Aura, perhaps a funny penne about a forked tongue of a serpent, lizard or some other kind of we’s-ill-type of awareness? Is that lighter-Aries device … the ani-muse poking at the ani-ma in fun? That would be a fore traveller in space, an ode thing preliminary to full state of awareness, kind of action that provides tiers, stages in bearing a new cell through a medium, to ease the beast into the full light of the be’a’St … Mich-æl-ang-ello … deuce of light! Some individuals that have approached such a state are considered crazy, consider Dah Vinchi in his projection of the perception of the plastic brain … ID’s like a roaming beast, a classic Roman that will walk all over your territory of the physical creature and you won’t even know it. Even the name sets authorities in a tail-spin, as the concept of a common (Pagan) folk being educated, it scares the fecundity out of individuals that are too well off to allow themselves to think of consequences.

 

Did I mention the nature of hidden illnesses? This is because a favoured philosophy is denial of things we don’t like … and we certainly don’t like “thinking creatures” in the shade and yet we don’t want them in the light. How many people do you know that will talk about their thinking process … even if a process is not a tangible object … moor of an abstract nominal subject that is self-denied! ID’s like a Blackpool Monster that the Anglo transferred … projected on the Celtic creature … Loch Ness, dark creature of a tribal mind, that can’t get out of the forest … like out of Africa … The so-called civilized state will not allow the shadow personality to get beyond the anima stage. That’s what happens when the aver-ice shuts down normal communion … sort of sends a chill down your spine as if you were an open bo’que eh! Did I mention literary devices and pseudo nominal processes … synonyms … means of hiding the truth we do not like?

 

We are one mean S’B, saba in a southern Arabic myth, the fore runner of Sheba … just a whisper of the creature we call death on the move … but the Hebrew Sol A’mon knew this was a code word for ultimate wisdom, a state of full awareness. Is it surprising that people from such extreme states try and make white entrepreneurs wake up to the infinite state? Now is that a completely odd story, or just ode in space that will not recognize itself as a self-consuming fishy fecund matter … an orphan child of the infinite left to hi’M’s elf in an altered state to prepare the beast for the fires of offering! There is an old adage about selling your soul to the devil; it needs to be twisted and inverted … it is better to give your soul to the devil … as an offering to enlighten his brother … a blind God of sorts that cannot see what he does to the rest of the body of the paradigm. Such non-activity leads to permanent change … fun thing for the furies, a pain to the Pi-Oz portions … a learning process! “Feed my children, sheep, go’tes … Lam?”

Then there are some that refer to change as the winds of God in a dark storm, without an inkling of light, not a story to give hint of what is about to happen. Then would amn’ like creature want to pay heed, or just behave like Don-Queue Ou-des Ides? Nothing inside ə’ Yore (Eire) but fluff waiting spinning into a fabric of thought! Now what did the persona of light ride into Jerusalem upon? Some people think appearances are 100% when what’s inside is moor vast indication of what that person really is … useful to the infinite, or just fecund material for recycle, a pseudonym for resurrection. I would rather go at the appointed time. Of the body, mind and spirit of emotions, only one is physical in the rapture (deep space, heaven state); is there room for physical crap or just spiritual in determinates like light? Two out of three ain’t bad, for ab ba toute of eL into a shadowy land … the shadow gnus all as a relative of the deire family of creation. If we could only recognize the hidden lessons!

 

There is a whole sum attitude in the attitude of the devil though … Jack Dani-eL’s attitude … or perhaps Jack Nickel’s one reflection, man doesn’t want to know truth that is a totally different concept to the physical bloodstone of the infinite, carnelian, incarnation, the gem, jinn, is a temporal passion. There is only one way to make a mistake better, annihilation! If you allow the mistake to go on, it’ll carry the flaws as if they were perfect indications of a far stretch of the imagination, the infinite itself? Children of Gods bear some really odd thoughts! We are mistakes folks, man thought of putting the woman away, while Hir’em thought of it first … it was mankind that was the cast-off, bifid right out of the heavenly enlightened thoughts that were primarily in the ether … the mind of God and man has only the slightest inkling of alien dimensions. He has trouble dealing with light, space and grey-vide matter … an open mind-brain state! What does that say for the h’art of the creature də Ire? ID’s mostly of san … without love and mostly hate (san’) in its presented state. Did you see that wee daemon being born? It was just screeching with pain because of being ripped from the previous state of protection from outside thoughts. That’s the mother effect for you, the exterior mind of the father may have an isolating effect but perhaps it’ll work like the devil free’d, or is that fre’Dei, fore runner of fre’d Eric. Didn’t Shakespeare say that everything is in a name? Then that persona seems an indeterminate as’swell in space … un-recognizant in their own time so the infinite makes them timeless, plants cede in the new creations that think they have ownership of this ancient wiz-dome. Intellectual ownership is the reason for the dumb ’n down of abstract space … slowly but surely the anima be comes St. Up Itty dat outa reach of the mortal. It is like a built in renewal system in which the anima cannibalizes its portions to the a’ muse mint of the furies of laughter around the bend in space …

Just a thin spirit of musing in the beyond as pure awareness without a care … Spoc kora mote!