Responsible response

On Tue, Feb 25, 2014 at 3:09 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Thanks,

and correction. What i'm sharing IS directly relevant to anyone who will take a fraction of the 'time', discipline, discernment, and awareness it takes to put it together.

 

If anyone wants to misread it as "too forceful, or (Goddess forbid) "ego driven," or "listen to ME," they've missed the mark and are not paying full attention to what they're reading, the spirit in which it's written, or their own subjective response projected onto it.

Considering that, among a multitude of other uplifting subjects i'm drawing a reader's attention to what actually an 'ego' Is, (an afterthought perpetually becoming a premise. An unquestioned assumption.)

Not as if i just have some axe to grind. It's shared in a playful, non-intellectual manner in the spirit of art.

Besides, if someones house is on fire (which it is) you don't alert people with 'political correctness, do you?

Otherwise, isn't kindness self-evident?  And gentleness apparent and appreciated?  Should be obvious to anyone who's aware, there's 'no ego that might need defending' either.

I recommend anybody to study in depth the whole more than two years' work with an open mind to its diverse approaches and modes, and not form a 'conclusion' which, if it belongs anywhere at all, rightly belongs at the end and not at the outset previous to study.

I can't help what anybody may think and certainly can't tell anybody how they should be, which would be silly, silly ego.

But that's no reason to not be helpful. It's called mutual aid, which is a natural response of all creatures.

How else do you reach people anyway? Particularly the ones with 'a will to ignorance.' Caring and sharing in a climate of scepticism. Life naturally expresses itself (and doesn't need permission, i might add).

P.S. Have a listen to Carl Boudreau, astrology for 2014.

Good vibes~~~~ RBM.~

MAKERS AND GODS.

On Tue, January 21, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Why look up to enlightenment as if it was something other than what is present?

I mean, you can hardly be enlightened in the future.

Enlightenment, whatever else it may be, is surely, release from the mere idea of enlightenment. The end of all seeking. Which is subtly different from never having heard of it at all.

Who wants to be enlightened, and why?

That's the question to ask oneself.

People assume, 'existence implies a higher intelligence behind it.' When obviously existence itself 'is' higher intelligence. An infinite wholeness containing all possible intelligences, greater than the sum of its parts.

Though wholes don't have parts that's why they're whole.

What could be greater than 'everything which does everything'? What could be outside of everything, when everything, being everywhere has no outside? Having no outside where would 'a maker' be?

SPEAKING OF CREATION....

I might say, it's all nature and art, in its widest sense. I find that more relevant than 'having a religion,' and no less real or spiritual.

My epiphanies are creative, inspired, and revelatory. It's about wisdom, beauty and naturalness. Infinite creation is itself the self-creator of itself, it is creation itself. Why would it need a maker?

Making things is a dualistic human concept.

Though you may pray to a creator you've never seen but only heard about and neglect creation itself, your own included, and if you think inspiration is 'selfish', then you must think you are something apart from all that is.

Dualistic perception, while useful, also serves to snare you into subservience to illusion.

Pretence of humility keeps you there. That's not humble, that's camouflaged self righteous importance.

Either you're what everything is, 'alive,' or in need of saving from imagined insularity. If you are, 'saved', then why do you still need a peg to hang it on? Like, 'thank you for making me feel self important'?

Why worship what you can't see and ignore what you can see, as being of lesser importance? When it's what supports and nurtures you.

Creation is something to share with all creation. How could it come from somewhere else when you are it? Your 'doing it' is what IT does.

Why even call 'it' that when it is beyond all classification? Names are distinctions of so called parts within the whole. Wholes don't have parts and are therefore unnameable.

It's tragically self evident everywhere, that people who look up to 'something else' don't look down at what they've done.

SACRED HOLOGRAPHIC FRACTALS.

There is currently a lot of conjecture about the biosphere, our earthly habitat, being a hologram. That's for people who live predominantly in the context of the technosphere and don't discern the difference.

Since the only holograms we know of are manmade ones, we make the unfounded jump to assuming that if reality is a hologram then it must be an artificial one.

This is not a self consistent assumption to make. In fact it could easily be a very dangerous one.

Humans are able to make small holograms artificially. We are children of the Earth, which births and nurtures us, complete with our innate intelligence. Then wouldn't it be consistent to allow, that the all inclusive higher intelligence of the Earth, would naturally manifest a superior multi-sensory hologram for us to inhabit?

