In my notebook is the following entry: “Whether I telephone with my apples, my wife is not at all indifferent. She considers it illegal. But that’s what a woman who thinks I’m in a state of twitching said, “I just danced to good soul, sitting there.”
What do these words tell us, good hearts? Will it be clearer if I add the header? Well, it goes like this: “Light of the wrong yellow.”
The veterans among us understand what I mean; and maybe today I write only for us old fighters. Of course we are still on the subject Tonal / Nagual; quite naturally, we speak of our individual programs and metaprograms with which we interpret, interpret, what is in our field of perception.
In the specific case, both are right. My wife, the world’s best wife as well as me! The Melchizedek people are going to jump in our faces now and tell us something about the polarity that is still escalating, and the Kabbalah people will say that, and the white magicians will say that and the black magicians that, and so on and so on … why, so I ask, do everyone have anything against the reality in this identity trail that we currently inhabit together? This shop is full of contradictions and with no word, not one syllable, it claims to be understandable or even explainable.
From the tonal side, it is extremely unlikely and bizarre to look at my phone calls with the apples, and even though the main theme of my activities and the suzuki sheds light on the topic of “apples and goats”, as you can see from our website www. g-cook.com knows.
Looking at the nagual aspects of what I do in this particular case, one might conclude that it requires tremendous energy to do exactly that, which is why it is not an option for everyone; another exclusion criterion.
And if we remain content free in the third step, we realize that the island of Tonal, just like the surrounding nagual, is not unpredictable, but unpredictably responsive to a logic inherent in us as humans in this identity trail, and at each of our steps, what also includes intentions.
This, let’s call it Orwell’s “Twisting” is what sets us ritualists apart from the profane masses. We simply have our own mainstream that works and works pretty well with us, but does not stand out from the mass mainstream. Again modesty is needed, and the modesty of the warrior, who strives for perfection in his own eyes, and does not care about applause or boos.
Good hearts We know what we are worth and we are free to consider other reviews because there is no way to compare, not even between two snowflakes. So let ‘s harden and forge our warrior mind and oppose it to this overflowing trace of idiocy as an adequate and effective measure of all things. Let us return to our practice of magic and give the world, which is only a trace of identity, for what it legitimately deserves, a loud and happy goodbye, for our stay here and now will end in the foreseeable future, while the nagual, the Where we will never be ends, and thus the safe address for our temporary retirement, and also a sigh of relief and a coming to you!
In this sense … Good hearts, me, what does it mean, WE wish you a summer as cool and casual as ours today!
We hear the days, your principalities and powers, your seed of the sky that you are, and that I love!
OK? Alright? Then clean, but very casual!
We, good hearts, all know what to do for us, and if we forget, we read it here:
And then … we do it – do it – do it!