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Holy Spirituality with Pine Cone: Deformation of Iconic-defecation Rotting-caricatures

OSHO: You Have Everything, but You Don't Have Yourself

I remember the first time entering the vast Inner Realm of benevolence, and magnanimity experiencing tremendous unbounded fear, and voluminous unwritten insecurity. Ten minutes inn, and my whole body contracted up into an anxious puss ball the size of Grand Canyon inside was swallowing me up whole. I bumped my head so hard on a cabinet, that it dropped back down, and up many vibrating times, before I could begin to breath shallow fear in measures of, all the twitching drama, that helps deny most of my terrifying prison bars of shame.

Things swept near me to devour every tiny idea of me, and nothing was organized, or controlled, as if huge truck wheels crushing life out of squishing, most probable cellular memory’s iconic impossibilities. I went inside looking for Peace, and all I discovered was my insecure fear of True Self Love, and the thought of re-entering this vast mouth of Inner’s shark, overwhelmed my mind with incoming/on-coming Jawsthemovie bloodlust.

Little did I realize how many, more times I would seek such insecurity within this absolute unborn infinity within me, but Today everything forgiven outside appears more like Deformation of Iconic-defecation Rotting-caricatures. When I first went inside as a, mere man, the whole Universe of infinite possibilities screamed at me to become part of timeless reverie, as if I had become separate from everything, and separate from everyone.

Stoppage Rot was all I had pretended was left of me, and as rigid as my iconic mind-control was performing, Death paradigm kept me from believing anything I could see was nothing but the enemy of my frozen cellular spinning weaponry. There is a river of creative intelligence within, and my 3d job was to stop it all, so while I denied I had been brown-flood drowning, the Vanquished turned to everything that dared to get near me.

How scary is it to discover this is Death paradigm, and free energy is the enemy? In a World; Inner world of Christ kindness; never did it occur to me that lifetimes of illusory fear had swallowed up any possible undead progeny, without animating one speck of compassionate Karmic-destiny. God found me at Mother Earth Dump, on the desert of undead life, where Time had robbed, all of us of any Conscience, and it was our job to kill all the plants, and everyone else, that wouldn’t kill every animal.

I was back Iconic home in my family of ‘comfortable’ origin again, and meditation rebellion was my new name, because when I fought to survive in that former child-death camp, everything goes, and nothing but winners can survive. I went deep inside again, and again, and discovered what took years to reconcile one trauma ‘outside’, could reconcile thousands of thousands of lifetime Dare-win traumas in the twinkling of God’s kind forgiving eye.

What a paradigm shift it, all is to reverse everything I, only Love thought-inverse I knew into a direct experience of solid sublimation into thin air, and then to be able to dance for~every~where, deeper inside than anyone, but a feral child can seem to dare. I am not a man, and I am not a woman, but the epitome of Love-energy essence, and fly~free ducking-faster than thought to the unbridled power of One sparkling enlightening liquefiable Effulgent Dot.

We, altogether flow from above, down, and throughout gender-free Spirit deep within the Iconic Pride Stoppage arrogant Rot of self-hate narcissistic Mother-coppah Quanta, that made me so alone, still-censured dying on the vine. Mother Earth is lost in the brown river septic tank of undead floater life, and until I bumped my head up, and down my first vibrating time INN, now I can remember becoming a Junior speed bump for my cul de sac tar-parent’s need to smooth over all Joy of children, the enemy of Dark Earth mind-control parent-holdouts on a swollen river drowning in Authoritarian Centralization Iconic-rubbish.

On the bright side, inside brilliance that never burns the eyes, forgiveness fountain Delights me with everything I, ever dreamed as a child, and, actually I am excited, with no more insecure fear to sit-sex down over here, near, and let God change any semblance of carbon-base cellular chemical insecure energy into enough Light to make the Time/Space Hologram illusion of this great big Outhouse-lie Idolatry-latrine Rat-disappear Rot-outside.

Aren’t we dying Mortals insecure richer
Doesn’t insecure sex rob the poor tenant

About the Author


I “Love” to Admit it 11/22/16

I “Love" to admit it, but I have been captivated by the constant Blackmail battering of this Child-sacrificing malevolent World, so that I ‘want’ to surrender to Holy Spirit, by turning within, as a new humble priority. Sex-slavery robbed me of my soul, as a child, yet once I realized everything difficult, that happens enhances my devotion to turn even, more within ONENESS Spirit Conscience forgiveness nurturing, instead.

I fought like Hell to work, very hard for Money to, barely survive, but after a few years of meditation, and forgiveness prayers to Holy Spirit, to do the difficult forgiveness of others, as myself, more money came to me from Spirit, right through other benevolent Sources, than I ever, even knew about, before surrender. I “Love” to admit that Money doesn’t come from hard work, or social-norm Blackmail, but comes from Source, just like everything else, we need to ‘thrive’, instead of, ‘barely survive’ in addiction to this Child-sacrificing malevolent World.

After losing connection to my, own Conscience, I have become a kinder feeling empath, and a constant seeming mistaken threat to others suffering, just like me, before I sat down, closed my eyes, and meditated my suffering ass off. Like kindness comes from within Spirit devotion, so too, does being able to feel again, without letting those ephemeral duties control my reactive behaviors any more. Money, kindness, and feelings come from turning within, to ask for help to forgive all my captors that, still suffer much tortuous regret for forcing me, to do things out of fear, that no Child would, ordinarily want to do.

After annihilation traumas of the lower fourth dimensional ‘murky unkind’, everything outside triggered my reaction to live in the past swamp, ‘as if’, so, as I became more addicted to the outside Illusion of, more fear piled up onto, more traumas, I “Love” to admit that, with a gift of desperation, I became a, very willing candidate to surrender to something else, besides this unholy smelling foul-World of sulfur-predator crap. Now I see, all suffering evidence, as a gift from ONENESS to have compassion, and Mercy for, all who, still haven’t turned within to receive Money out of nowhere, and become a kinder feeling person, instead.

I am more sensitive to Blackmail than I have, ever realized, and even that’s a gift now, because I used to blame myself, ‘as if’, all evil was my fault, but NOTHING can, ever be further from the Truth. I was a beautiful innocent Child, and I, still am, inside, no matter what I used to think, and no matter what constant Blackmail, still wants to make me feel that lost-soul way. Blackmail is a constant battering here in Karmic Hologram miming-mirror Earth Paradigm, and who knew; before I turned within, where enlightening compassion makes me feel like a ‘kind kid’ with pocket treasures full of Sparkling Golden innocent-kaleidoscope perceptions again?

When I surrendered to Holy Spirit, Money was the furthest thing from my new mind of Delight, and I, certainly was convinced, that I would, never become a kinder feeling empath, ever again. Getting old had become a ‘given’, but turning within has made, even gettin-gold a ‘variable’ out of my getting younger now, every time Holy Spirit welcomes me inside, where eternal youth commands, all kinder feeling empathic Mountain Top kindergarteners.

Money, Holy Spirit, my soul, kinder feeling empath, forgiveness, my Conscience, compassion, Mercy, my Inner Child Spirit, eternal youth, the willingness to face outside Blackmail with a new motive to serve, with the, very “Love” that I have to admit, all these Wonderful gifts from within nurturing, that replaces any more outside need for what, best can be defined as needy-ransom soul-selling Blackmail=Burnout.

Inner-Child Spirit Safe-Home, within

author Pine Cone

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