When you put a dollar into the claw game and have 15 seconds to decide, do you go for the cute princess in the “I heart you” shirt pressed against the glass?
I’ve learned how the claw works—the Tao of the Claw—and it must go all the way around what it grabs in order to pick it up.
I look for whatever is lying on its side near the chute. Something with a thin neck that doesn’t have to travel far. It may be a matted monkey with a missing eye that smells like piss; but if the claw will grab it, that’s what must be gone after.
the arc of elementals you transmit through is archaic alter the frequency you're transmitting on... we prefer the low vibrations of the solar system--- they soothe celestial hopes...implanted in you our are dreams
the equivalency of a black hole--- stealing life from surrounding entities is your fears all life is precious no matter how small or seemingly insignificant have you come so far to be so unevolved?
involve yourself saying nothing...do no harm nature has a course in the first revolution of time, I knew you observing...
What am I left with? A semaphore signal I don’t understand some counter-force operating underhand and a rocky faith which keeps trying to tell me “all is well”. How can people be so damn sure? I draw an open blank and say “maybe … maybe not” then cling to my cup of coffee take a deep breath and think “right now, this is what I’ve got”.
It never began but resumed on some lackadaisical day when you least expected joy amid the everyday mundane—
or, maybe it was an extraordinary moment orchestrated by love activating clarity of intuition subcutaneously dormant within you; a minute idea-like mammal etching its way blindly through hallowed cavities of your solar plexus— ...