ANNOUNCING:
ANNOUNCING:
The Fully Illustrated Elias
A Novel Attempt
by Share
http://www.flickr.com/photos/68607481@N00/sets/
(think of it as a book, and these are the chapters)
ANNOUNCING:
The Bent Wheat Daily
The Bent Wheat Daily
Printed in the Conscious Creation Journal
It is a question of semantics, for there are no words. The best one could hope to do would be to take the existing words and expand them to a capacity to hold a definition that would be accommodation for universes. For even to attempt to explain intent confines the word in the modern day context. Intent is the basic building block of humanity, that which is contained in every nook and cranny of consciousness. It is the fuel that spins the galaxies, and that, that gives purpose to existence. And beneath every action, beneath every breath, lies the basic intent of the individual personality nurturing the soul as a mother cradles the newborn to give assurance.
Retrospect
You have to understand that there isn’t a physical Mark. You can look from now to doomsday, and there just isn’t a physical Mark.
Writing to me, is therapy.
This book is dedicated to my female dogma, "Goddess," and all the other Goddesses. You already know who you are.
In a message dated 2/23/03 2:26:07 PM, LRSymans@aol.com writes:
instructions:
I thought I could write a book with my ramblings, and I could call it "The Innocents Abroad," except that title has already been used by Mark Twain. And God forbid anyone confuses me with Mark. Rather I could call it "A Novice in Unfamiliar Territory or the Perils of Pauline in the Periphery."
So I was walking along this path of life, just minding my own business, when somewhere in the bulrushes I found this lamp. It was old and rusted, and had a handle on it that seemed somewhat dysfunctional, or at at its best ornamental. And I questioned if I should keep it, or let it continue to rest in its present environment. Such a dented object is often not viewed as opportunity in disguise.
Notice:
The BWD in 2003
Hi Mr. Blog.
If you go directly to the following address, you'll find this is some sort of strange and unusual work-in-progress book, and these are the chapter titles:
I have a theory. I think people get sick as an excuse to take drugs. That's a hard way to go, cause drugs are so much better when you're not sick.
Or dear diary
If cleanliness is next to godliness, then I fail.
Well, not really. Not yet.
Any Tumold belonging worth the salt, knows that New Orleans is the city of death. Not that that is bad, but that it is as colorful and spellbound, as its cemetery ghost voodoo vampire tour.
It's the middle of the night, and I have the urge to write. I don't know where that came from, cause my creativity has been directed in other areas lately. But now it wants to peek through in terms of written expression, and I've learned to pay attention to my impulses, and what they themselves express in waves, and give myself the option to do as I please, when I please. When my impulses change, I change with them so easily now, I have to remind myself that I have eased myself into a different dimension. But now, at least, I notice my own energy fluxuations. My own emotional ebb and flow.
I’m a new pair of eyes everytime I am born
ELIAS: In this playfulness, there is, many times, moments that the energy may be felt by individuals within physical focus, such as yourself. There is momentary periods in which individuals within physical focus may experience twinges or a knowing of a presence or certain unusual experiences that within physical focus you express to yourselves is merely your imagination and not necessarily reality.
VICKI [asking a question on Mary’s behalf]: ‘I would like to know about the level of distortion through a channel, and how much distortion is involved with me.’
I have expressed to you previously that although you view the action of death as moving into an area of consciousness where you shall be incorporating the position of ‘God’ and ‘knowing all,’ you shall never know all, for you are continuously, as are all essences, as is The Creating Universal One And Whole also, in a continuous state of becoming; ever-changing, ever in motion. There is no destination. Elias - 111