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Old 02-20-2023, 10:39 PM   #1
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Vibing In-a-Sphere-On-a-Sphere

Grounded
to the surface of the sphere,
I communicate with the distant core. . .
through pulsations
of thermal swells,
hydrostatic claps,
and gamma-ray bursts.

I touch the walls of my being,
fully plugged in,
I'm a highly-conductive contact point
for the God's meditative mudra. . .
moving thru myriad matrices and mandalas of materialized minds.

I feel like. . .
Jacob's Ladder,
the raging electric arc of the ever-present now,
the jumping point from the past to the future,
roaring dutifully into the void.

I sense. . .
the enantiomeric presence
of compatible lights and shadows beyond the membrane. . .
the impression of my vitruvian-stretched hands
ionically bound to surface area of some other. . .

I feel as if . . .
My structure and stability
is the skeleton and scaffolding of countless quantum spheres
strung together and expanding in every direction
As if . . .
I am preventing the collapse of the cosmos. . .
not through strength. . . but through serenity.

The topography of my soul
jaggedly juts out the partition
between my side and the other. . .
creating a three-dimensional relief
like a Pinscreen toy plotting a portrait of my psyche. . .
projecting up and out, into the otherside. . .
like my mind is the mountain upon which God hikes,
in order to intimately know every nook and cranny. . .

I'm merely a palpable protuberance
upon which some other is laying like a weighted blanket. . .
Conforming to my being, a key and lock conformation. . .
A liquid imprint, a negative mold of my mind
for the otherside to intimately know.

Waiting for those rare moments when,
the contour of a face emerges
or
a shouting signal erupts
from the liquid yang around me. . .
bulging deeply and sending stirring shockwaves
into my simple, searching yin.

For this is when, although darkly, I do truly see through.
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Old 06-17-2023, 02:49 AM   #2
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Re: Vibing In-a-Sphere-On-a-Sphere

I am sorry. Will you please forgive me?
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Old 06-17-2023, 08:04 AM   #3
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Re: Vibing In-a-Sphere-On-a-Sphere

Stop it, lotus
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Old 01-02-2024, 10:46 AM   #4
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Re: Vibing In-a-Sphere-On-a-Sphere

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Originally Posted by wisefool View Post
Grounded
to the surface of the sphere,
I communicate with the distant core. . .
through pulsations
of thermal swells,
hydrostatic claps,
and gamma-ray bursts.

I touch the walls of my being,
fully plugged in,
I'm a highly-conductive contact point
for the God's meditative mudra. . .
moving thru myriad matrices and mandalas of materialized minds.

I feel like. . .
Jacob's Ladder,
the raging electric arc of the ever-present now,
the jumping point from the past to the future,
roaring dutifully into the void.

I sense. . .
the enantiomeric presence
of compatible lights and shadows beyond the membrane. . .
the impression of my vitruvian-stretched hands
ionically bound to surface area of some other. . .

I feel as if . . .
My structure and stability
is the skeleton and scaffolding of countless quantum spheres
strung together and expanding in every direction
As if . . .
I am preventing the collapse of the cosmos. . .
not through strength. . . but through serenity.

The topography of my soul
jaggedly juts out the partition
between my side and the other. . .
creating a three-dimensional relief
like a Pinscreen toy plotting a portrait of my psyche. . .
projecting up and out, into the otherside. . .
like my mind is the mountain upon which God hikes,
in order to intimately know every nook and cranny. . .

I'm merely a palpable protuberance
upon which some other is laying like a weighted blanket. . .
Conforming to my being, a key and lock conformation. . .
A liquid imprint, a negative mold of my mind
for the otherside to intimately know.

Waiting for those rare moments when,
the contour of a face emerges
or
a shouting signal erupts
from the liquid yang around me. . .
bulging deeply and sending stirring shockwaves
into my simple, searching yin.

For this is when, although darkly, I do truly see through.




I apologized as wholeheartedly as I could. Wisefool tells the story of just how unhappy she was.

Rachel, This no contact did me in deep, jagged and gutted. You gave us two beautiful kids and I shattered the family unit. I’ll never forgive myself. I am truly the unwise fool.

Your hate feeds my hate for me as well. You have absolute power over me here. If there is any chance left for us to co parent these kids, you can contact me and tell me what you need to.

You don’t answer my emails, and then block me at every turn. Please contact me so that we can both heal. I’m thinking of you here. Unless your master plan is to run me out of town and out of this world!! I hope that you are not suffering like I do every single day.

Tell me what to do. I’d never want you to suffer.

🙏

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