Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 1:16 am
You are truly blessed Heathcliff(e) to be cogniscent of the breadth and depth of the known and unknowable world that envelops us all through Eternity and beyond your mortal coil.
I have drifted through lives and existences that could turn your blood to sheep dippings, if you did but know how close you have come to the truth of Love, in all of its glories. For one so lost and without the partnership that a fellow soul could enlighten to extacies beyond this life and the next three, you do have a certain ring of truth to your quest for the ring of matrimony or a long turn relationship, or two.
Cast aside your troubled brow, clasp the nettle to your bosom, speak softly and carry a big scicle to ward off the enemies of the heart and all its workings. Avoid the pervayors of scorn and condominiums and put your trust in those who would do unto you as you would do unto others, who would do unto the others, what you had done to the other others. What goes round, comes round, and your life will surely blossom and bare fruits for all to see. Put your shoulder to the wheels and notwithstanding the heavy burdens that life has piled on top of you, say, "to hell with these piles," and take the nettles you have clasped within your left hand and work your magic with your right hand.
We face derision at every corner when those who do not understand the issues known only to the few who cannot dispel the slings and plasters of medicinal community caring within a sea of pain, and yet, surprisingly, but not totally, true, we can explore the reasons for their lack of a true understanding of this simple, and yet, beautiful side to human nature.
You have opened minds and connections long believed to be extinct since the time when Adam was a teenager who lusted after her serpants in the Garden of Eve. Yes, Heathcliff(e) you are the One. Carry your message forward unto the darkness and don't look back, or up, and we shall surely know when you have arrived at your appointed time and place. The chain of the office shall announce your endeavours complete and we lowly passage sweepers shall declare you as the One of the Twoes.
Bless you young Heathcliff(e) and long may your name be sung to the hills for aeons to come.
You are not alone. There are many here with me who look forward to the day when you too shall join our happy throng. Well at least three of us anyway.
I have drifted through lives and existences that could turn your blood to sheep dippings, if you did but know how close you have come to the truth of Love, in all of its glories. For one so lost and without the partnership that a fellow soul could enlighten to extacies beyond this life and the next three, you do have a certain ring of truth to your quest for the ring of matrimony or a long turn relationship, or two.
Cast aside your troubled brow, clasp the nettle to your bosom, speak softly and carry a big scicle to ward off the enemies of the heart and all its workings. Avoid the pervayors of scorn and condominiums and put your trust in those who would do unto you as you would do unto others, who would do unto the others, what you had done to the other others. What goes round, comes round, and your life will surely blossom and bare fruits for all to see. Put your shoulder to the wheels and notwithstanding the heavy burdens that life has piled on top of you, say, "to hell with these piles," and take the nettles you have clasped within your left hand and work your magic with your right hand.
We face derision at every corner when those who do not understand the issues known only to the few who cannot dispel the slings and plasters of medicinal community caring within a sea of pain, and yet, surprisingly, but not totally, true, we can explore the reasons for their lack of a true understanding of this simple, and yet, beautiful side to human nature.
You have opened minds and connections long believed to be extinct since the time when Adam was a teenager who lusted after her serpants in the Garden of Eve. Yes, Heathcliff(e) you are the One. Carry your message forward unto the darkness and don't look back, or up, and we shall surely know when you have arrived at your appointed time and place. The chain of the office shall announce your endeavours complete and we lowly passage sweepers shall declare you as the One of the Twoes.
Bless you young Heathcliff(e) and long may your name be sung to the hills for aeons to come.
You are not alone. There are many here with me who look forward to the day when you too shall join our happy throng. Well at least three of us anyway.