I can feel the bands of soul power pass through the ether and explode out of my third eye as they wrap around my head and I look up. My body levitates as if I'm supported by a single pillar or string tied to my chest like the ones they use in stage plays like Peter Pan.
I spin around and the soul force penetrates my heart Chakra right when the ladies start to sing at 1:30 and I explode into an androgynous orgasm whereby onlookers cannot tell if I am having girl or guy pleasure.
at the end of the song I find myself on my knees quivering like after goku reaching supersayin level 9, smoke coming off my back like little fading ribbons, that kind a little girl wears on her head...or an older lady for her boyfriend.
The image are coalescing and I am like the ghost in the shell now, hovering everywhere, being everything...watching alll because all is in me as I am in them....I am like the onlooker against the wall who is painted white and cannot be seen but is there standing in the room.
They say a person is just skin and bones....but my skin and bones don't move by themselves.
"i shut the door and in the morning
it was open
Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.
Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.
We're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work.
Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake
at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision. Our
children frighten us in their intimacy, but we make sure they
grow up like us. Lukewarm like us