12bHTUSOM Where WillPower Shadows the Mind

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Voluntary verse Involuntary

the seasons and weather pattern are a visualrecondite of the mind, and moods deriving by its

physical cohabitation. A proximity notion grows bysight on a white cloud formation in whirls against

the blues which, wakes up a psyche force. Themind as gentle, silent and irreverent than each

lucid silver veil that gradually vanishesbehind the fluffy white fleece. Shadowed

by a darkening inner mood that coolsthe atmosphere, streaks emerges,

rising while convoluting around achimney the mass of leading

tadpole head, and overwhelming the spirit of space. A forceemerges, accentuated by watching a tropical downpour of a

learning morality Seeing streams of water runs vanish while

stration, Composition of the mind:

abstract; Quasi butterfly shaped, the quasar of theoul sits shy in the brushwood that nonetheless arehe umbilical strings of the harp which orchestrates

biorhythm. till then the mind is in a spatial vacuum.

he tree trunk and necklace of the mind, siphons thend, to route through while physically grounding and

root the mind.

Illustration, explained:

A person holds one's willpower by the vacuum cmotor, while believing he grooms his spirit. skil

manipulations, deeply rooted by his physicexistence. Yet, the willpower is at odds with a mthe vacuum choreographing his plays, his stag

puppets.

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mental currents, the one is just as inefficient in a spell of trance, than the other in anaggressive fury. trance and fury are at extremes, and valuable at physical levels, of whichthe inadvertent moral has recourse to a higher levels when the psychic messenger isgiven a voluntary surgical transcendent bypass for an outer body experience, the conditionsattached are given by the soul at birth, pulling vocal strings that rhymed; "Till death does uspart!" Not forgetting transition death.

A child grows up with a mental notion at its physical level to which is meddled theincompatible willpower. Getting to adulthood, the notion grows to that of a forced marriage.The absurdity intensifies with age, when thinking back to the day driving that brand newbody out the factory. Ignorant of growing by the whims of a sprightly nave know-all oldfactory spirit. In person the strains of life in an ongoing taming of billowing sails riding thesurges of wild ocean waters. Yet, through wild winds and on calm seas, the dexterity isabout that old spirit lugging a person's life through the cycle of evolutive Pleiadsa.

The spirit transgress the laws of physics, firing from the vacuum of space arrows asminuscule that each is coaxial in a ray of light. A light ray drilling a path with sails streamingrainbow colors that intercept and gauge matter rays in astronomic numbers, a flashlightbeam of sight that grabs a gregarious humid night street reflecting in confusion the facades

in rows of dancing neon lights. There, an hair on the head is the gateway to the tree-of-lifethat opens a flocculent in-leaf swirls, with entry from a street life to the spot in the jungle ofthe brain. The stage shows a spatial movie mere dreams of hope and deception incitingas means to conquer life itself. waves of colors, rhyme with the music dissolving whilefeeding one's body with contradiction of residing organs, and hormones dispelling and

puffing up the bodily latexb of the skin, offwhich a chalky residue, and dusty last phase of

energy, like a dying sunlight shaft in the shade, the little remaining energy escapes by alevel of porosity and puffs up an aureole which, in turn pulverizes an atmospheric sense ofone's existence in our unique spatial bubble.

Life in a Mighty vacuum

We don't lack the ability to be that idol, and for cause about that unique atmosphericsoap bubble afloat in space. We are able to see our reflection in the crystal ball held high in

the palm of our hand,which with a clairvoyantadmiration read ouregocentricity. There to seethe mysteries of the filterswe slot to mind, or thefilters we search but don'tunlock at a physical levelof our existence.

Sitting as an idol inthe current generation of awater glaze outlined by thebathtub. The pool of an

Illistration, Symbolic and Abstract:

the jacuzzi is the current generation, the jet is a

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hemisphere of a spatial bubble and an idol's zodiacalc oasis. It is magic to know that ourunique bubble, is the ninth and hold our existence, with eight pipes open to other worldsd.Knowing that our life is quasi dictated withing that bubbly confinement, and where quasifeathery fingers, from a virtual butterfly's wings, play a soft strings music at the harp of oursoul. The music that orchestrated our idol's existence to birth, and is seducing s/hebushwhacking a pathway ahead of a physical life.

The virtual butterfly of the soul which, has given me a narcissistic face of myexistence by a beacon of consciousness at a time when I was mature enough into myadulthoode, and cleverly manifested in the distant blues without the spec of a physical bodyorbiting about. It is a spot that one can't pin point, yet the lairs of living, existential amongsta cognitive dust from the physical dead souls. Then, at the moment of becoming aconscious being, grabbed by the sails of colors driven by light and taken at piggyback bythe rings of miniaturization. On the rhythm of the octave of gravity, I evolved gainingawareness of my surroundings. the iridescent colors gain mass, like a dream churning outthe earth at a time of a waking morning's solar light and a tangible reality space divingamongst the living.

Yet, in the earthlings' notion of an extraterrestrial world there are planets and

constellations, which the soul outplays by its luminescent bubble which, arc of parallax iscoated with a reflective two-way mirrorf, a dome symbolic of an open parachute, whichcanopy mirrors the activities at the end of the parsec's suspension lines anchored to avirtual point of parallax that shifts on the plane of the bubble's hemisphere. The shifting ofour physical existence, taking our living idol through the rotations of the earth, and alongwhile the globe is in orbit around the sun without the scoop through the earth's solidaffecting the cup of the bubble.


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a /...Expressing a terms of seven years, the first is childhood, the second teenager's puberty and so forth...b /...The spiritual suit of the skin,c /...The writer doesn't claim to be an expert in the zodiac, only sufficient knowledge to make reference and by

no means interpret the oracle related thereto.d /...Making reference to the representation of the Atomium...e /...The story to elaborate needs revision before publication...f /...The mechanism is too amazing ans subject of another story.

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