Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Far under the compost of the leaves in years passed, one can hear the muffled rumble of the drums of war, coiling up like a Gaboon Viper, in stealth mode, on the far side of an ancient, decomposing log. It might be hard to imagine getting bitten by a metaphor for a vibrating skin; a metaphor the snake is still living in. You don’t want to get bitten by one of these. They have an enormous head and two inch fangs.
It is all the actions of serpents on the inter-penetrating planes. You can see enormous serpents half in and half out of the Earth. They are holographic projections of connecting diamond shapes that you can see right through. You can hear the demigod sounding the OM in the darkness of the Muladhara. Initially this also is the drum of war, uncoiling as it rises through the portals in search of Peace and… Peace will come once the opposites are united in the harmony of their love. The entirety of the process is all internal. The outside mirrors the inside; “your inside is out and your outside is in So come on. Come on, it’s such a joy. Come on, is such a joy. Come on and take it easy. Come on and make it easy. Make it easy… Everybody’s got something to hide, cept for me and my monkey.” The mind is a monkey and I guess you can fill in the blanks. Given the nature of a monkey you can assume there are a lot of blanks. Then… there is the Monkey on a Stick; Murder, Madness and the Hare Krishna Murders. You wonder how events like this can happen.