Descent to Fairy Spring

After a week and a half of monsoon rain, you can imagine the amount that the water levels have risen. This means huge, bustling waterfalls!!! I set out to my favorite backyard mt. Monadnock to find the Fairy spring (which I had heard wasn't that great). I beg to differ though, with the massive amount of water flowing down the mountain, the falls were quite the spectacle. Although, the sound alone was enough to lull one into a meditative trance.

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That plane of thought.

Speak to me in Colors
Tickle me with your Voice
the Transmissions of your Signal
FADE only to Return
Echoing that Hum
that i can FEEL with
ALL of my Being

you sent a Speckeld Visage
of your face
to me through a
Frequency where Molecules
Collide and Intertwine
where Change is Lucid

Physicallity Intermingled with
Ubiquitous Essences
Stardust in time ERASED
this Place is Mine and Yours

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feeling centered feeling tranquil
i should sleep more often

the internet is seriously de-socialising me

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I broke my sneaker today. my favorite Pumas...the ones that have the rubber nubbies that grip nicely to rocks so that I dont fall on my face. I'm sad. *weeping* They need a proper burial. I'm still coming up with the poem for their eulogy. It goes something like this...
"Worn out treads, worn out sole..." That's as far as I've been able to get *lamenting* they were too young to go so soon.

"When you have worn out your shoes, the strength of the shoe leather will have passed into the fiber of your body. I measure your health by the number of shoes, hats, and clothes you have worn out. He is the richest man who pays the largest debt to his shoemaker..." Ralph Waldo Emerson

i also may have come up with a name for my walking stick, on either the house, or harrington trail i left it at the "scenic vista" near a pile of ashes...so when i went back and found it, i thought hmm...Phoenix. but it is awfully cliche' the stick does allow me to fly. i'm still thinking about it.

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Channeling Energy

I woke early wednesday - to the sun that was finally shining. Made plans to meet Laura at Cosghall park - at 9 am. when i got there - had the plaace to myself. I went over to the swingset - to indulge in the nostalgic activity as an attempt to reminess in the simplicity of those younger years. I dug deep and recalled some incantation that had lulled me into the familiar rhythm of yesteryear. I had pointed my toes to the sky, and then back down again - lost myself in the repetative movement simple, steady motion combined with the rise, the fall and so on. I felt myself glide through the air, felt the breeze on my skin. Basked in the sunlight fresh in the sky. I felt this overwhelming feeling of contentness. I was blissful, I felt serene and upon closing my eyes I felt as though I were flying - I felt free. I looked foreward, directly in front of me was a enormously tall pine, and I had imagined it's placement to be square, centered, aligned with myeself, with my movements. I closed my eyes again, and felt it's prominent presence. I felt as though it was channeling energy toward me, lifting me up, and that I was vibrating at a higher energy level, able to accept beauty, able to be more in tune, able to allow simple coincidences my going with the flow, following the path.

~Probably inspired by the James Redfield novel that I had read in 02' called The Celestine Prophecy

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Our forecast is Miserable...
looks like a string of 7 more rainy days.
After seeing that after bearing with 9 already, I was about to get a start on my suicide blog entry. Instead I ventured out on a quest to: find springtime, go there as quick as possible, stay alive, and bring my 4 yr old cuz Kurt out of his Cabin Fever Slump.












The Butterfly Place in Westford, MA



It wasn't my intention for these
pics serve as free advertisment
I'm just fresh like that.








Except for the one pictured below.
I've allways been mesmerised my the metamorpasis of a caterpillar to a butterfly, and i'll admit, i've kept a few cucoons in peanut butter jars. But the way that the cucoons were strung up in this case was the most unnatural thing I've ever seen in my life.
I think a butterfly should see green when they come out of their cucoons, not unnatural fucking rows and rows of cucoons like they came off of a factory belt.

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Show and Tell Session

So, back in the day (Monday) before the clouds reighned the our skys...i found a place that helped me look at things from a different angle. Maybe it was a different perspective, in all...but my vantage point allowed for a bit of insight on my future.
Yeah so my great insight, my grand realisation, my prophecy...I need to get a fucking job. You know that when you start blogging like your getting paid for it, then you really need a job.





But yeah, great view of Monadnoch from the Cathedral of the Pines...
Beautiful place though. I think the most beautiful part of my visit was the gate that I had to leap over to get there. yeah, it closes at like 5, so i was abit too a late. but since no one was there i was able to get a blasphemous picture of myself on the altar. haha, i think the grand spiritual forces are cool with it though.

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The website that RUINED the INKBLOT (for me, at least):

InkblotButcher.com


Yeah, I could sit back and dream up scenarios for this inkblot over a few cups of chamomile.
It's a meditaion to allow the mind to wander...
FreeFlow.

My favorite question...
16. Try to find two flying insects in this inkblot. What are they doing?

Kissing
Having sex
Facing each other
Fighting violently
Holding each other
Dancing
Conversing
Eating
Flying
Dreaming
Arguing
Meeting
Thinking about what to do next
Nothing
I don't see two flying insects in the inkblot

Mandy

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5-01-06 poem Trailsght Pathbeam

Trailsight Pathbeam
The bedrock, splintered with wisdom,
holds gingerly to the roots.
it earnestly cradles the limbs
encompassing their sprightly essence
with wishes to grasp the
soul transmissions emodied by growth.
as a mutled stream of consiousness
echoes a streamy serene cadence,
it's familial buzz the hum that alludes to life.
the airy essence sweeps through
the breeze to mingle, to converse
amidst the bustling ions and atoms,
whispering a lull of icantations for the
pebble to re-root itself into the
trailing lims of the stump,
to forget about forever...Soothe.

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