Comfort in a cup of coffee

I make a coffee, and after drinking it, I sit for a moment.

I glance inside the cup,

at the grounds that come from the cradle of civilization,

and look for order in the chaos.

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To enter the previously censored mode, found in the swampland

of the planckian field caused by blackbody radiation,

I take control and shake out the excess to avoid the scum

that is often found in the filthy rich and the dirt poor.

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Stripped to my very essence, I call upon the traveling spirits

with courage, determination and strength.

They nourish the souls that are passing through lifetimes

in a world that is threatened by mankind.

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Peeking through a keyhole into my mind

I wander in the liminal zone, as a human,

who is a part of the environment.

I have trained my mind and gained skills and knowledge

so I can honour the gifts of pareidolia

that I have been offered by my ancestors.

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The spirits ignite a source of the weakest forces.

Hydrogen, the first element that forms in the sun

bonds, merges and slowly changes,

forming the elements up to iron in the solar incubator

that explodes into the ethers.

Through coupling and annihilation hydrogen reacts

and makes up all the other elements.

Hydrogen unites the sulfurous stench of hell

with the sweet smell of esters of heaven.

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The power of Hydrogen passes through an environment that is not closed.

Meteors follow the path of least resistance,

Hydrogen moves as light,

on the golden path described in traditions or dogma.

Hydrogen passively makes water and fire flow

moving from high to low concentrations.

Hydrogen works it's magic in plants that pass energy

to the lymph and blood that pass through the heart and brain of man

and briefly illuminates the darkness.

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I sense the electrostatic connection to more than the self.

Sacred wisdom moves as the energy of the spirits travels.

Being at the right place at the right time,

the spirits enter and independently perform mathematical calculations

of temperature and pressure and determine tangents,

to create thoughts that riddle the lattices and perforate the labyrinths

beyond the ethmoid bone of the viscerocranium

that runs to the hypothalamus and pituitary,

and through the neocranium that uses light

to link the pineal and visual cortex.

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The patterns of the grounds, within the cup, create an abyss.

I am aware of Rorschach's tests and I dare to look, without fear.

The spirits moving in the third and fourth dimension of the vacuum,

slow down, and become a frozen, fixed- two-dimensional flattened solid.

The living spirits of the past form shapes in the light and dark shadows.

They emerge from the subconscious in this safe place.

They tell me what I am thinking.

They silently communicate what I do not know I know.

The images the spirit offers, suggest what is required for survival.

I can view them without moral judgement that holds shame or fear.

The spirits use the cognitive behavioural abilities

of what has been learned from what is seen, remembered and respected

of conventions and institutional structures

to awaken the soul within the sleepwalker.

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There is anticipation.

What is seen in the cup might reveal some clues

that may lead toward divinity or divination

that may help with survival, along the still path.

What might be seen could turn an irritant into a pearl,

or help with accepting a great hardship that cannot be overcome.

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First a flash, then rumbling thunder

shakes the grounds that are older than my roots.

The spirits connect to the new days dreams that are being born.

There is a psychic collaboration with nature

that shifts from an obligate to interdependent relationship.

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I am united with Priests, Druids, Shaman, Reiki masters,

Tea Masters and Energy healers who are stewards of the stillness.

I literally translate what nature, the wise, classic author

is showing me, about how to read the signs of nature, as if they were runes.

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I listen to the winds that whisper a long-lost truth

through the tree of life described in the Bible, Merkabah and sephirot.

I rest under the Bodhi-tree, in Indra’s net,

and see the budding lotus petals support a hundred million worlds.

Infinite combinations of reflections of the Greek platonic solids

move along the paths of the spheres that follow the logarithmic constant e,

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E is the Egyptian symbol of a praying man in jubilation.

Exponential human population growth over the last 10 years

equals what had originally taken 1800 years to achieve.

Fibonacci expansion occurs in harmonic proportion.

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The natural animus is never sustained in its original form.

It is scaled and sometimes,

experiences cause it to have compound growth or deficit.

It is best not to look directly in the eye of the animus’ new life.

but to look at nature’s message through the eyes of the skull

found in the soul’s center.

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I look for a balance of the dark yin and light yang.

The male yang qualities work by domination with all or none action.

The male pumps out the seeds, completely at one time,

into the feminine yin receptacle.

In the dark still womb of the sacred feminine

a seedling grows as an invited parasite.

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Ontology appears to briefly recapitulate phylogeny.

The embryo grows a tail and gills

that unites humans to a greater whole,

that includes those who belong to the world of the inner dragon spirit.

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The message of a primitive reptilian brain,

is shared with many animals.

The message of the spirited reptilian complex

comes from the reptilian Sauropod, Massospondylus

that makes up the roots and branches of the human tree of life.

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I see through the eyes of cosmic serpent that climbs the tree of life

with toroidal forces that can funnel energy along chakras

and zip DNA open and closed

as it moves through the fascia and meridians.

The message is carried within the blood that flows

along the path of the ouroboros that eats its tail.

The serpent sheds its skin and is reborn, with the same forces

that are used to choreograph the dance of the honeybee

in the staggered cells of the hive.

Going in one direction, then the opposite,

the path forms two loops and the sign of infinity.

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The reptile does not learn from mistakes.

The reptile is prepared to defend against Fear born of ignorance

and Fear stored in memories, stories or experiences.

Fear drives the endless hunt to find balance that reduces pain and anger

and to avoid mistakes that lessen the chances and bounty of the win.

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Hopes and striving, intention and actions,

drive the fires of passion in the heart of the human animal

that forge the key that opens the cage of the beast.

The human animal works with the beast to predict hardships,

overcome barriers, and survive within the pandemonium.

As dreams are realized, new pressures evolve.

Knowledge is gained and changes what is known

about the beauty and fears of the beast in the human animal.

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Without wishing for more, the symbols in the cup

transmit to the conscious mind, what is easily refused as truth.

In the stillness, the spirits continue to flow gently down the stream.

They pass, as a power of nature’s forces and nourish the next living soul.

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For a few brief moments, the dredges in a cup of coffee,

or sometimes the leaves used to make tea for the tillerman,

offer a gift of comfort from the drudgery to the stewards of the still.

It feels like the old times are back again, again.