​ How the temple feels now... the Mythos and my real world they overlap, I can't lie about it anymore—they overlap. ​So, as I walk in my temple, I see the statue of Natalie knocked over, broken in half. All I can do is look at it... look at it, and tears start to well up in my eyes. ​Another part of this Temple is some of the Sacred texts where they are up on the altar and spread all around the temple. You will see Metro gnome opened like a book, and another area you will see

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

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 Robin da Hood sings and swings in—abducted and taken captive by Cardi D's bosom—like a gangsta in a drive-by, rollin' thru a drive-in, shootin' from hills of wisdom, milkin' 'em, mounting her Double D's that's gonna get 'em like another helpless victim. She goes doggy on the floor, takin' a good rim, filled to the brim til she blows on his Slim Jim and her twin D's suffocate 'em for the win. Crash landin' as she clips his wings in the streets of Gotham. She got him. She cl

SHE DROPPIN THE MIC, WALKIN OFF LIKE A GODDESS, LEAVING A BLAZE OF GLORY BEHIND WITH EACH DIVINE STEP. HER AURA LIGHTS UP THE NIGHT, WITH REVELATION LIKE A PROPHETESS, AS SHE SPEAKS IN CODE PAYIN' THE MASTERS THEIR RESPECT. AS THE R'S GRIN LIGHTS THE PATH AND BIGGIE'S SMOKE BRINGS THE AFTERMATH, HER WAY IS PAVED WITH GOLD AS SHE DISPLAYS HER WRATH. SO, SHE SETS THE STAGE FOR EM, KNOWING THEY WON'T KNOW WHAT HIT EM WITH A RAT TA TAT TAT HERE HE COMES WITH A GAT, AS HE HOLDS NO

“Well, I remember one time when Joseph Campbell was talking, and he said that phrase ‘Thou art That.’And that stuck with me, you know — to say ‘Thou’ — it is a kind of very powerful, poetic language that speaks about the condition of the inner move that turns toward the Divine Child, because that is life. That is true life, under the unshed skin of rebirth.”

Follow the path that the Buddha had first walked, being the first to enlightenment and the one who points you to the path of your own enlightenment. He doesn't do it for you, but he was the one who laid the foundation. He was the first — Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha. Yes, I bow to the path. The path that has led me to freedom, has led me to transformation, has led me to layers of liberation one by one, and layers of transformation one by one. It is said, "Everything is im

I know recently the church that I go to — I think sometimes I misinterpret things in the old kind of mindset. And I’ll hear something in a message that I know the old mindset was really stuck to: the idea that this is the way of interpreting this and whatever. But that’s not even me anymore. That old pattern of that mindset — that is on its dying bed. The new me that is emerging is seeing things in a more healthy way, with clarity, and is noticing the negative aura that is st

First and foremost, long life to His Holiness the Dalai Lama. May he live for a hundred eons — of course, this is every birth of the Dalai Lama: everyone that had existed in the past, to the current, to the one that is to come as well, and the future Dalai Lama to come. The seat, I very much respect. I hold a high regard toward the seat of the Dalai Lama and the compassion that it embodies, and the wisdom that it embodies. If I’m not mistaken, the words “Dalai Lama” — don’t

It's no mistake that on this day, here where I live, it's May 20th. And in India, I believe that it is actually the 21st there. I think so. I'm still on the 20th right now, and I'm looking forward to my viewing of the ceremony. There's been a shift into everything that I was telling you days prior with the Long Life Ceremony and the recognition of the Buddha's birthday and enlightenment and his passing. So the Buddha pointed to the path. He actually was the first one who pave

20 Years Later...... Ithaca Within. Peace Abides. Christ the Vine. Buddha Free inside. Truth the Fire.

Yes — Paradise is a state of mind. It’s all in here, within. That’s where it is. It’s not in some ether‑world experience. It’s rooted here, inside oneself. It’s always been. And now all the noise is still. Every sound is sacred. Every joy is breathed.

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.

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

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

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