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I_Am · 09-25-2008, 03:47 PM

Felt and wrote this the other day, illustrates my feelings of the "Infused Avalon Magic":

Change. It is coming.
I can sense it.
Touch it almost can I.

The atmosphere is so obviously filled with the filaments of many souls, of many times gone and those to come. Almost visible is it.

Joni Mitchel plays Amelia and my spine is shivering in anticipation.

Drove past the small village of my youth this morning. Told myself the stories of the awakening child: "This is the tree i got stuck in with my left arm when trying to get those wild plums", "Here is the ruins of the house of my schoolmate", "Where these houses now are used to be the biggest and sweetest wild raspberries", "This is the house where the girl of my first kiss used to live"...and on and on.

Shivers. Tears. My throat stuck with memories.

And then so very clear; that THEN still is NOW in some respect. That boy is me is that old man becoming me.

And now it is time for change. Of paradigm. Of the souls asleep, waking up to realize that being time is just another way of dreaming.

Morning bell that is me is calling me. Tessla awaits from one of the other alternnatives that are being given me at any given point.

09-25-2008, 03:47 PM	#33
I_Am Avalon Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: Stockholm, Sweden Posts: 117	Re: Infused Avalon Magic Felt and wrote this the other day, illustrates my feelings of the "Infused Avalon Magic": Change. It is coming. I can sense it. Touch it almost can I. The atmosphere is so obviously filled with the filaments of many souls, of many times gone and those to come. Almost visible is it. Joni Mitchel plays Amelia and my spine is shivering in anticipation. Drove past the small village of my youth this morning. Told myself the stories of the awakening child: "This is the tree i got stuck in with my left arm when trying to get those wild plums", "Here is the ruins of the house of my schoolmate", "Where these houses now are used to be the biggest and sweetest wild raspberries", "This is the house where the girl of my first kiss used to live"...and on and on. Shivers. Tears. My throat stuck with memories. And then so very clear; that THEN still is NOW in some respect. That boy is me is that old man becoming me. And now it is time for change. Of paradigm. Of the souls asleep, waking up to realize that being time is just another way of dreaming. Morning bell that is me is calling me. Tessla awaits from one of the other alternnatives that are being given me at any given point.