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Name:
Sansin Ashtamangala
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I am poised between being bound, and the movement of Spring. Bound like sleeping beauty who is released by love's kiss into the violent passion of Spring. Bound as in the cosmic egg, which exploded when the cosmos was hatched. Explosive moment of creation - moving dynamically chaotically.
The First Mountain rises in sight.
The Mountain Sis na jin rises in sight.
The Chief of the Mountain rises in sight,
Like the Most High Power it rises in sight.
Like the Most High Power Whose Ways Are Beautiful it rises in sight.
The First Mountain near you is beautiful as it rises up. . . .
The First Mountain near you is a sacred mountain as it rises up. . . .
The First Mountain to which we travel etc. . . ..
The First Mountain we reach. . . .
The First Mountain we climb. . . .
The First Mountain we travel over. . . .
The First Mountain where we stand on the summit. . . .
The First Mountain we camp on. . . .
Tsun bey dzil gaye a'desdai
The First Mountain rises in sight.
The Mountain Sis na jin rises in sight.
The Chief of the Mountain rises in sight,
Like the Most High Power it rises in sight.
Like the Most High Power Whose Ways Are Beautiful it rises in sight.
The First Mountain near you is beautiful as it rises up. . . .
The First Mountain near you is a sacred mountain as it rises up. . . .
The First Mountain to which we travel etc. . . ..
The First Mountain we reach. . . .
The First Mountain we climb. . . .
The First Mountain we travel over. . . .
The First Mountain where we stand on the summit. . . .
The First Mountain we camp on. . . .
Tsun bey dzil gaye a'desdai
About Me:
Hometown:
"Asam di gunung, garam di laut bertemu dalam satu belanga."
Occupation:
Carrying a lotus lantern with a 3 fold flame to guide people 2 the mountain's summit
Interests:
Drawing pictures in the sky
Channel Comments
Was this Illumination born in me."
A spirit-soul is laboriously traveling along a long and windy road littered with nondescript rocks, all of which are uniform in their shapes, sizes and appearances. What then and when and if entertains, inspires and/or educates such a Sacred Heart to suddenly and spontaneously pick up one of these rudimentary rocks, to then ingeniously throw it against a hardened surface, thereby smashing it open like an ancient scroll, only to then auspiciously reveal, patent for all to see and assay, within its innermost innards an adamantine gifting; the Love Itself; that is, Divine Love that is the Holy See that is the Mercy Seat?
"Those things, which caused me such anxiety, have all vanished;
Now, I sleep in peace and tranquility, and my mind is in a state of deep and profound peace; the inverted lotus of my heart has blossomed forth;
Behold, a wondrous miracle has happened!"
living life is a shared experience with the affinity of the infinity that is the mystery and its movements in an eternal and endless revealing and reveiling of death-rebirth events and experiences