent 'me' dissolves ever more. It's like when the process has started it sustains itself. Like a big chunk of rock-sugar, once you've heated the water enough it will dissolve, but it does take time. Sometimes big chunks dissolve with the smallest stirring, then another long slow soak. One morning you wake up and change has happened again. And yes, that can all be wild imaginative fancy, but to me the difference with the imaginative state is clear when it happens. This of course is a purely personal take on things, it's this lived experience. through the lives, you tread some dead ends, you're getting to chase your tail for prolonged times, whether you're a cat or a snake. But is it 'wrong'? Every experience is worth its while and we have time enough, so many lives. Dissolving too fast has it's very own dangers, when you let the water cool that sugar will crystallize again. That might be a reason to go slow or do a bit of tailchasing. Often it is a very solitary path, it's so good to share a bit of it around the fire. now for tea and some food, another habit the body depends on.

for me it's always been the sixth of February, but do not know why, probably a remnant of my own upbringing. But it's a good reminder to try to get out of the wintermood. ( although, when one is shoveling snow one better keeps into that wintermood until the time is ripe) At the preschool of my son they melted the stumps of the Christmas-candles in the first week of February, made one big candle from it and lighting it. So to show that winter was coming to an end and spring activities would soon be back. I for one am looking forward to warmer weather and the first flowers.

I found it's harder to lose a loved one with whom you had a troubled relation, as you had with your dad, then with someone that you were err.. on an even keel with. A very old friend of mine once told me: 't was only after my dad died that I learned to love him, and that took a long time as there was much dross between us. The suddenness and you not having had contact with him during his departing period make it harder. That is something you sort of count on will happen, and then there's a nothing, a silence and you've to find out what now, how now. I do not need to tell you those things, you're wise enough to know it, but still One wants to say something and apart from everything, it hurts when your dad dies. ------ Hi strange little kid, I just added some female energy to the mix. lets get things going again, how about a witch dance to start the procedures. we're having a campfire anyways the group looked on wide eyed, jeez, the snake is with him

hey, that's my prerogative

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snakes are creepy by nature (except for those that know them)

yes, feels like she is. err.. in this picture the light is shared all around, when you imagine all that light coming down on Mary she'll be standing in a "beam me up Scotty" like stream, so big her physical contours will disappear in it. Also, when you look closely, that's not a smooth halo, you can see the rays of light coming from her head. But to be able to endure that amount of energy .... I had a small taste of it, a beam about 20 cm roared through my body like a storm, but hot and golden as sunlight. It consumed me. It came down through the crown and left my body through the solar plexus and the hands. Probably more points, but was not aware of that. After some weeks it petered out to a trickle and then very slowly went back to my normal. I worked in families with autistic teens and adolescents at the time, being a conduct for that light some miraculous changes/ balancing happened in those families. the flames are mentioned in the bible https://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/k/kjv/kjv-idx?type=DIV2&byte=4881088 1] And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place.[2] And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting.[3] And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. ---- Your pictures somehow remind me of Quan yin, goddess of compassion. ---- you shared something and your post with all the links makes a lot of things fall into place, it feels like a gift. so i will do some sharing too. As a small kid I always felt a soft golden light entering though the crown, when someone was hurt my heart became warm/open and I layed my small hands on. I do remember that the warmth in my breast then intensified, the light/energy started streaming/flowing and went right through me out of my small hands to heal others. like this Around 9 years old the constant awareness faded, but the healing still happened. I never talked about it, first as it was normal to me and later I became painfully aware that some of the things I said were laughed at by other kids, they teased me for being weird. So for several decades I just ignored all the strange things, the healing, the light, the knowing things that could not be known. Just dug myself in, in a fortress of the analytical mind. Around fifty suddenly the light really touched me as written above. Then the fortress crumbled down, have searched for someone to talk with and to teach me. Not surprisingly Sifu was found when I had given up the search. Some time after I came slithering into the Daobums. This post by Jetsun was very helpful too. Part of what @Jetsun says here, cursive is mine : I have done kum nye and some Tibetan lung practices and seen trul khor and Tummo and I think they are working on different aspects of energy than the descent of energy from above the head, what some Christians call the descent of the dove, that current is quite specific and isn't forced in any way rather it is just a matter of becoming aware of it and available to it. I don't think many Taoist practices are working in this way either as most of the ones I have found anyway like the Water Method which try work with the descent of energy do it in a forced way like it is the responsibility of the practitioner to make it happen and make the opening, whereas in reality is is an existing current already in place you just have to become aware of whats already going on, and you are more likely to become available to it through surrender than anything you try make happen through force, which is why I expect most of the Taoist practices around these days have probably been corrupted by ego. Memory of a standing meditation in the dojo, in the after talk each one of us told about things happening at the crown, some had a itchy or scratchy feeling, some experienced a flame on top of the head "like it says in the bible". So it seems that Sifu is aware of this energy and can incorporate it in his sessions when he feels the time is ripe or something like that.

chopped up many ways uh