One that is anything but artificial, and is in fact natural, organic, intelligent and sacred.

Ourselves being integral within that, would naturally produce similitudes with whatever means we may discover. Being a micro-fractal of the larger pattern.

Rather than to presume reality to be an artificially constructed prison matrix made by alien reptilian overlords. More like they just messed with our perception of it.

As everything about our natural habitat is undeniably divinely self intelligent and seamless, i propose to regard it as being,

' A SELF-LUMINOUS LIVING AURA OF SACRED MULTI-DIMENSIONAL POSSIBILITY.'

An intra-active integrated veil or membrane of Earth's true essence. Definitely not an artificial matrix to be messed with as we are continually doing. Lao Tzu also stated as much in even simpler terms. ' Earth is a sacred vessell not to be messed with.'

A GENTLER WORLD.

How about a gentler world? Stop frightening all the animals ! Us included. All the other creatures have more common sense in common and are more sensitive. They have better senses. They see and hear and feel what we only pretend to, and without technological crutches. We are trained to be blind, deaf, and arrogant.

Evolution is not about more and better crutches. That's called devolution. That's the mechanical snare put in place by those who've lost touch with their senses. Who worship a world ordained by the highest profits, ( pun lethally intended).

But do, at least, imagine a gentler world. That way you embody it, express it, attract it , and create it.

Even better, becoming adept at imagining and desiring a gentler world, allow one to manifest by coming from an inner source of gentleness.

Thereby being the equivalent energy match for 'outer experience' to be the direct reflection of.

As like resonates with like, as within so without.

Rather than the reverse, both ways being exponentially self -perpetuating. Simply stated, 'outer circumstance and experience is a direct reflection of the equivalent energy match within.'

Otherwise you're still just backing the "survival of the fittest". An assumption which takes only competition for granted, without even considering co-operation and mutual aid.

A gentler world is one where fight or flight is not the only assumed option. The latter, being a condition which shuts down the immune system anyway. Resulting in nobody being fit for anything. Least of all, co-operating, which is the best and only way to survive with community intact.

Free will insures that we are collectively free to ignore our innate intuition, take leave of our senses, and allow others to do likewise.

Thereby going collectively mad and abusing our life support, and so, being free, we did.

SOUND SOLUTION.

As they say, "we fouled our nest"! Not being gratefully content to simply nest our fowl.

 

But that can't be the end of the story. Since (admit it) we're not actually conscious of it having a beginning that we're aware of, and nothing can be only half infinite.

There is a better note to sound off on, and one that is not only sound but SOUND ITSELF.

I'm no scientist, but, i do have ears to hear, and with ears, hearing is already a reality.

What i hear sounds sound enough.

Instead of focussing on demise and doom, being itself a literal affirmation of what we least want. I hear sound sense can save us,

(if you want to talk about being saved for later), and thy free will be done on Earth.

Sound vibrations being the 'stuff' of what the multiverse is actually ( i won't say 'made of'),

certain sound people, who are actually self taught independent scientists, are actually right now using sound to re-harmonize the toxic mess we've allowed to be.

This with regard to oil slick, radiation leak, airborne heavy metal poison, and presumably radiological smog. The many indications of how much we love and care for our habitat.

For example, google and research JOHN HUTCHISON, a sound man, on youtube, and

'hutchisoneffect.org' See his work in action healing the waters of the Gulf of Mexico. He's not alone of course. Expect the rise of teeming antibodies in the human organism.

Then there is MASARU EMOTO, also demonstrating the true power of sound, healing the molecules of water and of whole lakes by the intent and use of the human voice.

Sound can levitate heavy objects, since solidity is a matter of density of vibration and vibration can be modified. But "when the wrong man uses the right means, the right means work in the wrong way." (and vise versa). Ancient Chinese wisdom.*

Where there's free will there's a way. You know, "danger equals opportunity". Imagination changes reality. What you focus on, you attract by like resonance. Matching energies unite and amplify.

"Without vision the people perish."

IMAGINE A GENTLER WORLD. There's the perfect use of desire.

GOOD VIBRATIONS )))))))))))))

~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~

RBM~

Artworks:

'unfinished figure'- SOPHIANIC SEED


Celestial Rose, martin law, February 2007
Crystal of Love, martin law, May 2008
Light of Spirit, martin law, October 2006

NO WORDS FOR TAO.

