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[mud]

And the tree is me.

And the tree is teaching me..showing me fresh mistletoe berries. Glowing, living moss pentagrams in line between setting sun and moon.
Those ice rainbows are common.
The tree..is pathworking me. Lead me up a cliffface where i removed 7 nails from a mighty kurrajong that overlooked these 'booby mountains'.
showing how to make golems..and navigate immortal pathways..create horcruxes..

On a Wednesday..Odins day..I nearly hanged. Walking up massive structures, at strange angles only to find I dont know how to get down. Not able to trust my eyes. I nearly jumped..but a huge rusty nail could have snagged and steered me over. I removed the nail in this most impossible place..and the tree side said ( I ).
In the valley below, I found (+)
And today I found a upward pointing arrow. All three runes were demonstrated within a deep growing split on the tree, or part of its gnarly regrowth and in the world around them. I didnt hang for 9 days or nights... but I did discover 7 secrets. 6 small steps, and one long pause. The secrets of the creation of the universe.

This is a sigil gone mad. A godform born of plantworking bliss. Fueled by grog and smoke, and elevated through electronic and psychedelic universes - I wrote a comic book character, to act as spiritual Avatar for my awakening. For my immortality.

It's like I slung a halo lasso over my demon self..at once accepting the devil, but surrendering him to God.. and in conceiving of a spiritual path, i've created a spiritual path. I witness the living interaction of a selfmade universe.. a vehicular bubble within the all... yet much larger than my ego, or body self.
I am the trees i've hugged, the plants ive eaten and the walks ive taken. The mushrooms i've spread, the veg in the bed and the mud in your head. There's a city wide map of made, through sacred communion with rock lines that express deep movement and fertility of the ancient world below.
Today I photographed a mimi spirit.
Stumbled 6 steps back from a tree, only to find myself line with a heart shaped stone. It pointed a path into a 100m tall boab like tree, that was dead..but stood living like a shadow- with 3 humongous wombat holes beneath..birds nests all over it..herbs and veg all around it..and literally hundreds of replicas springing up from the roots around it.
It like I witnessed the fractal in motion. I saw the shape of one life spreading out. And understood more wisely, the action and motion that secures endless conscious rebirth. Oh, and this path! a special doorway, one branch resting upon another- needing only the right knowing..and understanding.. all manner of elven technology emerges.

Fark. I think the trees zig zag through this valley. I believe I maybe descending the ladder of life, into matter by following the waterline and sacred places of this city from head to toe. At first I knew I played along..but now it plays with me. The faces..and the magick is unmistakable. Its like childhood has returned..along with the joy of eating cake, and jumping wildly and smelling the wind. Spring is preparing itself.. and so are field of flowers..bees and insects. The million worlds nested within the multitude of this great Kurrajong tree..the last to still hold uncorrupted seed..and also scores of fancy beetle, bug and worm. I'm meeting gods..and melding worlds.. and grounding deep.

The straighter I stand...the higher I fly, and the deeper I end : )

And the faces! Giants..elves..fairy.. they've all returned! I dont know where they went..but I understand this deeeply intimate, alive and personified world again, with all of my senses awake, sober and sensible.
It's great to be alive. And so easy to work with a self that is not, and yet is myself.. and yet not, but God..and also something else. It's the only way I'd want my mind to roll.
On fantastic, delicious, joyous, productive, selfless bliss and giving. The gift of Acorns i've eaten all winter long. The truffles, and morels and chantarelles i've heard and been
and all the glorious freedom of being me, and nothing else
with the courage to live it, and give it
and plant it and be it..

the tree
and
peace
and
mud

[mud]

And a week later the signs are revealed. The tree let me plant my roots with it, and the number 7 sings.

The prayer was,
"please tree..let me keep my home..plant my roots..and grow with you,if karmically correct and for the highest outcome of all beings. If it is not right that my tree plants here..please protect and organize an outcome for my greatest good, and for all concerned."


I was allocated (numerologically) a number 7 flat. On a hill, on whose highest point stands the number 7 tree

I went for a little 'scoot', on right about sunset. Found a lovely little razor fold out by a bin and let the wind fill my sail.
On my my way back, the trees face called from the shadows. I looked closer and was given another 'rune'.
After our introduction, I moved over to the park and had me a good ol' swing.

And yes, it is a miracle. I've finally made home. I live by the greatest tree in the suburb..with church bells, minutes from the town heart. With sprawling space, and wide open views..

shit, i dont know what to say. im unfathomably greatful..to have suffered and served so much..
and now this mad monks earnt his pension. A lifetime provision to do nothing but me..and to raise consciousness outside the consensus. Don't know if this is magick..or God.. or me.. or all of it..or something else. But it's good, ay?
: )

I just want you to serve too. To know yourself as ALL..and to recognise what you must do. To fall back into the divine hands of grace that is your birthright.. To follow the trail wherever it leads. To climb every mountain, cross every bridge and overturn every stone until you find it. I wish that you knew this all, right now. That this was proven and shown. That stars shoot, rainbows surge and lightning bolts through every fibre of your being. That it is the only, obvious way to live- with heart and for others.

I've hacked the reality matrix directly, and its fucking rad.
Playing super Mario realtime,

and upgraded reality bending light being. Why not? It's a better story than 'Home and Away'. Phuck the consensus script. Majik is back. And I now you'll be seeing more of it. There is no oppressing consciousness. It HAS to prevail. Isn't that wall all the kiddy cartoons taught us? That good always wins? lol.

