TIME travel is a Matter of Consciousness

As I reparly through the day, found myself reformulating and rethinking, not because I dont know what to think but because the language is lacking. I have to learn and input the new language and use it! how else are all the objective details of modern physics going to sink in? I have crainial brainial cell microtubules that demonstrate that consciousness is non local. "Available everywhere in time and space," says Pen Rose .

I dedicate this to the Unity Self, the One body of Christ, the Buddha and the Dharmakays, the time space Now and the inner collective and the future collective. i dedicate this to myself, lying on a beach in Puerta Cogitanta and with my DHNA beside me, rubbing her toes as he would say, in a post quantum physics way.

And then there's these pesky nodal points! Bless them. And the Dna "core Kor Cor!" gateways of pure consciousness. Demonstrated today via Sheffield university and Max Planck. I rededicate the ineffable Self molecule and the atom of sea that I am to the collective of Dec 21 1998. I dedicate the results, the aformentioned hyper nodes and conjunctions of infinite infinite wavelengths to that purpose seen above.

FRACTAL-TEMPORAL LOGISTIC-ZX-MATRIX

the calorific overtures of railways ways and departments
eludiated the efferfreshness in the gills i brought shining
lamplight to a mars bar and awumarth feeling as I gravitated
to the hypercube, fifth floor white goddess kwan yin brought
smile fondness as sea swept waverivulets bottomed out on the earth floor of fondness screming diamongers and futuristicimozo gambulatariarias for drawstrings that once pulled tighter imploded out into love fractals ah jenniferr ah jemima ah ariel ah scottish lassie in red kilt on high chair once said and smiling returned from the office shit scared and brow beaten by her opporessors, dilinguisticated I was then homeward feet to sea again as shopping trolleys were filled with christian lights.

knickers off in trafalgar aquare

our walls and our entrail wreak of love. Distinctive personages stood in line with mere elf mortals and vanquished our fear of them by displaying humanlike foibles. The dresses flew up to the top flag pole and men burned decent sized reefers in the gm lorry of a New Jamaica. From there, rain fell, and we grabbed the chance to praise our nakedness and blew the top of the house that night. It was amazement. Amazement that Uranus had predicted and proved the quickening is health and must happen. QUIXOTIC as Aquarius was in Neptune, the memories of sea swathing our hips as we dove like dolphins into. She and I made sound yawp together off balconies. Lord of All glammed it up into the couch for his missus brought tea round for the Big Screen. Plebs shed beds and tv’s were all thrown out. The carcasses of technology everywhere laden by the bins. Orange neon happenstance and yellow juiced wine gums made us lick our lips for all that eclipsing, something did shut down, perhaps a Virgoan tendency for perfection is a good thing, wondered Ben Elfin out olud from the balcony

sex, summer in the uk trotters

It slipped shoed round at the speed of light, yet stuck in a chair was I. the elfin marvelous directed the seamstresses and the world shook with joy. Beijing has finally closed out the games. It was a good one, by all accounts clear air and notwithstanding a few questions about underaged and armpithairless teens on the pole bar, all went well. Now the banners come WEST. And so, tree root and sapling rises prepares for a future. I have now accepted a role in all of this. Some aspects have frightened me; even after 4teen years, I still quake when on the precipice of the New. And yet sometimes, its not the new that makes me shake, it’s the implications of the revelations; the significance and power of belief conjured in the right f88 direction. I paved my way out of the Neptune Leo override in August and simultaneously genii locied my way back to the Olde England, shaved and locked out, roaring at the magnitude of the gold elixer costing as much as brass. The germaine reflections on the lifd of an eye; Kenya resounding on the karaoke but in the back halls of Los, urizen and Tharma made their way back in the door via the poets wild and wet and watery bismuth in Palestine. From Wales came news. Under an oak tree the new codes for the telluric would be given, Six thousand bbareass naked nymphs lined the avenue. A ferry took us across the worst of the crags, and the queen greeted us cordially and civilly. Beneath her trousers a radiant light emanating. For our enjoyment, Sara and Nadine displayed excellence; and Natalia and Okgo Yes said, this one’s for St Leonards. We were hot on the A list then. We moved aside from Mercatoria selling up at 195 thousdand land we’d built a farm on before Portugal. Now we renew Olive and apple trees, budleas and laburnums coat 

orange neaon happenstances in london

As he watched the sun setting on that hot summer day his mind returned to the bluebell field in which he’d first lay down with her; her dark skin so close to him now, seemed oddly distant in his memory; All he could really remember was the sound of the grass. Windsweeping in from the West took them inside, and drinks were poured before the taberbnacle was again given to the collective. All hail jupe the tone free of All remonstrance, simply shining.; Beulah, Ulvelah and Xerxes all presiding in fornicating madness of Dsionysian cleansing under ritualistic holly the sun shone down. Further back from the green fields, patterns on lawns emerging, circular, tetractys, ovoid, oblongate quadicosidodecahedrons and the Ceres side of Astro jumping became clear, even on that hot night the shields went up against the solar ingress, star studded from 2 million years ago Green said that was what Stevens meant to say with his concupiscidiant guitar. I myself drove a yellow wheelbarrow down to the Old Ladies pram race and bedeviled by tankards pissed in by barkeeps too bored to think much of it. Ah swoon. The street swayed with the speed the notes came out the banks. The corners were eroded, but the cornices were perfect. Church of sandstone turned inward and became domicile, and the glittering vectors were making it all come right. I went with Don down to the Leon Castle, and there, high abover Borders and trans beyond concept and experiences there bathed in that florid light. Buddhas drove their wars down to the Laundromat and it all became clean, and well ordered. Saturn, pushing through at 11 degree of the Virgtin cloud made us look toward the 2010 conjunctions but at the back of the top of the flagpole there was the when it all was over, and here we were referrirng to 2020 or thereabout. Eight long forks were placed side by side at the dinner table that night as the Edinburgh festivellers broke rank and played Dixie Down on trombone for the Candian Marionettes who had always been Scottish brought back tap shoes and tradition to the islea. Cameras and actions, makeshift watches and new night panties disregarded for the imaginal. 

