Tag: stream of consciousness

If you take a step, if you go down the stairs,
 or up the stairs, if you travel through the woods, and trod upon the stones in
 the path, will you bleed, will you be more aware of the moment? 
 Walk, the light glimmers through the leaves, through the roof
 of this cathedral, stai ...
1 day ago
The birds soar up from me, small birds full of
 gold light, their wings fluttering, lift up release, how do I create something
 new, the belief that if you create it on the astral plane, you are giving this
 entity LIFE, it you keep investing this energy into this "being" y ...
2 days ago
I had an image in a dreaming this morning [the
 dream state, the dreaming, dream world, vision, meditations...] of men in long
 black winter coats and wearing dark bowler hats. They were white men, and
 they were looking for something in the forest "for me", but I wasn't&# ...
3 days ago
I've heard about astral flying astral projection,
 where you take off from the side of a cliff and fly glide over the valley, spiraling
 up the mountain peak, cruising so close to the streams in the valley that you
 can almost taste the water, well ruffle the leaves up stir up the fe ...
4 days ago
ever feel restless as you meditate, how do you
 know when you've been meditating too much, does the psyche get wound and then
 BOING, the spring is sprung and you unravel the other way, oh I doubt that, but
 I'm doing ALL sorts of things spiritual, no boast trust me, I'm just wonderi ...
5 days ago
Have you ever looked in the water, looked into
 a stream, breaking the surface, if the water is clear enough, you might see
 your reflection in that water, do we, not really but suppose the circumstances
 are right and you can look into that water and see YOU, the shimmering water&#1 ...
6 days ago
When a Billy Goat looks at you what is it
 thinking, ruminating on its cud, how far you are from it, and whether or not it
 can race you to the safety of the gate, i.e., drop kick BUTT, nah, I saw five Billy
 Goats today, three with red heads, and shoulders, bodies white, one all wit ...
7 days ago
Placing the palm of your hand against the stone
 wall, can you feel the crevices, the lines, is this stone growing warm
 underneath your hand, are the lines breaking open like an earthquake the world
 opening up, is that what you felt about you father always leaving, the wall,
 s ...
8 days ago
Sunlight came through the windows, I like those
 halls where the walls are more glass then solid fabric, wood, metal stone, the
 sunlight illuminated the hall the gold tinged framework, little church steeples
 each part of this hall, arches, the monk walked down this hall, glancing&# ...
9 days ago
Crouched on the stone next to the stream, the
 young lad, held onto the railing of the broken down fence, dark wood, just
 behind him, to the left, he reached out to the water, trying to catch the
 ripple, and then looked up toward the woods, the sky above the tree tops was
 gray ...
10 days ago
The dog trot ted down the street, tail wagging,
 long loopy legs almost tripping him up, well that's what it looks like, his
 tongue out as he continues on his merry way, his journey, waltz me around
 again, Winnie, oh, the man sat next to the pond, and she came up behind him,
 p ...
11 days ago
Recently, I wrote a piece using automatic writing/stream of consciousness, i.e., MEDITATION. I'm part of a writing group, and we had an assignment to write a prose piece which included 36 words, pulled from a hat. I did this piece in ONE SITTING - definitely STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I like th ...
12 days ago
ever walk along a stone wall, no neither have I
 but let's pretend, move up out of the woodworks, she spreads her arms, the long
 loose sleeves fall from her flesh like gossamer, finery wings, the path is
 firm, pebbles, packed, moving through the grass towards the shore, there is an ...
13 days ago
Sun splits atoms, energy cascading, sun son,
 the ball of light that passes ALL understanding, boom, okay, where the heck did
 that come from, begin again, the wall that splits two countries, Hadrian's
 Wall, heck the Wall of China, whatnot, but I like Hadrian's more, because that&#1 ...
15 days ago
Throwing a stone into the water, what is that
 impulse, because it's there, because you have dreams of seeing that stone skip,
 or just sheer instinct? The rocks behind me, which border this little
 alcove, sandy beach, are wet, dark rocks, but there is sand between these
 rocks ...
16 days ago
I've heard stories about the moors all my life,
 Bronte Sisters, Scotland, Sherlock Holmes, and I wish I could be there, to
 breathe in the smell of the peat, the moisture of the fog in the air, walking
 between the split wood fence, the gate open, the path, clear but the brambles,&# ...
17 days ago
I found the carcass of the house, the crumbling stone walls, was the roof made of sod, is that the reason why there is nothing "up there", I took the neighbor's mule with me, no wait, donkey, they let me stay with them as long as I helped them with the livestock fair enough, I rode on ...
18 days ago
Be Here NOW, in the MOMENT, I realized that,
 AGAIN, today, as I was walking in the woods, and the fact that I was so
 involved with my inner me, that I wasn't looking OUTSIDE ME -- so I
 deliberately looked at the yellow leaves. I looked for red leaves on the
 ground. And I no ...
19 days ago
The rusty nail that hasn't been used connects
 me to you, to the earth, to those who have passed on, swing the hammer up,
 hitting the forge, anvil, molding the new shape, embrace that nail, let's hold
 hands, breathe deep, I found a rusty nail under my cot this morning, where it&#13 ...
20 days ago
(I took longer today - I listen to the music,
 and put my meditation "photos" on slideshow - and as I'm
 contemplating the pictures, listening to the music, I'm doing my Kegel
 exercises. And I was having a good time - so I took longer....) 
 Following the shee ...
