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Whereabouts in the gardens?

Picture within a Picture within a Picture within a picture, and so on and so forth

^Thanks^ VVV Gets 50g Mandragora officinalis root pieces, 50 Syrian Rue seeds VVV

"A larrikin is not concerned with the opinion of other people" - Wiki If that is true, then i wouldn't consider Australians(Sydneysiders) larrikins, in fact quite the opposite. Bare in mind that I only speak of the people ive come across in sydney.

That can have two completely opposite meanings. I like it very much. Anyone know a word that can describe- a sentence that has dual meanings?

I was brought up in the east but still have an idealized view to life being 'happy'. Although i have been greatly influenced by the western world during by upbringing in both good ways and bad. So maybe i picked up this idea from my western influence or maybe i picked it from my father whose name is 'Joy'. Either ways, as of now i think joy is finding a balance b/w happiness and paschō. Seems hard to accept 'suffering' but that just maybe because of years of negative connotations put onto it. Good thing you underlined the word Passion, as i believe that passion brings some suffering along with it, but the suffering is often subdued or quietened by the 'spirit' that also comes with passion.

Hey Mooksha, I shall wait for a fresher experience before I can elaborate further. Although in my experience it has more to do with numbers than time.

What do you guys think of 'film' (movies) as a communicative medium? Do you think it can be used to communicate spiritual messages? Do you think, as an audience member, that you may learn something from a film that helps you understand a situation in your life? Im not sure if this belonged in the creativity section or the spirituality section or both. Mods- please place it where it seems appropriate. I would like to ask more questions and have discussions if people seem interested in this topic.

Here is another i poem i wrote, based on parts of my life. It was wriiten to help me understand and accept some events in my life. I dont think ive still entirely understood. I also made a short video(from still) based on this poem. ____ The ignorant lap steal monster dance Come sit on my lap he said, I compiled, I had no such issues. Slaying my nerves like a lap steel guitar. Hung on to my memory so far a spin on the family value, corrupting my sensu-alue With renewed vitality I continue For acceptance, friend, You need to be happy You need to let go, of your straight belief. I have to see you do it, he said. I need proof that i destroy you. In my sleep they played. My eyes shut. My mind worked hard. Holding on Bringing me up. This angered my strength. And all that was left was a messed up me. As she slept near me, she musnt have been afraid. But she dint know the new me. Looking through, evil invaded the first bit of me. Disrupting family. Growing out of family. The monster decided on more teritory. Anger rising within me Cleaning the dishes, while messing up her wishes. She was alone home with me. Screaming, Angry the monster rose, Red, not pretty Grasping the chest of misery. Inflicted pandoras box on me. Made of honour. Maid of horror. Now the monster, secret and hidden. No one knew of him. Decided more public secrecy. He needs a seretary. He needs to be known Unknowingly. Picking up the first bait, poor little rich girl. Dint know what was coming of me. Unsurprisingly, her beauty destroyed the beast. And out peaked the real me, albeit temporarily. But then her body overcame me. Both literally Swimming in the shallow sea, I chose to be free and hide the monster from everybody, and my self and smoked along ignorant me. –––––––––––––– I would like to know what people think of it or rather what they understand of it and from it.

A plate less of platelets Being me has been hard as a drug fiend, i never really wanted to be ON drugs, just wanted to try them. I refer Ofcourse to the pharmaceuticals that im now on sitting here in my hotel room at Lilavati hospital. Just a few days ago, getting a little sick, and with too much filling my head i decided its now time for me to stop spoking pot. I had crossed the line, and every other line after that. Exhausted and Exhumed, my present partner had burnt out his lungs, he thought, while i had burnt out of my body, i believed. Chillum after chillum I'd decided to let go but only chose to hold on. This thinking had held on. None of anything anymore. 2-3 drags for 2-3days. 1 of nothing more. Clean as whistle i wanted to be. Admitted me. Drugged me. Confused me with dengue and or not malaria. A plateless of food, and platelets less in my blood. Spinning and Spinning in Spirals. Round and round the garden, thinking of my Condition. I enjoy but let me go, home. See my view, a sea of concrete. Look beyond.. See The Sea. Homeopathic, alleopathic, ayurvedic, reiki, antiseptic, Anti bacterial. Now its time for some fungus. Letting go my acidity, this constpation is getting to me. No enema is clearing this shit from me. I'll use my own intent to get rid of my ill intent ------ Lilavati hospital- the name of the hospital, in Mumbai Chillum- a pipe made of stone, used to smoke hashish or weed. This is a fictional poem. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.

Do any of you think that youd watch a short film that dealt with this subject. A person trying to have sex with their clone of the opposite sex. In a virtual/dream reality.

Whenever i read or am told someones dreams, the mind automatically starts forming an interpretation - so ive written what i thought while reading it, take what you need from it throw the rest out. Riding a horse- living life. hard to control, slipping off but getting a hang of it. Bearded fellow seemed older, wiser someone like a guide, through life or through this phase of the ride. The third eye seems a lot like the third eye, that you are able to see it- see what it signifies, and are not scared of what you see, but rather accept it and it comforts you. The chirping sound couldnt be interpreted. Didnt really pay attention to the way you dismounted it. Hope it helps in your understanding and interpreting. If not throw it out the window. Enjoy

Damn 11. Ive seen the numbers so many times, for the last few years. 11, 11:11, 22:22, 12:34 etc. At times it feels great to catch a moment like that. Sometimes i despise having seen it, as i havent been able to figure out what to think of it. Sometimes i feel like its telling me do something, guiding me - to change something. At weaker times in my life when ive looked at it, it inspires me or destroys me depending on the type of weakness. I think, now i see it as a symbol of significance. i.e - when i see it, the moment is significant and then i see if there is anything significant going on in my mind or outside. Although number "coincidences" still have me astonished, Im pretty sure my understanding of them will continue to change.