Every day, i feel more and more of my self returning. More and more memories riding wind, stuck in water..images, sounds or places.. its as if, while humanities horcrux dissolves.. mine becomes clearer. The contents become purer.. and structure, ever larger.
Like waking up into oblivion.

Maybe the selling point is this: honour your mama, relate intimately with all nature - and get ANYthing you ever wanted. Or, ever needed. Want dissolves into need. Need gives way to ecstasy. lol.
Ecstasy gives birth to everything. Ever new joy. Never ending excellentasia!

And here's to that!


Peace and mud

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Edited by mud, 10 August 2012 - 08:23 PM.

[chilli]

I enjoy reading these ravings of yours mud, I hope you keep them coming.

[Micromegas]

Yeah I am with chilli on this one, some very beautiful and cryptic lines in the heady mix.

[mud]

: )
I'm still waiting for all y'all jaws to drop at the number 7 tree!

Everyday since, im just like WTF! lol
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Im dead set sure, that eventually I'll be able to see through these eyes in the trees and stuff. Remote viewing style, or something.
A couple weeks back when more of this tree thing started to make sense. I would smoke some trees, and receive dialogue or imagery relating to some or other tree, or type of tree. Today, I didn't find actually find the tree I was looking for..
but realised it was in a place that i'd known for years now. Trees are collecting me.
Or I am collecting trees.

I trained some kettlebell. Wore these footgloves, did some balancing drills to warm up for a workout.
I'd just delighted in the notion that i'd actually got to photograph some wicked 'foot morphology'.. that is, 'proof' to a very public, and accessible main stream health and fitness forum.. that i'd consciously been able to re-arrange the bones and muscles in my foot.. and even seen tendon morph to muscle, or back into tendon.
Which, (i reckon) does happen to be true.. To my experience. And to my camera. Anyhow..
as i'd been bashed, and lathered and heaped with fear and judgement, criticisms and persecution over such outlandish claims,
I walked out onto my balcony to get a little air. I noticed my Maidenii dancing in the wind. Dancing was an understatement. She was swaying, writhing, see-sawing forwards and backwards in the wind,
upon the 7 major roots she has grown, and butressed around the base of her trunk. I'd never quite noticed that detail before then. LOL!!!
Anyway, from above this activity looked like the tree was trying to rock itself out of the ground, to pull up its feet and go for a nice walk. And the configuration of roots, normally beneath the surface, did indeed resemble the point of contact where a well balanced foot meets the ground.
This is all just nice metaphor..im feeling the wind, the trees response..the teacher..
and then I remember the branches. I've seen Acacia leaves turn into branch, and back into leaf again.
It was all there! Right in front of me. A pleasant little confirmation that nature is glorious, and we can actually become this grandest expression of gratitude
for knowing the incredible truth.

I dont really know who to tell. It's hard in these green stages. There is no gap between the greatest imagining, and simplest logic. It is total, fluid recall.
It seems so damn easy. That little step between mud, and tree.
ND i GET so much great fire from stirring the pot.or kicking the beehive..
more than
ive found in the eager, supportive and kindhearted generosity of others friendship. Never had that. Never found how to lovingly step again and again, beyond achieved goal into greater and greater awesomeness..and realization, and being, and doing..

havent you always known that was what you were meant to do? To remember God playing as child, and then wake everybody else out of that dream? Until you were floating above the ground, jumping from stars - shooting through ecstasy, into bliss in every happy moment?
I remember my child. He is me again, and young. Around about 12. He got ignored, and assaulted and defeated in so many ways..until my adult could help him back again. But now im here, I eat cake and shape rainbows and laugh louder than traffic
and
its time to do more than paint, or carve or play lego.
It's time to build ideas which conquer the slavetraders,
and spawn into mushroom coloured dragons that devour humanities pain. It's time to video proof how to step beyond your genetic, and physical limits.
Its time, and im so ready for it.. to see the headline:
"You are god! Science proves he existence of the human soul"
and to get on with the fucking good stuff. We've had enough of violence, and fear and want. What a bunch of nonsense!
I can see my pectoralis insertion expand, ripple and change shape to become the belly of my chest muscle. Hands or feet, literally surrender hard tissues to soft..and appear and act and manifest frog like function..
And speaking of chests, not disections.. I thought it was my very own breast cancer, at 14 when the 4cm cyst under my nipple wouldnt heal..when the doctor said surgery was the only remedy.. and when I disappeared it,
or when the stars shoot on cue, and the rainbows hang vertically from the sky.. or when whole mountains are moved with the tone in ones voice..
when lightning strikes on the horizon behind your fingertips..
and when you remember the silly game you've been playing on yourself..
its remembered,
that you never had to fight the spoon to bend..
just remember that you areing..the spooning.. bending..
awareness-ing.. (of space time)-s fabric, and nature and personality.

NOW

I still want to punch fear in the face. Even though there is no fear..and its only my face..
so is this just an echo?
The light of an already dead star, fading? My after image in the mirror?

nothing, don't know, who cares.

LAUGH!!!
and laugh some more
Cos the game seems to last forever, until you think its finished.
Make sure to enjoy it, whether it makes sense or not!

Peace and
mud

[Stillman]

LAUGH!!!
and laugh some more
Cos the game seems to last forever, until you think its finished.
Make sure to enjoy it, whether it makes sense or not!

I really like this