I had a spastic moment of laughing to myself when you mentioned how you were in your own reality on the beach. For some reason I couldn't help but think of the Mighty Morphin(e) Power Rangers lol. Traversing realities to unite and create a Megazord as if you're Jet Li from "The One" traversing dimensions and killing his parallel selves growing stronger with each one he defeats.
I met Maria Orsic at the foot of Saint Michael's Taur, at Glastonbury in 2012. She came up to me, while my wife & me were taking a stroll to the side of the very sacred ancient tumulus, on the country dirt road, to the left of the Hill. She looked me straight in the eyes and asked "Do you know the path to Saint Michael's?" I thought to myself, what an awfully odd question; "But the passage is just there to your right, thru the lower bushes." She smiled. She must have been in that electronic bottle! And believe me she didn't have a face that could be found in any night club. She wasn't shallow. Nor fickle. She was PUR. That sort of Person doesn't go to those places. She's a VESTAL. A Holy VESSEL. Noli me tangere.
...been followed for a long time. Since before meeting Canseliet on the left bank in 1982, in Paris; 6 months after his alleged death. I guess Eugène Canseliet knew how to bottle himself up ?! He gave me a book.
The Writer Bernanos, I met in an Apple Orchard, in 84, 85. In Montolieu, near Carcassonne. 16 kilometers away. That year half the village was frozen. In my bedroom, it was less 15 degrees centigrade. I was cutting apple trees for fire wood, with a simple old trimming saw. He came up to me. He was majestic. With dark grey suit and dark brown over coat & silver lapels; the Class. A noble demeanor. Like a beau gangster. He asked for apples. I said it wasn't my property. That the "Little Versaille" was for sale. That there was no one there. Went and looked. Found a bag. Found some apples. ...he was happy. He'd been supposedly dead since 1948!!!
On the Bifrost Bridge, we can meet our own kind. But you have to have a mind that has no fore thought; they decide when to come and where to meet. There are no appointments. The priority is INNOCENCE. The Rule is Honest Conduct. Nosce te ipsum.
LOST: Jacob gives a bottle to his brother, it is not a representation of Man in black as Yt title says, and the meaning of the bottle is more than obvious, it is not full...He is the
current keeper of the Lightouse-House of light... Lighthouse signals tell ships on the Sea to avoid the shores or how and where to make the approach.
They are "Lost" on the Island....wink, wink...after the plane crash...with an assembled consortium of minds I highly recommend that you take a peak(TWIN-PEeK-s) into this show...
Revelations-disclosure-Twin Peaks for the LOST at SEA...
peek through
1. To peer, glimpse, or glance through (something) quickly, shyly, or inconspicuously.
Maybe I should write about this, but I rather read you, fine people, I always prefer to read somebody else, than me...
Like David Bowie, "Sting" is always there but he is more in the shadow not as exposed as David Bowie.
My observation? These wave maden`s are phisical manifestations of the wave function which is the Spirit of the creation.
Jung said it best that these magical women are not nor ever will be wives. Real physical women are to be wives to live in peace and harmony with.
These women are part of the creation proving beyond our 5 senses that the world is a frequency and not seen by those 5 senses yet that world is more powerful than the world seen.
The black goo? It's here for a reason to force a choice.
The Church refers to it as original Sin.
Every heart on this planet will be given a choice to accept the goo or to live by Spirit!
Spirit is true its like a wave on an open boat and to live by that Spirit is to ride that wave in that boat to where it carries you.
Spirit is like a great Ark or a man leading a people across a great body of water in the belly of the wave or at the waves bottom crossing on dry land.
Said this as he walked on water on top of the wave
I had a spastic moment of laughing to myself when you mentioned how you were in your own reality on the beach. For some reason I couldn't help but think of the Mighty Morphin(e) Power Rangers lol. Traversing realities to unite and create a Megazord as if you're Jet Li from "The One" traversing dimensions and killing his parallel selves growing stronger with each one he defeats.
I met Maria Orsic at the foot of Saint Michael's Taur, at Glastonbury in 2012. She came up to me, while my wife & me were taking a stroll to the side of the very sacred ancient tumulus, on the country dirt road, to the left of the Hill. She looked me straight in the eyes and asked "Do you know the path to Saint Michael's?" I thought to myself, what an awfully odd question; "But the passage is just there to your right, thru the lower bushes." She smiled. She must have been in that electronic bottle! And believe me she didn't have a face that could be found in any night club. She wasn't shallow. Nor fickle. She was PUR. That sort of Person doesn't go to those places. She's a VESTAL. A Holy VESSEL. Noli me tangere.
...been followed for a long time. Since before meeting Canseliet on the left bank in 1982, in Paris; 6 months after his alleged death. I guess Eugène Canseliet knew how to bottle himself up ?! He gave me a book.
The Writer Bernanos, I met in an Apple Orchard, in 84, 85. In Montolieu, near Carcassonne. 16 kilometers away. That year half the village was frozen. In my bedroom, it was less 15 degrees centigrade. I was cutting apple trees for fire wood, with a simple old trimming saw. He came up to me. He was majestic. With dark grey suit and dark brown over coat & silver lapels; the Class. A noble demeanor. Like a beau gangster. He asked for apples. I said it wasn't my property. That the "Little Versaille" was for sale. That there was no one there. Went and looked. Found a bag. Found some apples. ...he was happy. He'd been supposedly dead since 1948!!!
On the Bifrost Bridge, we can meet our own kind. But you have to have a mind that has no fore thought; they decide when to come and where to meet. There are no appointments. The priority is INNOCENCE. The Rule is Honest Conduct. Nosce te ipsum.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nhklJd_SK0
LOST: Jacob gives a bottle to his brother, it is not a representation of Man in black as Yt title says, and the meaning of the bottle is more than obvious, it is not full...He is the
current keeper of the Lightouse-House of light... Lighthouse signals tell ships on the Sea to avoid the shores or how and where to make the approach.
They are "Lost" on the Island....wink, wink...after the plane crash...with an assembled consortium of minds I highly recommend that you take a peak(TWIN-PEeK-s) into this show...
Revelations-disclosure-Twin Peaks for the LOST at SEA...
peek through
1. To peer, glimpse, or glance through (something) quickly, shyly, or inconspicuously.
Maybe I should write about this, but I rather read you, fine people, I always prefer to read somebody else, than me...
Like David Bowie, "Sting" is always there but he is more in the shadow not as exposed as David Bowie.
Message in the bottle-Sting
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
With no one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep us together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Don't believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
My observation? These wave maden`s are phisical manifestations of the wave function which is the Spirit of the creation.
Jung said it best that these magical women are not nor ever will be wives. Real physical women are to be wives to live in peace and harmony with.
These women are part of the creation proving beyond our 5 senses that the world is a frequency and not seen by those 5 senses yet that world is more powerful than the world seen.
The black goo? It's here for a reason to force a choice.
The Church refers to it as original Sin.
Every heart on this planet will be given a choice to accept the goo or to live by Spirit!
Spirit is true its like a wave on an open boat and to live by that Spirit is to ride that wave in that boat to where it carries you.
Spirit is like a great Ark or a man leading a people across a great body of water in the belly of the wave or at the waves bottom crossing on dry land.
Said this as he walked on water on top of the wave
Follow me
A fine example of that Spirit led life
Classic Jack Heart.
BTW, Jack check your email for my latest piece.
MK
Ok, did so. Let me know if it made it there.
MK