On Fri, December 13, 2013, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

'If you want the truth, just be honest.'

Artistically, i like to express what's currently emerging in consciousness. Especially when i'm aware of having nurtured its gestation within for quite a while.

That's a helpful tip for when you don't know what to create. But then, why would you express anything other than that?

I just now completed my painting called QUEST IN THE WET. One of many images from a four hour ramble in the rain which bandjaxed my new camera.

I'm self prompted to share what's in the picture from a subjective point of view, which of course was the motivation for painting it.

It's a worn out cliche that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder." How would you know where it was? It depends on what aspect of beauty you're referring to. Otherwise it's just a matter of opinion, as everybody sees their own subjective orientation.

Talking of the Orient, Chinese traditional artists understood this better than most. Because there was a spiritual yardstick to measure excellence.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then the Tao, an aesthetic intuition which is beyond description and can only be discerned through feeling, is in 'the eye of the heart.'

It's in the nature and essence of such non-things that, any description is only a signpost, whereas showing, is sharing.

Perceptions are diverse but essence is universal, being intrinsic throughout all natures.

Nature and naturalness is an indispensable key. Naturalness being the exact way nature does what it does, naturally. Human nature being in no degree separate from all else.

Except that human nature is seemingly the only aspect of it that is able to lose the plot of what exactly is natural, with naturally disastrous consequences.

The glitch is in thinking. When you think about how to be natural on purpose you've already deviated from nature, or so it seems. While if you had never thought about it at all you may well be deviant none the less.

It's not something you can do. Any more than you can just decide to become enlightened, as if it were something other than what is. But it can be discovered when you're not trying to be purposeful on purpose, which is just faking what you already are.

That's why creative art is important, as an area where you can discover or inadvertently uncover the nature of naturalness, which is only natural after all. Though the same applies to any activity.

So to improvise a few random artistic signposts... Look into nature not just 'the view', that's only everything relative to you.

Tao, as the art in nature, is not just careful and not just random. It's both, and neither, but always 'organic', as it flows flawlessly, artlessly, according to its nature. The beauty we sense in nature is that genuineness can't be faked, flawlessness can't be improved on and why would you want it to be?

Anything, when regarded as it is, in it's own unique distinctive character has intrinsic magic. Mundane manifest mystery and meaning which refers to nothing but itself in its just-so-ness.

We distract our attention from 'qualities of perception' when we focus solely on the practical significance something has for us.

Blurring the shades of meaning discerned through feeling, calling them irrelevant sensations.

We are habitually accustomed to dealing with things man-made and converting what just grows that way into useful artifacts. True 'materialism' respects the unique nature and process of natural material.

The Chinese word 'Li' refers to flow pattern such as the grain in wood. Similarly, in Japan, a Haiku poem is likened to a whorl or knot in the grain, a 'concentration of language.'

The hand with a brush for a mind dances, tuning in, follows the weave of invisible blueprints. Every nuance speaks shades of meaning. Random rightness startles formless mind into neural pathways synonymous with fractal networks of branch twigged foliage.

Even rocks are alive and hum in uncalculated tones of resonance.

Grey crag rock wrinkle grained. Stern root grasp fibres form and flourish. Fields fall fallow or farmed, clay clod crusts fertile and furrowed.

Exponential wiggles inscribe elemental rhythms everywhere and no matter where they fall, nothing is ever out of place. Serpentine spiralling swirls on slow river's surface.

Ripples fluently never make mistakes, true to the nature of water, always find the most conducive way down. The Tao is 'the watercourse way.'

There is a weave which flows through all things and happenings, greater than the things themselves. Being in itself nothing in particular but just the way of things.

Many words are used to distinguish 'things' one from another, by virtue of one another, but the all inclusive way itself is therefore ever beyond all such classification.

The way is that from which it is impossible to deviate.~

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Rainbowmaker.

Artwork:
        Like A Tapestry, martin law, Dec 2013
                 Quest In The Wet, martin law, Dec 2013
                        Druidic Shrine, martin law, Jan 2014 

VOID OF THE WILD.

On Tuesday, Nov 5, 2013, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

What's this about Earth being a school?

Not content with having to transcend ever greater and yet greatest of possible impending threats of planetary loss and disappointment, and still sustain not just a sense of wonder and gratitude, but also remain totally unfazed and neutral !

