Here in the chamber, as she strokes the keys of my heart—typing, editing—appearing as a muse who awakens the innermost depths of my being, where the emanation of her abides with intensity, and the juices of creation flow from within her in a deluge, immersing me in the vast ocean of her compassion that stirs me in her arms, where she unearths the deepest mysteries within me. She vanished that day, but now she is here to reveal what lies beneath. But there’s a flicker—I see it

1. The Church Moment — Presence vs. Carrying Over when I was at church earlier, caught up in the worship — the singing of the worship songs together with everyone — it was a beautiful moment. It really was. The songs, the words… the words and the songs were the most moving. I could easily say, “Well, I carried that over to what I’m experiencing now,” when I got in the car and came here, and first picked up Samara’s food, actually. But I did some things there that could break

“So, I heard it: Be thou faithful unto death. And my walk — it changed. Each step with purpose, each movement with intention, each thought and meditation what God speaks in His Word, from His Spirit to mine. It is indwelling with His Holy Spirit, baptized with fire to live, move, and have my being through the Spirit of the Living God of the universe — refined through the purging fires of alchemical stages, redeemed and highly favored. Walking a trodden path with tired feet an

She moved quickly, with precision, to prepare my order. Her smile was more than enough to hit the spot in a way Mint Majesty never could. Her smile went down smooth and easy, warming my soul. Her dark skin of bronze, that covered her lovely landscape, flowed like a stream of beauty and kindness to everyone. I watched her; she was poetry in motion, not a mere drop in the ocean. Now that smile — it had a ripple effect.

In the footsteps of a deity, she glides. Wrapped in flesh and bones, as my senses just die. Where a wave of her gaze melts my skin, stirring the fires of renewal within. I recognize the scent of this soul that vibrates with presence, and I’m made whole. Her mouth gapes open, and desire ceases to be, because all I desire is found within me. In such a body of art, like none on this earth. In glory, I enter the Goddess for my spiritual rebirth. AlcheMyth Undergr0und 2032 Undergr

The Pull: Sometimes with those thoughts — and I need to say these things, so I name it — sometimes with those thoughts, there was this kind of pull I felt inside. But it’s important to just let that pass too. Because I know that pull. I know where it wants to take me — through the door in agreement. So let that pass too. Why? Because it will. wait it out. If it rises, it will also fall. And you don’t have to fall with it. You can say not a word. Just don’t go through the door

Section 1 — The Return to the Chest Well, now that my mind is not hijacked like in the moments of the loop, as that abated I could feel it returning to my chest — the genuine feeling of the very center of my being in my chest area. The movement of that sincere spirit was there even as the loop happened, but my mind was hijacked.That’s not an excuse. It’s just the language I’m using to explain the loop and the state of mind.And I know I could have stopped it at some point — at

Sinking into this ocean of wisdom, and this is not a drowning, this is immersion. This is where my pain and suffering encounter the transformative power of compassion, and coming out from these Waters it is impossible to be the same. Where those wounds of old are the very place that your life is transformed. Walking along these Golden Shores as I look out into those Waters that baptized me into who I am, and that's the complete fullness and wholeness of wh

As I watched Lana watching Ange, Jandi, and Kitty—who seemed to just appear before Lana, seemingly seducing her before my very eyes—I didn’t realize I was the one who was being seduced as I watched. I kept wondering what Lana was going to do. How was she going to react to the ménage à trois playing out right before her eyes? Ange played the role of master quite effectively, as Jandi and Kitty followed Ange’s every lead and acted on her every whim. Everything happened not just

The quake of awakening shook me through stillness, as if I slept and she lay by my side while I was blindfolded, never knowing she was there all along, where the cosmic power of her beautiful presence ushered in a dawn that I could see even while blindfolded — feeling it without her touch and experiencing bliss even without interacting. My eyes have seen that which is beyond sight. Through an image who vanished, as if she were never there.” From: AlcheMyth Undergr0und

