sometimes...i loose myself in fixing some cloths to some o' my window
frames...
Kind of making some blinds quickly out of some nice piece of
cloth put on both sides ... for the time lasting - fixed with a pair of
thumbtacks -
there must be, there certainly is a traveller's'eeker
inside of me.
hiding for the night. hiding nightly activities behind blinds..., not to
upset the sleepers.
always knitting loose ends - ropes even.... ok, well - not really. but from time to time i get the order to do so, take this three strings of that person...
like weaving hair accurately into a lovely braid - tightly knitted, but not too strong. gettin them drifting parts to pull into one direction again - together - and not against each other any-more.
mind, heart and soul within your self as well as within any other person's - can not be expected to act as one in harmony... as one voice..
they simply can't. only the refinement of them three leads to the forth - an undistroyable castle of consciousness - based in the armour of conscience.
a plasmatic field however - sort of a holographic cloud o' light - like a Star Sapphire - This glomming secret light-cloud - hovering between the in- and outside of the crystal . . . . .
so consciousnes arises out of the fluidum provided by the threefold concept.
Master/Star, King, Queen of heart, mind and soul, but not superior to it.
ready to receive the crown:
[ a young lady or a young keen man, kneeling in front of a throne on stairs...]