The Secret of Intuition

  • An invincible (((((G)))))nowing

Man’s highest faculty is not reason but intuition: apprehension of knowledge derived immediately and spontaneously from the soul, not from the fallible agency of the senses or of reason.

Undeveloped intuition is that of a crystal placed before the soul, producing a double image. The soul itself is the real image; the reflection is unreal — the ego or pseudosoul. The more undeveloped the intuition is, the more distorted the ego image will be. When human life is guided by this false identity, which is brought about by the presence of undeveloped intuition, it is subject to all the limitations and false notions of delusion. A chaotic existence of error and its consequences is therefore inevitable.

Increasing the receptive quality of his brain cells, instead of depending just on books and college work for his progress reaps more benefits.

To progress and to avoid the misery of mistakes, you have to find what is the truth in everything. This is possible only if you develop your intuition. That is the practical truth of the matter. That is why I am asking all of Creation to cultivate and use the intuitive power in everything.

The world starts with books and outside methods, but you should start by increasing the receptivity of your intuition, where lies the infinite seat of all knowledge.

Reject every kind of evil.

  • 1 Thessalonians 5:22-23 New International Version (NIV)
    22 reject every kind of evil.

There exists not, any force on this Earth and beyond that can harm or influence my metaphysical mind

For, the faces of evil deceit, they are multifarious; They come in guises of innocuous friendships and their subsequent guises of innocent curiosity via playful or more serious banter

Blessing and curse, they say, to see and feel and know with acute precision, as the moments, they become more transparent with time

My ancestors, they made the ultimate sacrifice; to be mocked and shamed and even burned to death was to have died with honor

What times are these, and tragic to move in and out through the outskirts of such a malevolent society, for nothing more than defending what is pure and strong

That is why I say to my fellows, my kindreds-persevere Evidently, the times of the great divide are upon us and decisions that stand in alignment with our values, they cry out to be made on all dynamic levels

Not humoresque in the least, for some of us, days and nights, they lament as melancholy, dry and wet from the seasons of love as miraculous tenderness, but mostly pain

The pain of Love that exists in having to let you go

Menace

  • Spit, wounds and tears

Breathing the peace of the Spirit into my passages, Life takes on solemnity

Attacks, they come and go and it’s no longer tolerable, the funny, the arrogant, the shallowness, it turns the knife

The shrill gaities, they knock me out and I’m forced out like a menace

Pushed and shoved by the dialogue of strangers

Die to the peace of the Spirit to be born again and again

All I have

  • Friendship is Charity

Because of you, my descendant is integral and wise

You innerstand the spaces in between the so-called revelatory

And it makes no difference to you whether I’m turned on or not

So, how can I ever give to you as immensely as you’ve given to me?

All I have are tears now And the ineffable witnessed inside my Soul

All I have is my sincere devotion to being here with you as is

The True Magnetic Fe

  • NO freemartins allowed

Take all that lives to heart and spin green light into the whirl

As you are, as you give, as you stream

Crimson, the crystalline information that we soak and drink in

I am the light, the truth and the way, I hear Her say

Sweet guttural laughter fills every nerve and vein and breaks the spell of Abraham

Expect not, any reflection of receive or care to return in every soul called friendship

The trip is good enough to make it out alive, to find peace in wholiness

Magnetized blood currents bring my love to see

Sans fucks given, we last it out

Long and Fine branches

Catalyst for change, or mirror of our own apathetic mind

The cost of living true has brought me long and fine branches

Each one spinning their chapters of Life into mundanity

Questions, some love to grab at our members and drive us out

Into the nameless streets, zooming solicitors, each with another brand of perversion

Up and down the tree, which branch do I seek, what authority?

I call to the point of madness, spiral light of their adversary

She’s my facial expression entirely and the blood that courses freely

This looks like a softness and a calmness in the eye of absurdities surrounding me

This is the 13th sign: the observating mind, as one who exits the wheel

The tree is generous and willful, detailed and kind

Who will dare to deny the full set of eye pits, the light of space?

You do it to me everyday

Le Fool

Art ~ a.e.

Agoraphobia, they said and it was as if philosophy was dead, replaced by the father of liar’s reeducation

Nearly every one is a poly want a cracker and on all cides, the walls shrink in meaning

Doors locked to keep away tears, all who are superfluid and psychic

And little cults of Marxism all on brain row, playing pirates and parrots

Nill to join, I walk in the sanctanimity of Ether willowing inside

Dancing as gnosis, public enemy number one of this whirl

In the land without heroes

  • The High Priestess is under attack

It’s how she refuses to emit

Not one slip-surely you’ll tell the next chance you get

Not one miss-just drive the nail in

On the table, each to each, a confessional beauty

Cry at Her feet, never to last it out or give way

Even upon pleading, upon bleeding

Near supplication and clutched calm

Cinder is thrown as if in India and it’s Kali Yuga

Eden screams and pulls at Her hemisphere

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