Wouldn't you think that, as a divine soul embodied, i would have designed something a bit more creatively inspiring ?

However, if i'm to totally infuse the so-called inert with spirit, then, on with the business of plumbing the depths of the ordinary. Never mind the inevitable global distractions.

School indeed ! Not as if i'm that dense.

Talking of the Earth and things earthly, and scanning the terrain from multiple viewpoints,

you would wonder at the consensus assumption with regard to the sense of sacred.

Or are we just spiritual tourists, trying to get from A to B and still not incur a deficit on the way ?

Take a litmus test of the awareness level of collective consciousness. A glance at any local newspaper will give the impression we're a race of retarded hobbits on prozac, unless you happen to be one.

Do a random Google search, 'wild places in Ireland.' If that doesn't deliver some lame irrelevant reference to a drink soaked hooley in a Dublin pub, then you're sure to get a few pages of sites advertising scenic coach tours to hotels, proudly situated in what they quaintly call 'beauty spots', forever 'boasting' (never could get that one) 'amenities' whatever that means.

Such as, golf links, nature trails, fishing, pony trecking, trap rides, bike rallies, best beer and local hospitality, kitsch fake tradition, woollen sweaters, leprechaun garden gnomes, tea towel house blessings, dirt bikes on muddy forest trails,etc. Everything including nappies (diapers) if the luck is with you and all but big daddy's hand to hold in the dark.

I mean, that's really wild. Just far enough into the wild to say you've been there and bought a few postcards.

While this is a sweeping but harmless parody of what is considered normal, it's just the use of barely exaggerated generalizations to illustrate a point. Wry wit in the absence of malicious intent.

A random expression of what i mean by being

'void of the wild'. A 13 letter combination of trigger words having evocative resonance. Somewhat in the sense of W.B.Yeats' "Come away to the waters and the wild, for the world's too full of weeping."

The use of 'wild' in this case is naturally elusive to define definitively. In a general sense it equates to, naturalness, all which isn't tamed and domesticated. Instinctiveness, spontaneity, intuition, alertness, presence, physical groundedness, resourcefulness, non-duality, bonded with nature, and innate potential as a whole.

All this, simply to draw attention to the point that, characteristically we don't embody these traits anywhere near as fluently as other creatures do. Or even as well as previous more nature based cultures did.

Except, now, there is a complex urgency to the emergency of our increasing vulnerability to the unseen. Just because we've domesticated other creatures and underestimated their faculties of feeling, we shouldn't be so surprised to discover that we are subject to a similar but more surreptitious process, which we are.

Other creatures 'know', in the best sense of the word, when imminent disaster is pending.

Whereas, we depend so much on technology to discern. A technology which most are unaware of which is mostly used against us with obvious intent. Most creatures know instinctively if they're in a conflict situation. Domesticated humans are a little different. Usually having to find time to read about it for a few years.

That being so, for simplicity's sake, i might suggest just take ten or fifteen minutes on the computer and examine the right hand menu of

'exopolitics.com.' I think even an ostrich would, if it needed a computer that is.

Despite our huge latent potential, we are mostly and vulnerably void of the wild within and around us as being one and the same.

To put it bluntly, our self-domesticating culture, originally a survival skill, has become a norm of dependence on the system which most overtly threatens our survival.

To be so unaware of the nature of what we are so unaware of, is, by contrast with for example, a fox, who knows with one sniff if there is a human within a mile radius. Or a crow, who is instantly alert to your intent, a vulnerability equivalent to lambs to the slaughter.

Void of the wild within we void the world without. Regarding anything wild as being antagonistic to what we presume we are.

That can be a tragic mistake to make, and it's called duality.

The once bonded tribe, attuned to place, expanded to become 'the only game in town', constraining captive participants in illusory separation.

The preoccupation being fear of loss, of food and shelter. Used as coercion to maintain the illusion of social cohesion.

Whereas our wild within also equates to our finer faculty of mystically perceiving the so-called outer environment, each being a reflection of the other.

For brief historical periods we assumed we are civilized. That's just the trouble. The exponential uptick of self-genocide shows that to be so.

As Terrence McKenna said so poignantly, "We did it wrong." We also did ourselves a grave wrong. Including our constant companions with other than one pair of legs, some with wings, some with fins, some with leaves.