 It was amazement. Amazement that Uranus had predicted and proved the quickening is health and must happen. QUIXOTIC as Aquarius was in Neptune, the memories of sea swathing our hips as we dove like dolphins into. She and I made sound yawp together off balconies. Lord of All glammed it up into the couch for his missus brought tea round for the Big Screen. Plebs shed beds and tv’s were all thrown out. The carcasses of technology everywhere laden by the bins. Orange neon happenstance and yellow juiced wine gums made us lick our lips for all that eclipsing, something did shut down, perhaps a Virgoan tendency for perfection is a good thing, wondered Ben Elfin out olud from the balcony. As he watched the sun setting on that hot summer day his mind returned to the bluebell field in which he’d first lay down with her; her dark skin so close to him now, seemed oddly distant in his memory; All he could really remember was the sound of the grass. Windsweeping in from the West took them inside, and drinks were poured before the taberbnacle was again given to the collective. All hail jupe the tone free of All remonstrance, simply shining.; Beulah, Ulvelah and Xerxes all presiding in fornicating madness of Dsionysian cleansing under ritualistic holly the sun shone down. Further back from the green fields, patterns on lawns emerging, circular, tetractys, ovoid, oblongate quadicosidodecahedrons and the Ceres side of Astro jumping became clear, even on that hot night the shields went up against the solar ingress, star studded from 2 million years ago Green said that was what Stevens meant to say with his concupiscidiant guitar. I myself drove a yellow wheelbarrow down to the Old Ladies pram race and bedeviled by tankards pissed in by barkeeps too bored to think much of it. Ah swoon. The street swayed with the speed the notes came out the banks. The corners were eroded, but the cornices were perfect. Church of sandstone turned inward and became domicile, and the glittering vectors were making it all come right. I went with Don down to the Leon Castle, and there, high abover Borders and trans beyond concept and experiences there bathed in that florid light. Buddhas drove their wars down to the Laundromat and it all became clean, and well ordered. Saturn, pushing through at 11 degree of the Virgtin cloud made us look toward the 2010 conjunctions but at the back of the top of the flagpole there was the when it all was over, and here we were referrirng to 2020 or thereabout. Eight long forks were placed side by side at the dinner table that night as the Edinburgh festivellers broke rank and played Dixie Down on trombone for the Candian Marionettes who had always been Scottish brought back tap shoes and tradition to the islea. Cameras and actions, makeshift watches and new night panties disregarded for the imaginal. Cleveland broke though into the Royal enclosure, winning its race in Valencia two fathoms before the next, as Neptune again sailed us to the gold. We couldn’t stand it, but we couldn’t hate it either. We couldn’t analyse it but nor could we ignore it. A dog running through the park leaping into the arms of a puppy; and the dandelion tea served upon angelic conches that were laced with Hemming and Vitamin pills. Our hearts, enriched by this spectacle, stood there on the balcony, only feet from the Queen.
She was great, the great western blue electric steam fulled locamotiveationed us through tallow and fallow yes until we were there high as robbins dusting themselves off with laquer, smarting through Xiix

opening up to the cherokee lineage

fibulations in the chunnels, ground meat axes in heads laughing at the new You tiube Tube slots were backhanders malingered with juice fueled etiquette as the marionaettes played laughed oh yes we laughed. I was beside her there and then, looking up like a lap down through the folds of her dress. Beautiful she was and not half bad as Danny said it, nearly cut his finger on her dress sense he did. Anyway, there we were , schamboozling or whatever she was suppsed to be doing, we were then…great nives and parks and warm burrons on silks in windows designed by dream merchants to pander for the establishment. Poetry, yeah we had loads of it coming out through our trousers in fields where chestnuts dropped down onto liminal chicks on their yellow breasted waveup the long walk, sally, she roared helpless asna ant, horses ass mouth speaking gibberish we were so happy that yes came through the music and the streets dj’s encamped in barracks, the light green oaks drawing us in. We were upon the woodlands edge when we saw her. Fantastic. All of the winter sould of albion following in her trail. The waking up wasn’t easier than difficult and we sat at the feet for several hours hosting our thoughts together, the plates of the past and the new risen princess presiding. It was elocution and investigation; romance and genius took us throught your land. You were liminal and fantastic as we brushed past you on the lawn all of our elders saying, look at that. My dsear ones, the sweet filled hearts of the love we were feeling came throughout the day. When the seamstress had left the boys alone and run me to the offies