Lucid Dreaming - WILLOW THE SOUL - 06/04/2010 - About 2 hours Mark was tired ... heart needed to rest, connected to the warm tides that night, stripped away by the trembling spark imagine, drowsy from the vibrant and subtle substance that helped him to abandon the body ..... fell asleep with the intention to be a trip, or at least try. Try
omnipotence gloss of a lucid dream, shaping the reality around with the hum of the soul master the many laws of this universe is like a shaman in trance connects with the essence of life itself, to expand awareness to the perception of aspects thinner, normally silent in the rational mind.
Marco then abandons his usual position to pick it up in a few inches of the bed while having an ocean of stars to sleep ... he turns his face to the ceiling and stretched his arms and long legs himself and trying to relax slowly, without forcing too much, letting go the absence of thought, feeling the idea of \u200b\u200bhimself as related to its energy source, bursting into a break down ... and then reborn in the back together.
Un'aspirale through parallel planes in his follow its shape, like a rock down into the depths of an ocean, like an ocean that fills the void of the earth as the earth rotates moving in the universe, as the universe that contains itself and of itself is fully conscious.
The illusion of time vanishes ... and with him goes the distance and space, matter and its low vibration, everything around becomes more ... and that all he melts like a drop of tears that reach the sea and the sea itself becomes ... the sea and the sweet tears that he has achieved.
But something does not work, something brings him back to the reality of that room, like a rubber band stretched to its limit to stroke that returns to the starting position ...
again in his body, again the white ceiling pierced by a ray of artificial light, arms and legs along the body and the window from which the light is always there.
"Always there" thought Mark ... 'It's always there, in front of me, where I left some time ago. "
"Why do I feel so strange 'Cause I feel so restless? What is this feeling? "
Marco looked around for a point that would involve, in carrying on, a dark shadow in the darkness snatched again .. but nothing, everything was back to its initial state ... everything was familiar, that light that window ... that light that window .... ....... that window ... the window.
What was unusual about that window?
"Yet there is something strange in that window .." Marco thought ... "Is there anything yet I can not figure out what .... tried Marco .. What's wrong? "
His head process information, comparing those details with those of his memory, he ran for associations and digressions .. hopping between assumptions and illusions ... melted in appearances and suggestions ....
When suddenly like a mindless love, truth brightened his spirit, his breath froze and turned his heart began to become Fire.
"The window is on the contrary!
" This is exactly upside down ... The curtain extends from the ground up and swinging a few inches from the ceiling, shutters give way to heaven at the top and I can see the hidden station reflected in the glass from the bottom of the bed "
Marco began to realize that they have a real body, but just the idea of \u200b\u200bit.
hands there were no eyes, but the heart.
Before the fear or thought they could take him by surprise he decided to get off the bed and touch the soul that really familiar but unknown.
not had time to think of it that lies at the foot of the bed ... anywhere in the room he wanted to go, that same will propel him to the desired point, began to feel in control of the early manifestations and decided to do not turn around to see if there was himself in bed sleeping ...
"I do not want ... do not scare me tonight .. I would stay as much as possible .......... Exit this room!"
He found himself in the hallway leading into the room where his life is changing from its cocoon where the caterpillar is changing into a butterfly, that magical room that recommends and urges ...
she was there all around, with his eyes interdimensional YOU, YOU who is fire and light in that room and sang for him in a sea of \u200b\u200blove ...
she was his same energy that had lodged in that place like stardust.
So he decided to meet her ... in that world as real as thin, in that realm and we are taking in too unknowingly contained in that sigh ... life is too real to be misunderstood and hidden ...
through the door without even addressing the problem of open and wanted to get off with all the time necessary to create the world she wanted to see her again ...
"A beautiful wood ..
a beautiful meadow ...
sunset ...
you ... just in this house ...
you, so close to me ... so tied
to me freely ... " When she thought
out was already out ... and when she thought her ... she was there ..
Sitting on the trunk of the beech, the shoulders as he saw it in physical reality, the collection in its perceptions, absorbed in his insights .... and beneath a coat of light that she supported it, caressing the roots and wings, hopes and dreams ....
He tried to call her, did not open his mouth and his voice is transformed into feeling ... she heard it but did not move, like a bride who hears the steps in front of the altar of love and not After waiting for the most important moment.
She looked beside her and saw half the trunk for him, also supported by the hand God of the universe, the throne of the heart, the bed on which she laid her soul ... light and free, unlimited and indivisible.
He sat down beside her looking at it from infinity, all angles in this consciousness could be perfect ...
Behind them a willow tree, bright and alive ... alive as the whole world, as bright as the entire world.
Without thinking and guided only by his true self, took her hands two branches that came down on him like a rain mediumship ... was made through the feeling of that touch morphic, the full range of meanings are difficult to conceptualize, but very easy to absorb ... he became stesso salice... divenne le sue foglie dolci, i sui rami sottili che poteva controllare uno a uno... anche di ogni sua foglia era consapevole, come fossero le dita della sua mano...l'idea di corpo fisico già prima rarefatto, scomparì del tutto, lasciando il posto all'immensa sensualità di quella nuova forma....
Vide LEI con gli occhi di un Salice, e vibrò sensazioni da albero, e danzò con eleganza e grazia come mai riuscì a fare nel suo lontano corpo da umano.
Provò a muovere le sue fronde, cercando di avere il pieno potere su ogni singolo tralcio, sembrava ci fosse un vento caldo e silenzioso e invece era il suo emozionante sperimentare quel nuovo involucro che ora ballava per LEI.
Come si muovono le braccia per accarezzare un fratello, così lui mosse due rami brillanti che LE sfioravano il viso... le portò vicino alle SUE tempie e la rapì da quel corpo, donandogli il suo per divenire una cosa sola con LEI....
LEI mutò forma.... seguendo quella nuova configurazione energetica si fuse in lui e divenne lui... entrambi parte di se stessi e dell'altro.. entrambi consapevoli di ogni foglia, di ogni vena di linfa, di ogni più piccola parte di quell'UNO ritrovato...frammenti scintillanti fusi in un sigillo armonico e equilibrato, poetico e mutevole...
Un'anima sola in un solo pensiero cosciente, un'unica note of a symphony sensual and seductive!