SHACK 970 FED AND SOAKED

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I am forever endeavouring to portray or communicate and understand mystical experiences which make sense to the logic and intellect and of course to me they always fall short of the mark, why so?

The logic and intellect are on a different vibratory realm and mystical experiences are like the vapour the drifting hazy smoke that arises from the denser logic / intellect, they are finer and more subtle. Like the aroma from cooking, the essence the aroma and the denser being the cooked food.

On occasions in meditation and just 'washing up and mundane chores, the grace and bliss envelopes me spontaneously, yet when I am still and rhythmic and soft breathing in Qi Gong, I feel the bliss but something else; it is like a river of soft golden energy that begins to water the arid parts of myself.

The dry gulches, the deserts the very wastelands bare but for a few cacti and low weathered scraggy bush like plants, these being the scars of the traumas laying here without sustenance and awaiting for the 'touch' of renewal, a life with alertness and away from the searing parched desert of a world weary soul.  

Indeed the searing sun parched land of the dry soul weary from crying out for it knows not what and then the touch of this flowing river of light and the thirsty being is woken up, livened and finds the sorrows diminished and is eager for the vitality of living again. 

What is this nectar, this magic potion, this formula for active joyous living. It is the touch of God through the soul and this is a blessing and the Tao of life.

SHACK