“small acts of kindness are never wrong”

small acts of kindness are never wrong 
  they are like small ants among the sand dunes on their way across the oceans of bliss

 forgiveness begins at home.  it takes a large broom to the karmic debts unremembered.  the monks in the high mountain monasteries sweeping the hallways and porches are whispering mantras -for themselves and also you and me. 

I thought I could walk thru walls and I think I did once upon a time 
flying through the sky at night remote viewing - dropping into a living room of someone across the planet listening to their conversation. I began to traverse the veils of time till the sword entered my thigh. That was the end of that.   

 The ghosts of tomorrow are listening to our conversations now with greed upon their tongues ready to swallow the tasty thoughts of their choice. They wait for a default, an optional desire, a wound to appear that they can grasp and swallow up with delight

I close the door to the haunting of myself. 
The road back to the heart has rubble, mud large rocks glass and blood to clear. 
 I took a rifle and buried it in the ground face down
I took a hammer and smashed the barrel into small pieces to tear apart the thoughts that take up war in my mind. 

I see your hair flaming red burning the need for revenge which never ever ends 

I light a candle for the sound of silence to penetrate the walls of my despair and yours if you have it and grow a garden of light to rest upon 

People are full of things to say
I am at a loss for words

anything to add Jesse 

“10 ways to build a house or create a performance”

Hybrid 3/Teaching of a Thick Water Griffin

10 ways to build a house or create a performance

1. find a forest

2. cut down some trees but not too many

3. gather mud, clay, water,

4. build it against stone so you remember where you came from and where you will return to

5. open the door and invite in the enemy

6. serve them your very best food and finest wine

7. when they have filled their belly’s and are expecting entertainment with the intent to rape your wife, kill your dog and burn your house tell them that a secret poison has been served with the food and the only antidote is to go to the river and lie down on the platform of truth

8. they are drowsy/sleepy, so you assist them

9. you place a bowl of sweet milk at the foot of each

10. imagine the rest 

“I have stacks to the sky”

I had a dream of driving down a dark and slick road and running into a ditch. I got out and stopped traffic – looking at two yellow orbs that resembled alien eyes or 2 moons.  Is this the direction toward San Francisco? No – and I knew the answer. There is no going back to the past or the way it was.

Dark purple violets with yellow eyes grew outside the wooden white painted house where the accidental death happened. Rain pouring into the gutter and then the gravel had the sound of a fast river to the ear of a child. The gunshot when Hugh aimed the rifle at the garter snake in the backyard proved he was angry, and I had better be quiet.  He accused me of not being stupid, and that was his last words before putting me in the back seat of the car and driving to Alabama. 

The wooden desks with the tops that open where you kept books and pencils with gum stuck underneath in case the teacher caught you chewing, no, not me. You sat on your hands when the coach called you out on the court to play ball and you ran out the door. 

Love is not an emotion I find out.  I must be broken into pieces and be destroyed by fire – really.