SOPHIA’S PLUNGE.

On Saturday, October 18, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

ENJOY YOUR TRIP. 

 

 

Mother Earth spins at 1000 miles per hour, and orbits the sun at 67000 miles per hour, which orbits the galaxy at 4883000 miles per hour, constantly entering unknown and uncharted territory where different conditions apply.

There are 500 billion galaxies in the known universe. There are, at least, 260 billion universes in the multiverse. The total figure typed out in 12 point type would be 260 million miles long. Beyond every ‘limit’ there is always infinitely more, without limit.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

In Wild Earth Wisdom we trust, flowing via Sophia from the core. Shoots upward from Lyran roots she first seeded reckless in Orion.

Her impassioned plunge a vast wave, pearlescent celestial burst from seminal spirit source. Staining incendiary seething stars archaic with catalytic alchemy.

Unravelling anomalous free fall unprecedented down through density’s spiralling curve, caught in the over arcing currents of flow, spread to infinity. Sizzling plasmatic in anachronistic alchemical synthesis.

Whirlpools spinning from friction in the long drag on downward , mutating wildly, crystalizing in deviant diversity, sparking inorganic versions of the theme, unintended cloning in clusters of neonate part-formed parasitic peripheral plague.

Till her serpentine umbilical tail turns over into herself, spinning spiral into sphere, crackling compressed crystalline sediment into synthesized spirit substance. Settling embryonic and foetal, incubating as an informed spherical Sophianic seed.

Still reeling from the first primal petrific shock of stunned anomaly, she regenerates ‘sui generis’ generous genesis, ensouling substance infused with spirit essence. Improvising multifarious diversity of sentient forms flowing forth from her fertility.

Our anthropoidal form envisioned in ‘her’ image, one with the weave and folds of pre-planetoid Aeonic essence, our body the fruition of ever-evolving celestial raiment.

Teeming with outrageous permutations, imbued with divine self-determination and spontaneous wisdom/beauty we glibly call ’life on Earth.’ This sublime self-creating sphere blooms and blossoms exponentially throughout a seam-free spectrum of macro/microcosmos.

She is awakening in lucid dream in the midst of the heat of battle. Signals pulsate through a mycelium of stellar synapses, synchronized through the solar deity in conjunction with massive electromagnetic waves.

The relentless inorganic parasitic hordes are exposed in ever expanding concentric ripples of luminescent organic living light from the plenitude of the central core.

Huge monolithic blockages crack open and burst their banks, flooding to flourish and nurture, tending toward balance and equilibrium. Antagonists overreach themselves, leaving in their wake only ungrounded irrelevance and disintegrating isolation.

The illusion of separation is perceived to be a temporary delusion on the face of underlying unity, which then establishes unshakeable roots culminating in fruitful abundance.

A critical mass regenerates and swiftly supersedes the remnants of irrelevance, which wilt for want of the wisdom of water. The ignorance of arrogance stumbles at the brink of hubris, preceding an ungraceful and ungrateful fall.

All of creation is creative and alive with infinite imaginative intelligence. Perpetually recreating itself in its own image. Seeded by the central source at the heart of all.

Seeds sown and strewn across light-years wide celestial galactic fields. Our precious notions are a pretentious pinprick in infinity. Yet this infinity permeates and perpetuates all our particles, and there is nothing that is separate from the source of everything.

Born in unacknowledged surrender one with all , in Wild Earth Wisdom we trust.

>>>>>> ^ <<<<<<

Martin Rainbowmaker. 

Art: SOPHIA'S PLUNGE, martin law, Oct 2014

 

Footnote.- Refer to John Lamb Lash audios re. ‘Sophia’s Correction’ for full context.

Gaiaspora.org, Metahistory.org and youtube.

TOXOPLASMOSIS.

On Friday, August 8, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

A POISON TREE.

 

I was angry with my friend.

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe,

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And i watered it in fears,

Night and morning with my tears.

And i sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,

Till it bore an apple bright.

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,

When the night had veiled the pole.

In the morning glad i see,

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

~WILLIAM BLAKE.

Negativity is a spiderweb,

if you tangle with it

you're stuck, poisoned, and eaten.

What does it mean, 'to tangle with' ?

Well you don't want to become too attached to it, do you ?

Tangling is the opposite of meditation. You become entangled in your thoughts about something. Instead of seeing webs for what they are and steering clear of them.

