And also, I see in my parents house, they keep these images of people carrying huge bags and black people suffering, and so much about slavery, and I find this also in rastafari, and in the bible as well, the quran and in mystic sufism there is mention of slavery, its the nature of these things that in them there is some mention of this, my question is why? do our parents want to enslave us and themselves? thats why that kind of thing, should be removed from the bible, its not important or inspiring, so I do that, and free these spirits, because if its written and people obsess over the book as divine and name their children after it and live it out, the spirit of what is written is bound to occur to some extent, and God and the divine in general, because the bible refers to all types of worship becomes associated with this, and bogged down inherently, in this fog which comes from a place of manipulation, and how does our spiritual practice enter this, through magic and the use of entities? when magicians begin trying to control others, this is where the problem comes, because how to do we know, inherently all of it is natural, but do we really deserve it? The violence and the sorrows, this we worship, because we go to the lowest point, perhaps, and these books were shamanic maps leading to those points because it was the lowest point of the divine, which some associate with the Shekinah which is in the most obvious sense the manifest world the earthy, sense of humaness, the energy which birthed words and resides round them, that magic, which is binding magic it causes much in the universal and so we are called, many beings, to this one book, it is a book, or are they alive, wise ancient beings, like the trees speaking, singing silently a spiritual, of koans, and non linear wisdom suddenly a sense comes to us from the animistic days, it lives for a time, through the healing through these documents and their offshoots brought together, and understanding, word and reality coexist as one, and it is true this was the goal of many over time and still is, though we bind, though we grasp, really they are just the thoughts, we come from a place within ourselves, a place that has no name, and to which a name is useless, it is from another kind of knowing, it appears, and grows, through some process of vibration to this world, this existence we are attracted to, this is the ultimate state of things and the truth right here... though it always changes all is equal, this is the constant battle between words and the way, will things cast off their shells, and just be, as they were in the beginning, is there a way back, or are we forever left here? is there meaning in what has arisen, or is this meaning just another habit from the conditioning of living within society, see the words are they truly are, and words in a greater sense, given each its proper respect and feeling the depth of its inherent being, regarded as actual birth, only then can harmony come it seems, they seem to exist, like the fae, tracers of our beings at the edge of reality, in wanti, which teleport to many places and grow us again, the words, are like the mushrooms, travelling through across the world, through space, travelling to soil and soil and oxygen, and paper and paper, and within the sight of many, and corresponding to their sounds, its magic based on natural vibrations, its a plant which has grown and is growing, its dreams in reality its the connection between existence and nonexistence, knowing and unknowing people lose themselves in words, become only words, become letters, nonsense, dots, between the feelings, and the harmonies, where do they come from, what do they mean, just feelings, just a way, just silence in ecstasy, silence, the nameless one there is no karma, no past no future, there is a way through, there is wanti things are growing coming together LOVE!