They say, nature avoids a void. Let's not be void of the wild. Lest we become just null and void.~

~~~ Martin Deanthoir na tuar ceatha.



 

Photoshoot:
          VOID OF THE WILD, martin law

QUEST IN THE WET.

On Wednesday, November 13, 2013, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote: 

Been a while since i walked in the woods, until recently. No need to prefix that with 'it's'. The word 'it',is a linguistic phantom, totally superfluous.

Show me the 'it', in, 'it is raining'. There isn't one. Nothing but rain. All afternoon.

There are no words for any of this. Which is why i needed some good photos to illustrate the words i haven't written yet. A short bus ride to the nearest woodland. I'm always glad to get off a bus.

Walk a winding trail along the river under tall oaks. The river swollen and swift, swirling in shallows. Brown leaves on the dark current.

Rain falling into rain.

I could stay content by the glowing fire, but i needed to walk away from infrastructure. The leaves are turning into antique harmonies and clustering in gutters and hollows.

So it's a quest in the wet. More than just a walk in a forest park. Crossing over dark, soaked wooden bridges. Footfalls on a forest path toward the big meadow, and beyond.

It's best to forget where you think you are, and mindful enough not to think about it. Walking at leisure moment by moment. There is only this moment and it's always here, with nowhere else to be.

The real wonder is, walking on the earth. While the planet spins a thousand miles per hour on it's axis. Orbits at sixty-seven thousand miles per hour round the sun. 4.883000 miles per hour round the galactic centre.

Even as i pause and stand in soft Munster rain, we are hurtling into uncharted space.

Here i branch off and hop a beech leaf bedded rivulet, wrinkled with concentric ripple droplets. Meander with stealth the mulch cushioned incline. With gripless shoes where brittle sticks crack.

Black tree trunks, wet and moss clad tower in tiers to the canopy above. Cascading in yellowing vivid sprays. Slender branches lightly shudder letting small drops fall.

Into the thicket on the summit of a rise, my intended destination, falls sheer down to oak gnarled gully below. Overhung with misty drizzle like a serene Sung Dynasty scroll.

Richness underfoot, and how to step without a twig crack ? Where rain drips down perpetual into moss, patters leaves and vivid fungal growth pristine and undisturbed. Pointilist patterns of soft sound in an even absence of birdsong.

Immersed without need to think, but look and listen in visible rain, embedded in organic weave of wild self seeding fertility in perpetuity. Ripe red scatterings, holly berries festive among laced moss tufts and detritus, each in its perfect place.

All this leaf fall is a beech brown carpet of ferment and mulch. Steadies my steps to squelch lest i slip descending. Go down sideways step by step crablike lacking better grips without grasping for rotted stumps that snap or crumble.

But got lots of shots, forty two in total. Lifetime of crap cameras and questing in vain.

Now, most all i click turns to gold and original vision sustains enhanced.

On a copper bronze strewn pitted path passing by a small wrinkling grey lake fringed with crusted pine. Outcrop islands overgrown by burgeoning birch and conifer saplings, thick auburn bracken strands and grass bowed down

colours enriched by rain.

A heron. Grey, erect and motionless, rainproof on a rock at the lake's edge. Just out of range of my zoom.

I just watch. Both silent, both aware in our own peculiar way.

But what an ancient glimpse. Grey heron in rain with lakeside pine. Primal. The Tao. There are no words for all this.

Till the wet evening darkens, and drifting mist turns distant peaks to grey phantoms.

Home to the hearth, to eat and dry by heat of fire.

Some days later, a neighbour remarked, "Twas shocking weather we had on Sunday."

"Mmm," i mused, "Well i enjoyed it."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Rainbowmaker~

Photoshoot:
          QUEST IN THE WET, martin law

A RAINBOW GLOBE.

On Saturday, Oct 26, 2013, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

'Spirits don't age, they just shapeshift.'

When i was a kid in some other facet of the dream hologram of memory, there was a dark cubbyhole at the top of the stairs, referred to as 'the box room.'

Typically, a repository for boxes of stuff. Last year and the-year-before-thats' faded christmas decorations and everything that you'd rather not think about.

I don't recall there being a light in there, you had to switch on the landing light to retrieve anything.

A dark place full of rarely if ever to be unearthed treasures, otherwise forgotten but not gone, rather like 'junk DNA'.

A cool place for a kid to hide, call it the subconscious.

Two items stand out in that facet of memory.

One, a heavy stack of bound newsprint periodical volumes of 'The War Illustrated.'