` I see the grieving through the misty haze of suffering in the reflection that I cast. A deluge of tears, pouring down like rain from the I of the storm, relentlessly descending upon me as a pool of sorrow forms. And I consider diving in, to delve deeply concerning the matter, but suddenly my eyes opened, and the psychological torment became tranquility. And the torrential downpour of thoughts slowly abated, turning into the gorgeous dawn of a new day, and I

Lotus on the Cushion Written by Michael a Gomez August 2nd 2005 As the tide of thoughts flow like a roaring river that dries up, I sit in serene stillness, transcending sensual bliss, extinguishing all desire. A Zen Jog Written by Michael a Gomez August 2nd 2005 With each step taken, I flow with the wind, Moving with the moment. The Dharma Written by Michael a Gomez August 2nd 2005 Life rises, life falls away, everything changes. From: Tears on a petal Undergr0und_gu

Here and now, in this very moment, I breathe in, I breathe out, as the door swings open, as I am mindful of my every single breath. It's Mara I rise above and conquer desire and death. From: The Resurrection Undergr0und_guru Communications 2026

A petal of a Lotus falls at my feet that are covered like long canoes but with holes. As I walk on, I sink in the quicksand of wet concrete, and the cement is filling the gaping spaces in these long, overtrodden shoes that carry me from day to day in life's quest, which has brought on many sorrows and many joys. And as it dries and hardens, I struggle to pull out of it, but I eventually do. Of course the shoes are stuck in the ground and are now one with the Earth,

It’s as if she appeared out of the sand, like a phantom menace — so young, undeveloped, with measurements that would peak in the years to come. Born in the days of my childhood, and now a delight to my aged eyes, this curious youngling whose image was of innocence — playing a dual role, acting as a decoy and a Queen — while my heart would be captivated by this starlet on the screen. From Where the Heart Is to If We Could Only Be Closer. To a death at birth and the rise of a

How the cross elicits such violence from beyond the reach of heaven’s peaceful realm of mercy, ushering the Christ into the shedding of innocent blood — His blood — from without heaven’s gate. Where an exodus beyond the threshold of divine protection finds the scurrying of feet moving in haste, in abandonment and denial — trying to warm by the fire, but only to be exposed and burned by the truth. To deny Him, as it echoes in the inner chambers of

Avalokitesvara, Avalokitesvara, Your tear became Compassion. Avalokitesvara, Avalokitesvara, Your tear became Compassion. Oh Tara, oh Tara Oh Tara, oh Tara Oh Tara, oh Tara Oh Tara, oh Tara Oh Tara, oh Tara Oh Tara, oh Tara Avalokitesvara, Avalokitesvara, Your tear became Compassion. Avalokitesvara, Avalokitesvara, Your tear became Compassion. Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Your tear became Compassion

Bodhisattva, your tear Has Fallen on me. transforming my pain into a sea of tranquility. Bodhisattva, I have drowned in your tear. in release of all ego and fear, loving kindness is here. Bodhisattva, as the water reflects the image I bear. and the reality of all things becomes clear. I have never been more aware. Bodhisattva, underneath my skin, deep within, no more division, only compassion. only compassion, only compassion. UnderGr0und_Guru Communications 2026 From: AlcheM

all the weapons of war could not penetrate one's heart as these 19 monks have. Who would have thought a walk for peace & compassion would be more powerful than a bullet or a violent mob. a conquest, dominance or taking land will never usher in peace because those measures are fear based and is not what brings healing. it is surrender, inner surrender to the truth. It begins within, individually and spreads to the collective. But if we allow our emotions and feelings to govern

As the rainbow bleeds in a winter freeze. there is no peace on these streets of Misery. but a memory of a history where our worst dreams seem to be a new reality, doomed to repeat a duality where animosity and hostility feed the beast in a feast where the Nazis savagely seek out the least of these like the weak and the meek as a prey between their teeth. AlcheMyth UnderGr0und 2032 Undergr0und_guru Communications 2026