Emotional Negotiations between a rock and its own quantum entanglements
(Example Number Nine)
"The path less traveled is always rough, and those who do not know are still walking in places that you have had enough."
Part A
The universal heart beat meets Earth prayer sweeps from the hands of a peace privateer, on earth day, in front of city hall with good loving people circling in drums realigning our behavioral frequencies to match up with the universal star streaks sliding through the garden of our highest possible purposes!
Detachment vs attachmentExtraction vs abstraction Association vs disassociationDesire vs fearConstructor vs constructActualization vs realizationUnderstanding vs inner-standingService vs purposeExtension vs exception
This is how we prove the rules.
The ectoplasmic goo that takes form in every chrysalis will tell us exactly how the caterpillar is not a butterfly, and why the butterfly is not a caterpillar. Observe, nature take it's course at peace between wars over attention, making certain that no act of deception neglects the connection shared amongst those who know their own personal way back to the universal source of absolute affection! Natures most rewarding expression established by its most natural intention! (To ground and bond.).
Reishi adversity quotient with highly adaptable social and emotional intellect levels that never give up on making peace... in full form... regardless of circumstantial dispositions.
Peace for the middle east! (made in China) [built to last] {who bought out all that stock in oil from the Rockefeller family?}
Part B
2020: resolving spiritual material awareness...
The black angel shook the earth to reveal its true worth...
The first value was of self...
Selfish inconsiderate people who did things in search of acquisition or gain could not appreciate the full extension of likenesses with their own kind and fell off the raised table of life and on into the shagged carpet of melodramatic loss and despair ...
...Meanwhile, people who did things for the compassionate joy of this existence, out of the kindness of their emotional experiences with a universal evolutionary process towards a greater, inward facing beauty, unifying the creative appreciations of one consciousness, were served in celebrations with the three course meal of fulfillment and purpose...
The second value was art...
The selfish inconsiderate people who sought out ways to escape their despair painted furiously across their canvasses and worked themselves up into a frenzy only to discover that no one in whole entire universe would be more deserving of their radical self expressions, other than themselves...
...Mean while, the people who learned to love where they were at drew in serenity along the pages of notebooks and brought themselves to peace discovering, that, with all things, came the service of, reminding each other, to love...
The third value was music...
The selfish inconsiderate people would seek a combination of pitch and tambour in various tones repeating old songs that carried on the feelings of obtaining the kinds of success that they had hoped to achieve...
...Meanwhile, the people who passionately surrendered themselves to the energetic connections that were living and breathing in the vibrational references to renewable air collisions generated by the sound of new songs which carried on the feelings of excitement and wonder that others had always wanted to explore....
The fourth value was poetry...
The selfish inconsiderate people would write extensive memoirs expanding upon the autobiographies about their restless fight against nervous tension and their inability to sleep while surrounding themselves with unseen enemies...
...Meanwhile, those who wrote, to lay rest, to the little limericks and prose dancing around the cosmos of their minds, were able to carefully plan out each moment as it arose. They took a great pleasure in the satisfaction of these happenings happily there after as they played a role in each others dreams, ...both at night and during the day...
The fifth value was comedy;
The selfish inconsiderate people forgot how to laugh, they could barely force air out into a sound with actions representing laughter, a few chuckles or a short chortle, snickering with a couple of hoots to holler about. They would gather in attempts to provoke such things, in the likeness of laughter, by using sarcasm mixed with the slap stick sufferings of those less fortunate then them. But, no matter what they did, or didn't do, they were never able to redeem the complete spirit of being jovial and so continued wandering along the melodramatic shagged carpet of loss and despair looking for ways to survive and feed off the losses of disparity, disparaging each other like gas lit lanterns in need of more addle-wood oil...
...Meanwhile, those who were able to conjure up true laughter made contagious contractions of their diaphragms, resulting in audible rhythmic collisions of air molecules through their raspatory systems and out into the universe.
They would tickle each other, and tell humorous stories as they acted out exaggerated character traits. However, they would always remember to bring things back to the spirit of gratitude in which all their joy was saved from the void of stolen moods...
Forever kept in unity upon the raised table of life graciously sharing in the three course meals of fulfillment and purpose...
The black angel shook everything up so much, and so hard, for so long that the matters of life's greatest movements could barely move any further through the thick viscous space of times undying energy...
Eventually every bit of coal was crushed into diamonds and all mixed igneous formations of various mineral deposits were melted into gold...
Those who could laugh at them selves while finding joy in the musical passions of their poetic arts were gifted a new sense of self worth with diamond encrusted gold bracers wrapped around their limbs reflecting the nature of their beauty which had been growing wildly with in...
An epiphany followed them every where and inspired the motivations driven by a love for all that will be, and ever once was...
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