22 days ago
one two three four five six seven eight, relax,
 count to one two three four five six seven eight nine ten, tighten...these
 exercises seem to be working fingers crossed, okay, let's begin, look up at the
 blue jay the bird who seem translucent, eyes closed wish for the bird, my
22 days ago
Can I stand on
 a grassy shore, the edge of an island and look out towards the sea to see the
 mountains beyond that water, and watch the ripple of the sunlight in the water,
 always look towards water to calm down, focus, she wore a long white gown which
 billow in the wind the ...
23 days ago 1
That's the name of the exercises I've been
 trying to do as I meditate. I didn't know the name until today. I
 looked it up on the Internet and got the exact steps one must take to do them. 
 It's so embarrassing, but the way I figure it - what better
 time to BECOME BETTER -- ...
24 days ago
The tree at the side of the road is dead. 
 I'm standing at the side of this tree looking up at these branches - it is like
 a road, a map, and even without the life lingering, there is something majestic
 about this tree, a record of years past, that's what I think is wrong with&#13 ...
25 days ago
Barreling down the path, leaves flying, her
 steps was emphatic, and that made those dried missives scatter but they were
 still in vogue in color, the trees were parallel certain spots where you could
 step between these twin trees, souls joined and look down at the water drying&#13 ...
26 days ago
What would you do if you were listening to
 music that sounded like a heart beat? Is it a heart beating, is this a
 drum I'm listening to, if not WHAT, definitely sounds like a heart going in,
 out in out, the gnomes are marching into the earth their pickaxes slung over
 their s ...
27 days ago
He held a leash in his
 hand, was walking through the yards, whistling, that unmistakable call to a
 dog, dog named of Max, Max went by wouldn't you with a human who doesn't pay
 attention, I'd run for the hills climbing the three the girl with the braids
 and overalls, scaled a ...
28 days ago
I can't see the ceiling, the red lanterns
 hanging from the rafters obscure my clear sight, but the red shimmers, the wind
 is coming through the open temple door, and this hall is narrow, I see the
 sunlight at the end of this hall, glimpses of the out of doors in-between the
 r ...
about 1 month ago
When the light came on, she was startled by the
 shimmering red decorations, spangles mixed with gold, an array of stars falling
 from the milky way this is the stream of my subconscious, let's back stroke,
 looking up at the moon, hello lady, and the whispers of the trees in the win ...
about 1 month ago
Ever stand for a moment looking up at the
 leaves as they fall from the trees, this patio is wide, stones, old castle, and
 you can see the age in the stones, they have soak up so much moisture, looking
 through the archway, the door the leads OUT through the bridge, across the
about 1 month ago
Standing in the arched doorway, the roof is
 gone, the trees overhead seem to unit in their attempt to shield me from the
 elements, leaves float down into the room, and later send those messages
 scurrying through the door and open windows, this is a home past tense, and
 would ...
about 1 month ago
This is really nice music, and the video
 picture (YouTube) is a purple candle burning... I find it hard to tear myself
 away from that vision... BUT 
 full write ahead!!!! 
 When the candle flickers what do you see, do you see angels
 dancing on the head of the pin, d ...
about 1 month ago
I find myself sitting on some narrow wide
 steps, in the sunlight, holding a pair of long scissors in my hands, basking in
 the sunlight, the temple bell has struck, except this isn't a temple, this
 place is a relic of ages long gone, the shadow of the dome to the left makes me
about 1 month ago
I keep saying this is a seven minute
 meditation, but it is more like 14 minutes and ten seconds, i.e., I sit for the
 seven minutes and five seconds and then I write for seven minutes and five
 seconds, i.e., fourteen minutes and ten seconds, this has been so strange, I'm
 stari ...
about 1 month ago
he let go of the balloons they spiraled into
 the sky, multi-colored hope and aspirations, the woman laughed and the man doff
 his hat, they were parading in the park, Sunday afternoon, everyone was on
 patrol, time for gossip, and crumpets, home for TEA in the late afternoon, she&#1 ...
about 1 month ago
Standing in the library, the lights are muted,
 except for the desk lights at each chair, station, up in the aisles, on the
 second floor you can only get to these racks stacks through the spiral
 staircases, metallic staircases, this is almost like a factory, all made of
 metal ...
about 1 month ago
The light coursed through
 her like a knife, I am to heal, does the energy have to slice me, dice me, burn
 me up from the inside, and leave the ashes in my wake, don't know I'm jumbled
 up today, forgot part of my meditation, a vital part...there, went back and did
 it, a CHAKRA ...
about 1 month ago
He pushed the hair out of his eyes, you should
 cut that, if you find it an irritation, yeah, yeah, he responded, knowing she
 was right, but was too preoccupied to listen. She made sure his collars
 were crisp and tall, in his job in the city, he needed to look good, but
 somet ...
about 1 month ago
The prisms in the chandelier, icicle glass that
 reflects the light that comes into the room like a rainbow, there are lace
 doilies on the polished side tables, one on each side of the ornate couch, I
 can almost see the women in their long dresses, with the hoop underskirts/slips&# ...
3 months ago
Metatron is an angel of life, in certain
 spiritual belief systems, and I believe Metatron's Cube is what this Angel
 breaths life into, i.e. sacred geometry is oftentimes a MAP of our electricity
 our "corpuscles", oh what is the word I want, our heartbeat, our
 core, ...
2 months ago
I just sent a story to my cousin about some old
 baseball game[s] memories, hence the title. The mood of the fans, ah
 could meditation cultivate that frenzy, frenetic HIGH. I almost forgot to
 sit today. I've been ill. Even when I remembered, I was hesitant.
 I mean ILL, he ...
3 months ago
A flower blossoming, petals unfolding is like a
 fist unclenching, opening the palm of your hand extending your fingertips
 upwards skyward, shall we dance, make romance, the music of the buds, the
 cha-cha of the birds in the branches, hopping along the twigs, the branch sways
3 months ago