Post by Earthquake on Jul 25, 2016 8:11:13 GMT
Veins in my flesh, pulled up from deep in the earth got a firm and fiery grip on me. One could call it hell, it is a part of nature, a part of my design. The slitting of stone with it's burning, ear-splitting sound, the deep constant rumbling and pounding of what is going on, it is a blistering experience. Something pinches and thumps a nerve and a vein deep in my side to where I cry out and feel tingling throughout the meat, blood, and bones.
I practically rip out of my flesh into the cosmic stratosphere and am feeling connected to the lithosphere, asthenosphere all the way to the core at the same time to where I feel one with all of life. The ground moves, sending powerful ambient vibrations that deliver me with a screaming shock, hammering energy, that sends me flying down the streets, through the forests, the deserts, and to the edge of the world watching the ocean that yawns and tumbles sand and shells in and out of the abyss it is.
I feel like a puppet. The master is in the crust of the earth. It holds and manipulates me through my entire body, embedded into my nervous system. I walk and breath it all the time, everyday. Everything the ground does forces me to take it in and/or react either with excitement and/or physical pain. The fire underneath the plates burn and drive these forces and also remind me to connect with fire as my alternate energy and allow me to break free more and connect with those around me better. I would turn to stone and crumble without that. It is about time for a rupture.
I practically rip out of my flesh into the cosmic stratosphere and am feeling connected to the lithosphere, asthenosphere all the way to the core at the same time to where I feel one with all of life. The ground moves, sending powerful ambient vibrations that deliver me with a screaming shock, hammering energy, that sends me flying down the streets, through the forests, the deserts, and to the edge of the world watching the ocean that yawns and tumbles sand and shells in and out of the abyss it is.
I feel like a puppet. The master is in the crust of the earth. It holds and manipulates me through my entire body, embedded into my nervous system. I walk and breath it all the time, everyday. Everything the ground does forces me to take it in and/or react either with excitement and/or physical pain. The fire underneath the plates burn and drive these forces and also remind me to connect with fire as my alternate energy and allow me to break free more and connect with those around me better. I would turn to stone and crumble without that. It is about time for a rupture.