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The Metaphysical Theater
The Metaphysical Theater is a blog about a human whom asks the question of himself, how do I make this life a life worth living again?
letting go of the unwanted, is a loss
September 21, 2019
Though letting go of the unwanted makes space for something new...As this world turns memories vaguely associated to me revealing a truth perhaps greatest and most practical among these many truths, even many truths... truth-ing through me... to blurring lines between the subjective to a subjective interpretation of supposed objective "occurrences" ... nothing objective but the branch here that grew out from the vine there... yet within and no distance is truth or real... To finally understand that the illusion conceals a"fact" that life... or your life...my life... all life... is all subjective... all imaginary... even the poop in the bottom of my metaphysical pants... here straining upon the digital stage... the steaming pile of symbolic being... in excrement form... vapors of powerful odor penetrating an incarnate recognition... the great ca-ca... over all other ca-ca's out there floating through the either... a most practical brand of bovine grass processing...and thorough digestion... my individual brand, above all others... most practical to me... the mushrooms of mysterious unknown emerging from the angus anus droppings... a cooled and mellowed pile ...a fairy circle of them free ... upon the splat... the beef critter shat... the magic lingered a while... and there not without, but within... a glimpse of truth no incarnate sight and perception could know... yet there all the while... without anyone's permission ...I go... to be as intended... without price... I am free, and rich... and joyfully being saved... from my former belief in mediocrity... a way... but here not the way... just a painting of my own finger pointing.... or the sound of my bleating, bray... for though this fool of fools, persisted this long in his folly... I ask how wise could a such a fool as I be made?... but that answer has no importance in eternity ... the answer has no specific form or appearance until it is endowed by my awareness... coming about by me ... I cause... I perceive its effect ... circling until the salvation of Jesus Christ born in me from above as myself... awaken the walker to emerge from the eternity of tired routes well worn... from these mortal steps God rises again in my very being, as that ... whom is this... still as is it always was... from then through now to then again... we are ... I am... poetry escaped the grey shadows as color then... before time took its first tick... before you knew to forget all the "rules" made to keep you grey and raining... sunshine burned away all rainy days... and even those thunderous storm and rain clouds beautiful from this vantage... flashing brilliant bolts of electric currents through the sky's spacious hold... I find relief from my own weather in looking down upon it... that distance is a cloud falling like rain and steam rising to cloud... if that be salvation ...then to always be steady in that relief ... I be.... Being is happening no matter how many sweet hours are invested in the relationship with the regained state of consciousness... even greater works to be done... what thing could be endowed with the power to undo that which grants it all things and itself... Wholly... unto itself... that is all the dream is or was and yet will be... as you wholly unto yourself and at complete peace ...a greater or inconceivable seed of some yet unknown greatness could have ever been sewn without that deep whole union between myself and God in me as that is what I had been being... immaculate... without an awareness of...
The Metaphysical Theater is a blog about a human whom asks the question of himself, how do I make this life a life worth living again?
letting go of the unwanted, is a loss
September 21, 2019
Though letting go of the unwanted makes space for something new...As this world turns memories vaguely associated to me revealing a truth perhaps greatest and most practical among these many truths, even many truths... truth-ing through me... to blurring lines between the subjective to a subjective interpretation of supposed objective "occurrences" ... nothing objective but the branch here that grew out from the vine there... yet within and no distance is truth or real... To finally understand that the illusion conceals a"fact" that life... or your life...my life... all life... is all subjective... all imaginary... even the poop in the bottom of my metaphysical pants... here straining upon the digital stage... the steaming pile of symbolic being... in excrement form... vapors of powerful odor penetrating an incarnate recognition... the great ca-ca... over all other ca-ca's out there floating through the either... a most practical brand of bovine grass processing...and thorough digestion... my individual brand, above all others... most practical to me... the mushrooms of mysterious unknown emerging from the angus anus droppings... a cooled and mellowed pile ...a fairy circle of them free ... upon the splat... the beef critter shat... the magic lingered a while... and there not without, but within... a glimpse of truth no incarnate sight and perception could know... yet there all the while... without anyone's permission ...I go... to be as intended... without price... I am free, and rich... and joyfully being saved... from my former belief in mediocrity... a way... but here not the way... just a painting of my own finger pointing.... or the sound of my bleating, bray... for though this fool of fools, persisted this long in his folly... I ask how wise could a such a fool as I be made?... but that answer has no importance in eternity ... the answer has no specific form or appearance until it is endowed by my awareness... coming about by me ... I cause... I perceive its effect ... circling until the salvation of Jesus Christ born in me from above as myself... awaken the walker to emerge from the eternity of tired routes well worn... from these mortal steps God rises again in my very being, as that ... whom is this... still as is it always was... from then through now to then again... we are ... I am... poetry escaped the grey shadows as color then... before time took its first tick... before you knew to forget all the "rules" made to keep you grey and raining... sunshine burned away all rainy days... and even those thunderous storm and rain clouds beautiful from this vantage... flashing brilliant bolts of electric currents through the sky's spacious hold... I find relief from my own weather in looking down upon it... that distance is a cloud falling like rain and steam rising to cloud... if that be salvation ...then to always be steady in that relief ... I be.... Being is happening no matter how many sweet hours are invested in the relationship with the regained state of consciousness... even greater works to be done... what thing could be endowed with the power to undo that which grants it all things and itself... Wholly... unto itself... that is all the dream is or was and yet will be... as you wholly unto yourself and at complete peace ...a greater or inconceivable seed of some yet unknown greatness could have ever been sewn without that deep whole union between myself and God in me as that is what I had been being... immaculate... without an awareness of...
