Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Pink Wheel Metal Core

And the dead? Dissolution

I spent weeks living in the forest, crossed it slowly, I could not say how long I spent in that task because there were times when the density of the forest just let in light, therefore, hardly knew whether it was day or night. Suddenly it came to a sanctuary in ruins, was tiny, had no roof and its walls were largely demolished and covered by plants. the middle of the temple, an altar inscribed with in a language he did not know, after him a stone staircase that descended into the darkness lost its depth. Since I was there, obviously I got into the hole down the stairs. Soon I do not see anything, so I went down in the dark. The staircase was very long, and his legs were tired. Suddenly a blue light in the distance. I thought I was headed for an exit to the outside, I flatly wrong, I reached the bottom of the stairs and discovered that the sky was glowing stone blocks. It was a cave.
I walked in the place and found nothing more than moisture and shiny stones, stumbled awkwardly depronto giving full with my head on a stone, hit the musical note released MI. I stopped aching, and I hit a slap to the stone, it rang again. Then I started to provide it if the other stones also sounded, and each one seemed to sound different, and although some were repeating the same note, a sound more metallic, others such as ropes, others such as wind. She wore a long
discovering new sounds when heard while playing a lot of rocks in the distance. I followed the source of the sound and came to a kind of village within the cave, twelve houses were apparently randomly arranged. People were about thirty people, they moved from one place to another, related, performing daily activities, but no one spoke.
Upon arrival I stood with residents as appropriate. But no one answered, they seemed to ignore, although some looked at me without even showing print or curiosity.
not understand what was happening, they had mouths, but did not speak. Then observed.
was a carved stone circle at the center of town, I saw him sitting with two people, a man and a woman who seemed to be the elders, sitting opposite one another closely watched. I approached them cautiously, and even noticed my presence did nothing, so I approached to within a meter of them looked at them carefully and saw that while they stared at their faces subtle gestures and changes in their eyes looked like they were communicating. I sat by his side. and stayed there. A full day passed, did not know it clearly, but everyone in town except the elders went home and went to bed after getting up again, it makes me wonder what happened one day.
I kept watching the elderly. Strangely I felt no hunger or thirst despite carrying at least three days without food and a day without drinking anything. I spent another day watching the old.
Then three days observing people, visiting them at home. They walked by the people, spent the day hitting some rocks and making sounds, others sat in groups facing each other, were some who sat alone with his eyes closed as if meditating.
lost count of the days he had, the only certainty is that there was no proven snack all the time in him. Daily
spent watching, learning from them. sometimes accompanied hitting some rocks, sometimes me away to meditate, others simply sat me next to the groups of people or with the encianos that were observed continuously. A day in the middle of a meditation I heard someone speak, I left my meditation instantly and started find who spoke, however each person who asked, I answered. I figured then they communicated without words. I went into town and sat with the elders and shut my eyes in meditation, slowly (possibly days passed) I started to hear their dialogue. The elders were a couple, they effectively communicated without words, what they did was to produce sensations, pure language. Language to the depth of the message.
I talked to them about all the issues I had and then I went to sit next to them without ever sleeping. I became eternal, and therefore dead and dead to alive and well, cyclically in harmony. All I felt is indescribable, and it is very complex to let them know what happened to me in that place. Still, I'll try.

"A dance, an electricity separately,
ideas in particle physics and nothing;
all in harmony, understanding and compression, then
dissolution and expansion, and a hug
gestures or shake hands with whomever you want in the distance,
die, and walk through the dead reborn
gently beyond watches,
and subtleties, vigorously exploit without anyone noticing.
skins or bark, sometimes the textures and
flavors spread of one rule, one truth, that it does not limit
, that which contradicts itself, yet it is based.
Like death. A deep desire to die and kill
with the fact of living;
traversing the synapse in the second of his arrest, and when
from zero
metabolism can escape the soul, breaking the body.
In this place, and you are not alone. "

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