With grainy black and white, mostly grey, photos of the progress of Adolf Hitler's exploits and ongoing repercussions. Lots of smoke, shiny helmets, gun turrets, tanks, stiff legs and stiff arm salutes, rows of linked armed women in headscarves, and page after page of spectral grey dismal ruined buildings.

Suitable fodder for childhood nightmares.

On the other hand, fortuitously as if by design, a stack of flimsy periodicals from before the age of glossy paper, called, 'Peoples Of All Nations.'-'Illustrated.'

I should say,'profusely illustrated.' Mostly faded grey like the text but interspersed with somewhat gaudy full page colour photos featuring indigenous people of all nations in their traditional dress.

Fascinatingly bizarre and exotic for a child's imagination. Place names you don't hear of like Siam and Arabia and all these globally diverse peoples seemingly happily ensconced in their equally exotic habitats.

Obviously by hindsight a magical synchronistic ingredient, provided for my formative artistic incarnational blueprint.

Meanwhile, back here in the eternal present continuum 2013 with the relative benefit of maturity.

A world ostensibly still run by lurid grey newsprint tyrants with less empathy than a psychopath and no more qualified to run a world than run a hot bath without a disasterous bloody overspill.

The less said about the obvious the better since minions are legion and more than half of them don't wear traditional dress.

On the other hand, and of the only 'real' priority and significance, WHAT ABOUT THE PEOPLE OF THE EARTH ?!

The Earth people, ( i don't know where the others come from. Mars, Saturn, Nibiru perhaps?)

The Rainbow Nations of the rainbow globe.

That's most of us, we're all intrinsically still indigenous to somewhere if only dormantly, underneath the flimsy grey newsprint facade of coerced monoculture.

Imagine, i mean 'really' imagine, a totally thriving, vibrant, harmoniously blended rainbow globe in all its true diversity and colour. If the only thing kids were encouraged to do in 'school' was to express that, creatively, as a foundation, the enthusiasm to explore further by themselves would be a positive voyage of discovery.

I know from my sanctum sanctorum subconscious-made-conscious-because-innate on landing that this is how we're designed to be. The more said, the better, about the obvious when it concerns our true colours.

If colours of the rainbow fought among themselves for the pot of gold you'd have the muddy mess we've got today.

If they all hid their true colours we'd be left in a world of nothing but grey.

Life thrives in harmonious diversity. While monoculture is totally wiped out by a single alien virus.

As for the 'mono-men', by definition they're always invaders. Armed with stealth, deceit, thin ended wedges, and equivocal hypocrisy.

But no emperor ever wore decent clothes you couldn't easily see through. I mean, 'suits'!

They stand out by their intended anonymity. A thoroughly transparent disguise.

If you homogenize a spectrum you're left with nothing but a spectre. With no possibility of harmony. Uniforms are for people who insist on uniformity.

Having said that, i took a break and went out to look at the stars. For each and any aimed glance up into the dark void of the cosmos of night, there are infinite endless unimaginable worlds each behind the other in a straight line without end forever. Regardless of distance which is relative, in infinity how could it be otherwise.

Yet am in awe of wonder to rise and recline embedded among such finely balanced fertile bloom on the face of this orb or semi-oceanic sphere, for all her ironic elemental density so blighted with seeming cruel pathos and needless ungracious drama.

To be natively awake to such immensity is not to be diminished to a microcosm of zero point insignificance alone, but simultaneously blended and bathed in all inclusive participation as one with the dance of golden dust particles held and illumined timelessly in a vast bright vaulted beam through all eternity,

forever voyaging and returning home.~

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Rainbowmaker~

Photos: Rainbow Globe, martin law

A Nappy You Hear.

On Mon, Dec 30, 2013 at 2:45 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Hi all,

i'm in Toby's, been doing that to keep up. Second trip into town today.  All pooter shops were closed at first, till 5th and 8th January. . . . .

The computer hard and software over at MOP, aka Rainbowmaker had severe technical problems, after a good deal of repairing we are now all back on track and functioning again. . . 

More of this story to come. . .

THE PAGAN WORLD.

On Sun, Jan 19, 2014 at 2:22 AM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Positive message, Vibes))))))))

just a quickie to say computer is functioning fine since your advice of smacking its bottom. Keeping it standing on its side. . . .

Photo: Mootech doing his thing