ST119 ... 'give them what they want'
'and you will get what you want'
It was unbelievable the way she entered, like an angel from hell, beauty beyond belief, calm, serene, eyes like pearls, cheeks like peaches, lips of red velvet… skin, pure as silk, she was 73 and looked 37. I was a young man, in a young body with a tender brain. They said i was handsome and swift, clever-deep and naive. It was mid century, the war was done, we won, the machine was on the rise, life was good, new products flooded the streets, boulevards, crescents full of 'novel'. Time travel was fantasized, the big bomb had exploded, lsd sliding in…. it was a time when anything was possible… but there was a dark force stirring behind the walls.
She glanced his way, his eyes locked, magnetized, followed her to the ends of the room. He could never forget that moment. It did something. He could not explain. It changed everything. Time turned in, bent around itself.
Twenty years appeared like seconds. Thomas left his indoctrinated path years before. He thought about this strange awareness often but nothing could ease his brain into an understanding that made sense for longer than a day or two.. left him in the same state, a certainty of uncertainty, but different.
He tried to make sense of these time shifts but in the end he would just fall into them without question and live out their span of existence as if everything was normal, a dream. He never described this with anyone.
She told me, 'give them what they want'. He hesitated almost always.
Note: ‘If you have read more than 5 of my posts… don’t you think it might be considerate to support me… we buy books, magazines, video subscriptions, why not a few bucks for my images, words, and time… but no worries, it’s all good…. i appreciate your engagement'.I remember that first moment when things were really different, when time was very strange. I followed her to the back of the cafe. She was already sitting in the perfect position to observe…. the room, the walls, the doors, the street, the world. She looked up, smiled the most radiant perfect mona lisa, and i sat, calm as a breeze.
Tom never understood the significance of this first encounter until years later, if ever. By the time quantum physics became vogue, a main stream conversation; it was still hardly understood, if at all. It took years and a few mind explorers to expose the somewhat lost ancient shamanic shape-time ventures to a larger audience. The mind is a myth, a fragment of invisible-space searching for a time to breathe. The mind lives on time, eats seconds for desert, moments for reason, it thinks it is linear, certain, but it is amending, reshaping, evolving, always. Shamans, the archaic shape shifters knew and know something about this, uncertain and mysterious…. it was/is a spiritual art form to deal with the uncertainty of this never-ending mysterious universe.
When Thomas was alone years later in the deserts of the south experiencing the entity of the coyote, thru an evening with peyote and non-ordinary time he realized the dimensionless movement of time, reality, shape, substance and mind. Her name was Sylvia. She came again. Took him everywhere at once. 'How is that even possible'? he questioned, back in his 77 year old body years later in our normal earth time, alone on the coast of these endless waters, he wondered, 'how strange it all is'.
He thought, 'give them what they want', what does that even mean, when there she was, the same as i remembered her, i thought… all those years ago, now, here….. Sylvia, walking along the shore-sands to me with her radiant form and illusory eyes.
She emanated without voice, direct into my mind, 'time is certain until it moves…. it always moves'.
I knew that, i just couldn't believe it… all the time. I didn't care, i stopped caring.
She was beautiful, looked 37. Life is strange. Somehow, we went back in time and lived with each other for what seemed an eternity, but it was no more than a few minutes, i supposed, later.
"give them what they want", she said again, "and you will get what you want"
As a raven in the night she stole my soul took me deep into the dark then swallowed me whole. and whispered 'simply being aware of being aware there is nothing else required follow me down if you dare everything else will keep you tired' then she disappeared thru the light where everything falls apart and fades into that vast simplicity of eternity where nothing but awareness pervades
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