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there is a cross stitch and a blanket stitch, they are merely decoration, the stitch you need is with fishing gut, a purposeful intent to seal and contain these ideas and see that they make their way into the world, so many of your troubles are due to bad stitching, things coming away at the edges or fabric perished and unable to contain the load, this is important, get strong and see that there are no leaks, for when there are, the parasitic elements crowd around for the free feed, so here you have the answer, why do you never get paid while everybody seems to feed and grow fat from that that is not their own?, keep yourself protected from elements that seek to undo you, they look for all manner of ways to slip in around the back, weaken the fastenings so again you loose your power and in turn it is wasted by another, they gorge upon it but put it to no use, they just become fat in their sense of emptiness, they will never be filled but are wasting and using your precious resources, this is not yours to waste, it has been entrusted to you and it is your duty to see that it makes its way safely into manifestation, you are somewhat a 'dropped stitch' in the tapestry, you know how this can be fixed and fix it you must, meditate everyday to secure your moorings and make fit your skien that no other can cut you open and spill your crill, waterproofing of your etheric body
Labels: etheric, parasite, secure the mooring
posted by KatieJane Garside at 9:04 PM
16 Comments:
Thank you for sharing this. I appreciate the perspective; well said. It reminds me in a way of Rilke's thoughts on fame from his Notebook of Malte Laurid Brigge, if you're familiar with it? He wrote of how fame, through the medium of the crowd or audience, chips and chisels away at a creator, as each takes away only their own little fragment, dissipating the force and effectiveness of the whole by scattering it all about. In the end he recommends the public image, or name by which the mob calls one, be cast aside, and a new, "secret" name be taken whereby one's inspiration may still call to one in the night, without the clamor and intrusion of all the other voices still crying to the cast off name.
I wonder, is there any particular kind or form of meditation you would recommend as best for waterproofing one's etheric body? An earnest question; I've experience with a few forms, from over the years, but I'm always interested in other views and suggestions.
Thank you.
I don't want to ramble.
Just.
Thank you.
^_^
you're an amazing writer.
Well,
I suppose one can withhold whatever "it" is from the world and suppress "it".
Would one be destroyed?
Once it is out, it is out of ones' hands.
Fakes get the real cash.
If I want money I get a job...
Burn out your gift and you can destroy them!!!
If you don't get killed doing so...
I once had it but somehow knew if I showed it to them they would destroy me.
I did it first.
Now I am a monster with a dying soul.
And I see them for what they are,
and it does not matter.
Because they do/can/will not see like I will.
And that is no ones' fault.
They are still human and I have no judgement left.
I greet you as an anonymous body in empty space...
One good meditative way to waterproof one's etheric body is a medium-sized country walk (or ramble) followed by a quiet night in - you'll notice the difference the following day. Be sure not to force the pace - works best if you're on the trail before most people are awake - take plenty of food etc with you and forget your watch.
I fear I said too much last time. It just saddened me to know who did it, I am sorry for my foolishness.
There is some comfort to be taken in this loss, you know how to prevent it now, and you will lose no more of yourself to those who would take it for their own.
i would meditate twice every day during my time on the battlefield, my moorings had finally been secured, but now at safer lodgings i have forgotten my friend and grown lazy.
you have finally done it Katie, unawares i'm sure, but you have finally invaded my dreams. Such a welcome change from the usual deamons I am forced to face when I sleep, it was magical, like a child's daydream of their happiest day. You were everything and more than I needed, you were kind, gentle and very feminine. You guided me through everything I would usually get stuck in, and totured my. You obviously do not know this Katie but you have saved me. So I thank you, for your guidance and your care, I thank you for protecting me like on one else ever would. I will no longer fear sleep when the sun goes down in future. I now understand the fascination everyone has for you, on a mush deeper level. Thank you for your talent and wonderment. Again, you have saved me.
KIRSTy.
It is ok to talk to yourself...but you must not listen.
It is fine to comfort yourself using metaphors...but constant self observation is the very reason you require moorings in the first place.
Life has everything and nothing to do with money.
All of these things are cycles. I get bored of going round and round and round. Change the circle....change the shape (and...there is no shape at all). Everything will pass and people will show themselves without knowing it. People will show themselves and know it.
You are not a 'dropped stitch'. You are the weaver of something that only you experience.
You are your creator and your destructor. There is no such thing as 'Indigo' but you can make yourself that and believe it, if you wish.
Life is simulated elsewhere before it sinks through our bones...yet, it is not pre-destined.
We know that you don't wear rose tinted shades. Your eyes are covered in traumatic memories. Delete. Money is only yours if you suck for it and sucking is something humans do.
There was never anything upstairs...only your fear of someone falling on top of you. Most of it never happened...oh but they do like illusions.
You have already forgotten what you needed to know.
But you will soon know this: The Murderer is in jail and the rapists are still loose.
Grow into dust...as everything does.
i love you
Wow, can't believe I found your blog!!
Loved Daisy Chainsaw, and Queen Adreena, and girl, you are still looking so so hot.
Hoping to make it to Birmingham after seeing your website - I hope its August this year!! - to see your work.
Take care x
I heard something... did they return what they stole? x
i look to your words for inspiration, and these ones, well these ones really are helping me to secure my moorings. \
eveerytime i reread one of your writings, i find something new, and its always relatable.
you really are a beautiful person.
I like this very much.
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