Waiting, hand on breast, eyes on you, tempest blessed, stormy gaze, wet hair, Mermaid vibe, smiling through the mist, the shadows, between me and you, the atoms, have electron clouds, I can't touch the inner part, but there you are, touching me, with your soul to mine, eyes ablaze in water wading, beautiful and alluring, wonderful and stirring, blessed be do you want me to be a Wiccan Wizard so I can kiss thee thrice and make it nice for you while you blaze your gaze into my depths and you have the little death, oh wicked one, oh water spirit, do you see the beauty of you, can you understand how it is to be looked at that way, as a man who wants your every pleasure?

Seda Mises Is Like Isis, Lovely And Strong

The Flower of Love

Dr. Seuss's Security Guard

A Time Ninja Chick, 54r4h

Crystal's Twisters

Jealousy, Lack and Regret at Albuquerque

I am blessed with an Army of One, her feline kid ninja unit of gymnast swimming cool progeny, and the strategic soul thoughts that she brings into the tactical world of spirit, the love that she builds is a mental kevlar vest against mental... harm, the protections of her ways are built on protocols hard earned in harsh days through battles that were meant to be lessons learned, and now in rest, in repose, after a series of psychic wars, in the Now, she builds a peaceful place among allies in the Land of Enchantment, and all is well with the world, there are no rumors of war nor cataclysms, there is only the calm sweet water of new creation welling up and out from the fount of soul named Molly as she works on a mission of being happy in a world she never made but in a cosmos she is the center of, each mind is a reality, Molly makes her way across the expanse of what we see and lotus blossoms crop up where her feet have walked, orchids and violets rise like phoenix flames from lower realms and express the beauty of Divine Feminine, and the proof of the experiment is that love wins, when you allow the past to be the past, the Now to flow with honesty, and we prepare for peace instead of war in this shared plane of co-existence.

Love to you and the Mollycules, may you be ever blessed and have every resource you need to be all you can be, to aim high, to semper fi and kick the ass of despair every time while you make reality yours with every action and thought, every movement and intent gleaning toward the next event of love and respect falling like mana from the sky when we learn to let go of Hell and walk on out and up into the world we were promised, Heaven on Earth, sprites and angels, redeemed demons and former thugs, all of us working in unison through the end of the age of hate and war and into the start of the endless time of love and peace that we merely must claim as ours and begin living in unison to attain. 

Love and Respect to the Mollycules at Albuquerque

Gawain's Fame, Valour and Courtesy at Albuquerque, New Mexico

Between The Lines of Force

Layers of articulation, membranes of node points, duality in order to see the magnitude of infinity spread out in front of thee, inward knowing at the same time, burning the soul candle at both ends results in a bubble of perception that manifests in pretty shape forms and angle angels rendered with fuzzy logic logos omness geometric circle precision.

Diamonds and choke points, circuit board under the transitors is what it is, no more, no less, while the soul in the silver and the diffuse gold in the aqua regia domain settle out in new patterns, unique each time in tandem with somewhat the same, alternating tri-current of create, protect, and destroy maintaining the vibration of reality's ones and zeroes.

Intent and will allow the oracle geometers to know the shape, size, and relative position of what we exist in but cannot perceive directly, there is some kind of correlary to the uncertainty principle going on, fractal reflection of duality taken up one dimension and styled with another axi of contention and possible harmonious convection patterns that the lower self just could not point to or conventionally grasp with the tools they had, but could only feel the pull of certainty in their astral organs from directions heretofore unknown.

J. Lopez - 2012

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