I wouldn’t dare ask if that is a reasonable supposition.
Way off into some dark, place no one dare orwant to go
but, if into that game , i’m probably onto it.
Truth.
Growing with some one may be a fun game, the reflective orb & the refractive offer the third, the absorbing of all light into the heart.
of darkness.& the other side?
It’s absorbed into the light of the world./ word.
How else can it be?
It’s indescribable. It doesent matter who or what perceives it, for it’s indesctrutible in transit.
“indesctrutible”
That’s adorable.
Sorry , forgive me
Y4
U2.
Like the difference between looking away, looking as if not giving that impression ( or appearing intractible , or opaque)
Whether intending to)
Some people fall in love way too easily.
Still can’t account for dream way back around 2011- og MPolanyi. Member of ‘Martians’
me me mere watering boy.
Can not will not go further. If the last thing to do cause 7th veil.
Some unexplored cross referenced source- a very tall order
SummaryWords, Deeds, Bodies by Jerry H. Gill concentrates on the interrelationships between speech, accomplishing tasks, and human embodiment. Ludwig Wittgenstein, J. L. Austin, Maurice Merleau-Ponty, and Michael Polanyi have all highlighted these relationships. This book examines the, as yet, unexplored connections between these authors’ philosophies of language. It focuses on the relationships between their respective key ideas: Wittgenstein’s notion of "language game, " Austin’s concept of "performative utterances, " Merleau-Ponty’s idea of "slackening the threads, " and Polanyi’s understanding of "tacit knowing, " noting the similarities and differences between and amongst them. and how in heaven they connect to an unsolicited dream.
& some die broken hearted.
Just cuz you/I know keywords & behaviorism doesn’t mean you/I know people.
You win at trying to make me think I know you without being anyone in particular. Hope you at least got a t-shirt.
But You do believe in prophetic dreams/miracles,
Right/Wrong ?
Right.
So I reviewed the thread a little. B theory it is.
But the gnostic crap I am unwilling to have anything to do with. I know how this ends & I have an eternal Yes.
Make your point if you have one that isn’t ridiculous.
You undoubtedly know the warnings I would give.
Be vague again. I dare ya.
I believe You belive me; Iyou nay not; but you know that things of the spirit have to be intimated; ‘they’ work silently on slow developing courses; and they arise out of the predictable into unpredictably fated.
I know a primary dismissive unstinct that tends to reject claims that don’t have a punch out certainty about it; but the nature of an absolute request is not refused; but belief in it’s efficacy ; a total relinquish of fear at it’s manifestation is some ‘thing’ without which it can not manifesr.
If You believe me; then the particles into which my ego’s have evaporated will make sense. Then; all becomes clear.
There were several events like this in my life; some so personal that they maybe shouldn’t even be brought up; and daily coincidences under particular cognitive pressure bring on the surprising extraordinary events .
I wish it didn’t happen through my life; but I can’t but take it as a blessing: rather then as a curse.
That the logos which is the absolute weighted center to all dissipation, I have no doubt and it is so everywhere in every thing and place; as to satisfy that urge in human beings to seek elsewhere; always on a search: oh there; look at that, or tomorrow not here and now in this place.
If alone maybe a lifetime lasting a few years or a second, or a million beings that used to be someone else known; or maybe become a part of; that space can also exist there.
It has been miraculous to get here and see all these flying by like some pink clouds in a green pasture; the greenest of greens to the lightest; pink around the edges as the dew drop one single dew drop lldrips as the dragon flies wings drone into another meadow and see here: it’s eyes into some future gazed where you and someone else frolicking in the cool morning sun.
Feeling this way sustains a next entrance ; a different chapter an old lady Victorian lamp shade pink reading some old leather-bound book slowly turning pages a ticking click near midnight.
But the dreams. An ekephant; a live one sitting on it’s rump; and a young boy; unperturbed seeming to know one another. And she dreamed of keys the very night.
I had to write something because it’s late and I owed it.
One I can share" an owl sitting on a tree branch staying there motionless; for one week after my son passed ; never moved from that branch.
In all the years we’ve been living there; not one owl seen or heard. In many years not a single one.
Then I went looked up and it says there it’s a bearer of souls.
So I know warnings and also cracking of whips; but I know tithes no mere trifle but a sound that fliws through on it’s way through.
Do I believe?
Not gonna do it. Wouldn’t be prudent.
Not even jurisprudent.
I was going to equate indivisible with invisible though.
under God? proceed.
alternate ending: you are evil & you must be destroyed
literally, not f… fricken … go away