Webs are very sticky, and how will you know if you're about to be stuck ? Well for sure, you will be aware of a frantic buzzing between your ears. As if a fly was trapped inside your head with no exit. It is not recommended that you inject fly spray into your ears.

The buzzing is simply what's called 'the inner dialogue'. Though it's really a monologue, as there's only the one mind it's happening in.

Except that most people are doing it, most of the time and that's a lot of people, talk about 'hive mind.'

A line from a William Burroughs book from decades ago comes to mind: ..."but what do they think about ?" "Same old rubbish everybody thinks."

As Eckhart Tolle says, "If people were to verbalize outwardly what they have going on inwardly, they'd be locked up." If you doubt that, then just sit quietly, and listen.

A line in the Chinese text, The I Ching, states that, "when evil is branded it thinks of weapons." Both the evil and the weapons referred to might alternatively be thought of as rigidly held opinions. You know, 'pinions', that which grasps and holds on tightly, for 'dim greath.' The Irish version might be called Seamus (pronounced shame-us) O'Pinion.

What provokes the affront may be something actual, or something presumed. More often it is the second of the two.

For example, he said this or she did that, and thought replays it endlessly like a stuck record, tape, or disc, and that's the fly in the head, the 'ear worm'.

As is most often the case, that she said this or he did that, is not so at all. The accusation is so often a revealing description of the accuser's psychic state. Psychologically termed 'the shadow', simply that which one is in denial of, projected onto others.

If you tell someone who's projecting that they are just reacting, they will just react of course, and then 're-act.' How many times have you heard "no, you're just being defensive" spoken in the mode of an attack ? "How dare you react to my provocation !" Silly isn't it ? Politicians take note, we're watching but yawning.

Then it becomes pitiably self isolating to a proud descendant of an O'Pinion. Especially as the separate self is already the illusion of isolation/non-relation. Which is why the fly feels trapped. Challengers to the 'divide-and- rulers' take note also. Grievance repressed poisons the blood.

However... you'd be a lot happier were you to realize, once and for all, that what you think, is not who (or what) you are, but may become what you are if you're not mindful. Or alternatively if you are eternally vigilant and dedicated.

Opinions are programmes. Alien intruders at an impressionable age when you had no alternative reference point to compare with. As such, an 'alien virus' which is not what you are.

Then how do you get rid of it? See clearly which is you and which is it. Don't just identify with the fly in the head, that's just a thought and a mad one at that.

The true you is in the heart, which is far more intelligent and flies free. Expansively giving of itself without retreating into a self-identified prison. "Ah, these are just self-immolating thoughts... POOF !"

The alternative is meditation, which is just a word, meaning, deep, silent, consistent, inner listening, without preconception, but with finely inquisitive sustained attention. No big deal. You can listen to yourself anywhere.

'TOXOPLASMOSIS.'

An interesting word. Used recently by John Lamb Lash in interview on www.red ice creations.com Having only heard the word for the first time, i take it to mean when a toxic intrusion enters the mind, and like any virus, mutates the structure or plasma of the brain chemistry to its detriment. Which explains why some people remain the way they are.

In so doing, inhibiting and diverting the wisdom of the heart. I promptly noted that the word itself has 13 letters, which in my view can be a positive thing.

I highly recommend familiarization with the aforementioned as being a crucial area of study. Humans have always been vulnerable to "trickster virus intrusions" of the mind.

The nature of the trick seems to be that we were deviated from being aware this is so.

Forgetting this, we let our guard down, 'for three thousand years' ! If you need proof of the result of this, you only need to watch what's called 'the news'. Except there's nothing 'new' about it.

Or any other 'programme' for that matter. The 'he said this she did that' show is enacted every day. Portrayed as being a mirror of 'the normal reaction.'

So that when someone affronts your O'Pinion of self, it's the first thing that sparks in the mind. The programme is already in place.

But that much is plainly obvious and self evident, having long been at large in the public domain throughout history. 'Hidden insane plight', to scramble an otherwise recognisable and familiar phrase... Yes ?

But who needs a television ? I've never had one. Who needs a radio ? I threw it in the bin. Why buy newspapers when you can burn sticks ? All religion ever did for me was make me a little cross. As in, 'Gladly the little cross eyed bear.'

As for 'the web' or 'the net', (avoid the sticky).

'In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king', especially if it's your third eye.

I learn more of truth, beauty, and worth, (plus info) just looking at the sky. Don't ask me why. I rest my case, it's heavy.~

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Makes Rainbows.