Here I am in my completed form. Once again ready for burning. Throw me into the fire. Watch me crawl out of the abyss wearing a white cape and eating locusts and honey.
Tommorrow Im headed into the ring at nine oclock. I don't know who my opponant is but Im expecting a burly little thai man who fights every week. Knees kicks elbows punches and if you get locked up with the guy you're allowed to sort of wrestle him to the ground. I've learned the special dancing ritual.
Doesn't really matter which way I choose, I can never lose. Only love can break my heart. Perhaps a well placed knee might break my ribs though. For christsakes pray for me people.
Im bringing all my bags with me and the next morning if Im able it's back to Bankcock and then off to India. I beleive that Ive championed this place. Everyone here has witnessed my various unleashings:physical, histerical, mystrical, magical, musical, gymnastical, stylistical, artistical, grammatical, drunkenical. They will all come now and watch me burn! Ive done this before. The dance of death. I will never see these people again. Ritualized suicide. But remember folks that it's all for you. By the time I make it back home I will have burned through several layers of skin and passed through many a fiery gate. It's all for you! I will be your champion! Show me where to point my gun. Don't cry for me Winnipeg. Sad eyed people of the prairie. I hear you've got a new prime minister. Look at mother nature on the run in the nineteen seventees.
Meanwhile Im busy re-writing the future into my book of eternal foolishness. And beleive me, you all have starring roles.
Now a prayer to the divine consciousness to sharpen our intellect so that the mind can bow to the wisdom of the heart. Allow our thoughts and words and actions to be guided not by fear or ego but by the universal intelligent wisdom that resides in our hearts.
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You are THE CHAMPION, and tomorrow will be a test of your will (and maybe even ours as we pray for your triumphant return to the source at such a frenzied moment).
Imagine what it will be like to stare across that ring and see the other animal; you will engage him in the mortal coil, and you will love him as you complete your task.
And why would love be the only thing that can break your heart?
As you say, when you know, it is impossible to fall, and that, I have taken and made it a mantra I repeat every morning; as I love, as I rage, as I do not fall and will never lose in the Love.
Whatever the case, we will rebuild.
And can I be a 6 foot 3 sage in your book? I've always wanted to be taller.
:)
Good luck.
Bon chance mon ami, j'espere tu es tres forte pour ton rendez-vous. Je vais prier pour ton securite. Remporter un victoire pour nous!
Where should you point your gun? Point it at the barrier between you and enlightenment, point it at the inability to change. Become a peaceful person conformed to the will of love.
The mortal coil is love.
I drank the smoky tigers special spiced coffe this morning and will engage the mortal coil of canvas this afternoon in honour of his stength and the hope of his percerverance.
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