Tag: stream of consciousness

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 ...
hugr5
5 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
 ...
hugr5
5 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, ...
hugr5
4 months 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&# ...
hugr5
5 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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
 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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
 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months ago
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 -- ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months ago 1
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
 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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 ...
hugr5
3 months 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,&# ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
2 months 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&# ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
2 months 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&# ...
hugr5
2 months 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 ...
hugr5
about 2 months ago
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 ...
hugr5
about 2 months ago
Ever feel your tendrils rising, the hairs on
 your arms tingling?
 
 Lifting its wings the bird walked the edge of
 the branch, cawing, calling, 
 
 Head bent, 
 
 Where are you,
 
 Hairs on edge, 
 
 The hairs on the cat’s back rose, his tail
 ...
hugr5
about 2 months ago
The cat thrust its
 face into mine, "are you okay," it asked, oh the words were not human
 speech, but the intent was unmistakable,
 
 Cats know, and if you
 are simpatico, they will respond...
 
 Do I walk down the road, look up at the sky? 
 
 Toda ...
hugr5
about 2 months ago
Why would I dream about being in the belly of
 a ship, I could see the dark red cedar and I was leaning against a counter, was
 on some type of ledge?
 
 
 
 And this
 was a new one, (which is why I wondered about the
 location ...) So was walking down these wide ...
hugr5
about 2 months ago
I saw this woman with long black hair, wearing shorts and a white
 blouse (with short sleeves), bounding like a deer to each mailbox, putting
 something in each mailbox, starting at the beginning of this very long block,
 then she and this man, who looks like a youngish Marlon Brando ...
hugr5
about 2 months ago

 (Three phases
 of the Moon, three phases of him, he committed an act, what exactly, I don't
 recall, murder perhaps, but he thought one of the other two did it, so when the
 trial commenced, he had them get on the stand and testify, but after awhile, he
 finally, "cam ...
hugr5
about 2 months ago
I find it interesting
 when the horizon is a light color/background, and there are a few strands of
 dark clouds, and I do mean strands, fluffy strings.
 
 Dive in.
 
 The word I woke up to is
 "complicit". Hmm. 
 
 Light blue sky, dark clouds, hop ...
hugr5
about 2 months ago
The sun's painting
 the skyA pink shadow, certain clouds,
 
 I find that dazzlingly puzzling --
 
 Again the sense of math, geometry --
 
 Is it the angle of the sun "coming
 up"?
 
 Of course! 
 
 But some mornings 
 
 That pink ...
hugr5
about 2 months ago
stars at night go
 cha-cha, when the cats away the mice will play, bright star, star bright first
 star I see tonight I wish I may I wish I might, that I might have this
 dream... interesting that I remember that ditty and then it drifted off
 into something else
 
 Jazz ...
hugr5
about 2 months ago
What's around the corner of that church, the building is old, and I see the typical plants, foliage that creeps up the side of
 the old stone walls, almost like a spidery network of twigs, Around the back is hedgerow Foliage, Plants like tulips different well-brought up, bulbs, different&#13 ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
There were two entities, for a better
 want of a term, let's call them immortal - Mama/Papa and the child, a giant
 sometimes, I think this being could change shape. The parent sent the
 child out into the world of mortals to do good things, i.e., help. Then
 the child came bac ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
A young man returned, came back to be tutored
 ... I saw him in a room where the light that came through the one window
 was muted. He had hair down to his chin, and was wearing a tweed plaid
 hat, the floppy hat that was pulled down past the ears, almost that's not quite
 it, ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
I seem to have a story, going, the
 line starts here -- this man, a gentle man, quiet, authoritative, let's this
 woman out of the jail, who was holding onto this object, a piece of art/crafts
 work from falling - a Japanese house and attachment, pagoda, and cart (wooden
 wagon, ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
Sometimes I write things down in an effort to
 remember. I used to keep hold of EVERYTHING scrap of paper I wrote on -
 documents filed in folders on my computer. Then I would go back into
 these documents and drown in the words. IMPOSSIBLE. So I stopped doing
 that. However ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
It's six in the morning, December 8th, and the
 sky is pitch-black, very strange, I remember when six a.m. brought sunlight,
 but not in December with daylight savings I hate that concept, why can't we
 have REAL time, and not these artificial restraints that human society imposes&#1 ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
when you stare into the water, the surface
 sometimes, most often ripples, you see yourself in the clear water, but the
 image distorts, wavers, takes on different shades, and nuances, the light of
 the sun comes through like a fractured song, rays bent, the light sparkles, the
 ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
if you peer into water, you peer into another
 world, a distorted image of who you are, fish swimming, hiding underneath the
 rocks to get away from the shadow which is you, the water ripples, and reflects
 the images of the trees, now that's enchantment, where it seems as if there I ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
Why does a mountainside look like the Earth's
 visually sighing, sighs that are like the incoming and outgoing tide the laps
 up and down, and then everyone FREEZE FRAME, that's a mountainside, and at the
 top of one of those mountains, looking down into this valley, where the river& ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
When I woke up this morning, I was aware that I
 had done a lot of dreaming, and that in that instance, all those dreams had
 flitted away from me like the flock scattering at dawn, going out to seek their
 fortune, it is a cold day, time, to leave food for the birds, but I am not su ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
I want to live somewhere where it doesn't snow, 
 close your eyes and listen 
 birds singing, scraping the snow with their talons,
 fluttering, wing spurts, pecking at the twigs, searching, 
 close your eyes and listen 
 sunlight breaking through the clouds, the slant of the ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
The path disappeared between the rocks,
 boulders with a bit of moss on them, to the right a tall old stone building,
 more like a fortress than a house, at least that's what it looks like from a
 distance 
 sunlight is shy in winter, I think, there's frost on the
 window, du ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
I heard a harsh squawk, from the bush outside
 my window, a declaration, I moved quietly to the window to look out. The
 Blue Jay was perched at the top of the bush, tiptoes, tiptop, twigs, the acme,
 his beak raised up in the air, a BIG honking piece of popcorn ready to be
 swa ...
hugr5
about 1 month ago
Each morning, the rising of the sun is
 different. If you wake up before the sunrise, DAWN, sit and contemplate
 the sky, the horizon. The moment is like an edge to reason, the curtains
 parting it is slow, but when it happens it is instantaneous. Gone in a
 moment, almost. ...
hugr5
29 days ago
Entering the woods … there were different kinds of trees.
 The first were distorted, twisted, gossiping hens leaning their heads together,
 shivering with laughter or the wind. Then there were the judge,
 jury and executioners. These trees stood apart. Most wore gray, heads stretche ...
hugr5
27 days ago
When I walk to my alcove, an area of land that
 NO ONE FREQUENTS, because it is off the bridge, next to the turnpike (the gas
 line is buried there, I "think"), I pass by a house that borders this
 ragged area of torn trees, a man made pond, and shrubbery. This house
 ...
hugr5
25 days ago
In the bush I saw sparrows, wrens, finch, and
 chickadee (I lose count of how many of each denomination!) I KNOW I saw
 the wren and sparrow. What struck me was the SEEING them perched at the
 edge of the old Mockingbird nest -- one or two may have walked across the
 nest! I l ...
hugr5
24 days ago
The sorbet was sour lemon,
 appropriate for her family she thought. One-eyed
 Ivan put-together this shindig, connections with the hotel, “most likely in the
 kitchen,” Joe, the Tall Man,
 chortled, referring no doubt to Aunt Sadie, the Fat Lady. (Joe was a second cousin who had ...
hugr5
21 days ago