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Everything had a majesty to it. The chariots of the Gods were once described as like a wheel within a wheel and noble minds thought about it but were uncapable of offering any real solution.[br[I supposed Edgar Cayce thought about things along those lines even offering a construct about how time worked. It was time within time he said. A crop circle seemed to demonstrate what he meant. It was the superfluous incongruency of how time time worked and where it came from that had me mentally conjoining those circles to prove that you could separate the parts that when joined still equaled zero. That was the key to the whole thing ,that it had to equal zero. I'd write where I slept and that too proved useful as I found it was easy to write while I slept and I found my role as an enabler. Many had stories they just needed the right spur to get things started. I'd only offhand mentioned a phone box that had found a way of offering something quirky from my ch!ldhood that started things off. A knowledgible one let me in on something about the peculiar character who lived in the house right behind the phone box. In that house was the product of many years of 'old fashioned' research about everything to do with Egyptians. He knew if he pulled it apart enough he'd expose what may be a cornerstone of a far greater predynastic culture.[br[He made regular trips there during the cooler season prying apart things with his cane to gain a better insight. It was that spur of discovery that fascinated me most about the human condition. I was soon to discover that bug myself and took to many esoteric subjects. The crop circles were enigmatic in how they portrayed things like time. They were better than words a no words could cover the description of time. I started pulling clocks apart from a young age trying to release its secrets. A teacher shared what he knew about it and he quickly disappeared and it's always puzzled me where he got to. Another teacher taught me a lesson about time too and gave me a day I'd never forget. It all started with a lie and it was just the beginning of of my experience with a lying species. The thin material of my school pants not thick enough to sufficiently deaden the strokes of her cane to my bum. Once I'd reached a certain age I thought about that most days of the week, as it got me hard thinking about it. As my mind power grew I began to become lost in a thrilling sexual state. Once it would quickly subside but then it wouldn't any more. It was a combination of sex,sun and music that ruled my day. While others set to making their fortune or families that got high on the rituals of life I sank ever deeper into a strange world. I would walk for hours at times finding a spot high up with a view and eagles that hovered overhead and I'd lay there completely naked slipping into a dreamy state jut opening my eyes occasionally to see those eagles deliberating on whether I was dead or not. My tittbit browning in the sun might be enough to tempt an eagle. The dance music in my headphones played my emotions like they were guitar strings. I would roll over to do my other side letting the eagles view my little bum.[br[The warmth on my back seemed to soak right into me. But of all the things the Universe could offer I never really got past thinking about what made time tick. I would stare at the crop circle that was possibly the closest description of what time was about and imagine transcending to a higher consciousness that could understand it. I offered my higher conciousness a reward too, an orgasm of mind blowing proportions if it could figure it out. And so I dreamed in the Sun and biting insects took to me like a discarded carrion. I was locked in my tranced state that I could nothing to shew them away. I offered the good wishes and felt the pain of one that had bitten the head of my cock. I got a real boner from that one and it reminded me of straightening up and feeling the pain from those cane strokes on my butt. I felt like telling her it was all a lie. Maybe that would make it even worse. Lying about a lie.      Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!  |
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Here we see the constituents of time. Memorize it and have it explained to you during a dream. Imagine my surprise when I found out that my opinion actually mattered!
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