These days, warm they are.
I allow the cold, I don't protect myself from her anymore.
An ultimate idea, my heart surrenders.
Everything I know, I have integrated into my being.
The unconscious is eternal.
Under that first layer of experience exists so much.
Not just history. Also the future.
In that hidden being there is no time.
Just being. An enlightened being that can be compared with a god.
A layered being that moves by the will.

The true nature of the soul, is surrounded by love.
That love speaks many languages.
The language of hate, or selfcomforting reasons,.
The self is in all, and all is one.
The art of change, the growth, the decay, the perishableness.
The dark, the light.
It is one in the soul, the form that consciousness takes after years of seeming experience/growth.
Because with every experience comes growth.
With every deep emotion comes a moment of learning.
This lets the conscious mind act .
The higher self, the soul's core, converts to accesibility, to understanding and compassion.
That is the change to the waking self, in which cause and effect are very clear.
In which the magic begings to work.
The machine turned on.. so to speak.

Magic is bringing into life.
The inner higher soul, of the self, of others, of gods and demons.
Bringing into life and destroying of idea-worlds.
The power lies hidden in everything, everybody.
Though.. the power of will has to be stirred up.
Godlike inspiration for the flight.
The overwhelmingness of the allknowing eye, letting it shine over the world.
Embracing the mortal as the immortal.
When the will is trained, the spirit lives on.
The thoughts that make us suspect.
Through the primitive instinct.
Through all layers of consciousness, to universal consciousness.
The world is a playground of souls.
Playing, fighting, crying, laughing.
Schemes are being layed, there is being hunted.
There are secrets and stories.
There are lies and embraces.

All beings of light are connected with their history, and their pre-history.
They are dimensions of change, portals for time, sex, awareness.
Flesh rots for a reason.
And there is a reason why flies lay their eggs in there.
Nothing escapes the eye of life.
It is a perfect circle of creation and decay.
The mosses on the forest floor feed on the fallen leaves and branches.
One day you will day.
Don't fear death.
We live everyday to rediscover our selves.
Change in consciousness.
Literature, art, substances to alter consciousness on an intelectual level.
Let it be omniscient.
Therefore the soul must be conquered on an emotional level.
The embrace of the self, the coming into being and the being of the self.
By discovering the own hell, embracing one's own mortality.
By being aware the 'All'.
By creating consciousnees around one's own actions.
Allowing the light into the head.
The light of the higher self.

Once the self is conquered, one can see the play of dark and light.
The play of nature. The play of cause and effect.
WHen the soul is conquered then the will can create after god's ideas.
Then the doors to universal truths can be opened and the magic can do it's work.
The work of revelationary changing consciousness.
Letting the soul transcend the body, to return to the body.
STate of trance or hypnoses.
The suggestion of enchantment, true enchantment.
By musing, repeated words, sentences, symbols.
Life through creation.
Dying of the weak wood.
A full of courage, lusfull, victorious person.
That says no to oppression.
That says yes to development.
With open heart and open eyes.
Let that be for all people.
Let us celebrate the dark in those special moments.
To release our demons that keep us down.
Alcohol, sex, drugs, they have to be used in excess to a climactic state in which the universe reveals her truth and negativity can be cast off.

So have a nice day..

Peace, Love and Nakedness

Geert