Love

Kunzite - Konar Province, Afghanistan

     Kunzite – Konar Province, Afghanistan: Bijoux-et-mineraux  

Ah hum’s roots – I love

In strength Ah Hum’s emotions were the ground on which he was able to stand tall and fight in the name of love; whereas in situations of weakness his emotions were a pitiful flight of lost love. When his roots were nurtured, they gave him his positive determination to continue loving; when he abused them with spurned love, they spewed up a directionless lassitude which turned into resentment.

Love was a complex state of being that needed the support of powerful allies. Out of his alchemist’s calico bag he drew:

Hiddenite and orange blossom oil: tokens of heartfelt gratitude.

Aventurine crystals and melissa leaves: to symbolise the sweet harmony of spiritual and emotional growth.

Watermelon tourmaline and unction of nard: symbols of loving kindness since ancient times.

Rose quartz and rose oil: the eternal symbols of unconditional love.

Kunzite and palma rosa oil: the possession of which would induce a state of inner peace within him.

Allan Taylor,author Luanshya musings

Tourmaline crystal rain

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So Hum left the thick branches for the delicate higher ones, and that was when the tourmaline dream rains fell. It was a good move – So Hum felt love. His dream rain was a dream come true. He was in love with life. He had scraped together his entire being and with a quiver of excitement, was attempting to offer it to someone at the top of his rain tree.

He saw love as a gift bestowed upon him from high. It was a token of his bliss and he offered a gratitude for his existence.

In his simple dreams, his good intentions seemed to unfold effortlessly. It seemed that everything was in collusion and everything was going his way. He no longer felt the earlier needs to shy away from the dark or to look for others. All was one and one was all, and that’s all there was. His love of everything was proof of this cohesive state of being.

His gratitude poured out of him, then oozed out and then became a trickle before it dried up. This was because he started to take love for granted and love’s aethereal spirit departed to an imaginary distant shore. Was he ever a part of the eternal loving oneness that those pink and green rains had once promised him?

Allan Taylor, author. Luanshya musings

TGIF…

This week seems like its been a long road… but I have a feeling that I have got somewhere.

My Soul is not an insular bundle of energy,

It is one of countless oscillating waves that make up the aethereal sea of humanity.

It is my spiritual destiny to unconditionally resonate within these spiritual waters.

When I hear them wash up against the shoreline of my being,

The familiar lapping sound that I can hear, is my homecoming.

Allan Taylor, author of Luanshya musings

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                         Justin Foulkes

Erratum

This amazing photograph is of Red Almandine Garnets on Graphite matrix – Red Embers Mine, Massachusetts: with courtesy of Bijou-et-mineraux.tumblr.com,

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Feeling rain

As So Hum climbed into the first sturdy branches, a new silica dream rain fell. It was warmer than So Hum’s first dream rain, and it had an attractive colour. Hum could feel new stirrings in his being; a faint tear in his fear-lined coat; something warm and inviting rubbing against the inner walls of his bloodless veins and sloth intestines.

He started to feel good about himself for no particular reason other than there was nothing else to feel good about, that is beside his enriched dreams. At times he felt he would explode as his good feelings tried to elbow their way out of him…

Allan Taylor, author Luanshya musings

Pomegrante rain

Feeling rain

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As So Hum climbed into the first sturdy branches, a new dream rain fell. It was warmer than So Hum’s first dream rain, and it had an attractive colour. Hum could feel new stirrings in his being; a faint tear in his fear-lined coat; something warm and inviting rubbing against the inner walls of his bloodless veins and sloth intestines.

He started to feel good about himself for no particular reason other than there was nothing else to feel good about, that is beside his enriched dreams. At times he felt he would explode as his good feelings tried to elbow their way out of him…

Allan Taylor, author Luanshya musings