Just to wet the whistle so to speak ! ! +

Being of light'

The Sun rises slowly, still, within the folds of mists shards dancing low amongst the trees.
The Warrior stands, arms stretched above his head.
He exclaims,

"It is a good day to die"

Musing with this comment inwardly smiling, he collects provisions for the "Ceremony of Seeing" and wanders slowly into the woods.

Leaving all concerns of family house and life behind.

In a glade within the woods a large Oak tree fallen is used as "Mesa".
A top along the great trees trunk,
Wand and Staff are placed with care.
A red silk bag of Rue he places around his neck and begins to chant.

Slowly the rhythm rises and falls.
Hands busy with preparation of intent with herb and spice.

Laced clay is placed within a pipe and offered to the sky.

Reaching forward he grasps at the ground and tears clod of earth and grass, smearing face and hands.

Still chanting the Warrior rises and lights a candle and incense, placing oil upon Staff and Wand, he bends back his head and cries with pure desire of self and life at the universe that surrounds.

It is time.

Anointing himself with oil the Warrior sits cross legged upon the ground, strikes Staff on tree and smokes the pipe.

There is an inner shudder, a shift of energies, colours evolve like tentacles, blues, greens, yellows, reds.
From a centre, outwards ever evolving.
Everything momentarily is seen as if a great plume of electric peacock feathers, majestically swaying and ever changing.

He stands and surveys the land.

Everything alive, spiked with the intensity of life, beauty in everything, colours electric.

Curved tentacles of blues and greens explode and rythe like from the centre of an eye, always flowing outward energies from within.

Suddenly a wave of energy, pure as lightning grabs him and he begins to shake.

Lightning energy from a centre within pointing outwards, like a star, energy coming in.
Faster than light.
He is physically hit by wave after wave of incomprehensible energies and mumbles,

"Will I die this day"

All light and energy of the universe focused at this point answered firmly,

"No"

From centre of thought he was separate from this entity, but all of biological self was held together by the energy of the
"Being of Light".

All thoughts are answered instantly, whole being flying through cosmic space at light speed.
This entity, everything consciousness could conceive and more.
Immensely more.
Pure personification of life force and blinding diamond white light.
It travelled with him, is part of him, is still with him.
Immensely harder than diamond, with forcefulness of life creation and continuance greater than atom bomb exploding or solar suns colliding.

Equal balance of energies.

Like a huge dragon creature of light ever moving this entity command complete obedience and respect.

Upon gazing at the dragon entity who's body was greater than all conceivable dimension, everything perceived becomes complex, beauty, all centred from an atom centre of codes and exchanges, atomic conversations.

Images of life evolved through many dimensions, flash within the Warriors eyes, multifaceted like a diamond, ever growing, ever diminishing.
Containing all memory and projection, knowing direction.
Nothing left to chance.

The speeds mind blowing as if thousands faster than thought.
The answers almost back before the questions complete.
Everything perceived in four dimension, and five, with substance of space, time and memory.

Alive and full of life purpose,

from rock to Ocean,

from seed to tree.

Participating in the orchestra of an infinitely complex beauty, slowly striking outward, straight, as light, outward, eternal.

Never returning to the same.

Sunlight bursts through the overhead trees upon the standing Warrior.

Electrical exchange of sunlight and body explode with visions of molecules colliding and exchanging energies so fast it almost becomes unbearable.

Physically all the molecules of body, feel, exchange, talking.

The spice now ripping around his body like whirlwind, resetting and realigning energies.

Wave after wave hits the Warrior and all internalised energies explode, but keep the same form.

Coils,

Springs in aura,
blues and electric silver, greens and yellows, reds, explode with symmetry, riddle outwards from his body everything expanded within the sunlight.

Sunlight of life!

All the colours Mazatec and vibrating.

Now the visions come colliding into physical force.

Visions of Mazatec, highly evolved beings, as if they have four arms, hands holding curved swords of light.

The Warrior crumples to his knees and chants.

Power is now drawn from chant.

The sword bearing Warriors covered in elaborate jewelry and garments of ever moving electric greens, blues, golds and silver.

Immensely powerful with big grins on there faces.

The Warrior chants, grasping Staff, and begins to dance.

Power taken from, all, converted through focus of minds intent to stand, righteous upon the endless onslaught of information.

The Maztec Warriors of power of time and knowledge of existence of life's continuation.

Great time travelers, levelers of dispute and War.

They tell of great wars to come, of land and sea.

Things the Warrior cannot comprehend.

The Warrior stands inwardly blinded.
Only now able to see a star like being hovering, travelling extremely fast.

Everything thing is connected, joined, evolved, travelling to see, because it can, this being of light, of interstellar travel.

Great visions of ships of greys and greens. Cigar shape and ribbed float within the void. Ships flash by lasers blazing, huge gawping holes within their hulls. Smaller attack vessels swarming like Bees.

Planet surfaces explode with orange yellow incandesence of molten destruction as huge mother ships cut them up with powerful light swords.

Stumbling now the Warrior cries out for water, grasping bottle and guzzling for dear life.

The waters landing within, radiate cleansing and life.

Slowly but surely everything folds back in as if through a funnel.
Energies refocusing back to self.

The "Being of Light" gives of the Warrior a gift of respect, of mutual acceptance of life and death, glimpsed in a nano second by each.
Existence always running the razor edge of the balance of life and death.

The Warrior learns great knowledge.

The Warrior learns of his quest.

To stand within the balance.

He closes his eyes and can see nothing but a blinding star radiant blues and silvers.

Eyes open everything is bright, also with meaning.

The star like being perceived from a distance.

The centre of minds eye rolls, gently like bubbles, molecules combining.

Lights of silver and blue flicker and dance, surrounded by a star like halo.

Aura recharged and centred.


The Warrior stands and smiles.

"It was a good day to die"

Power & Light'

Nobuoni +

I just saw this, and wanted to thank Nobu for the warrior on spice story - beautiful!

To Billy, I agree with the others here - this is the best medicine there is, the single best thing you can do for your body and mind. Just go for it. :-)