A fellow spirit said, though it reads like a demand, “Never forget the medicine wheel and remember not to shine off those experiences, which cannot be explained by the word of man!”
But I haven't forgotten the medicine wheel, kind spirit. Though I do not know exactly what it is that my experience has told me of language, it is the only means I have to accompany silence and offer the spirit my experience. As you said, it cannot be explained by the word of a man.
The experience, my personal experience, has been a bit tough to grasp, so this man, me, not I, decided to flesh my particular and personal experience out in prayer/verse via the medicine and on the web. Though it cannot be explained, it is a benefit to me that I explore my experience and see what sticks and what does not (for me) through the dance with other spirit. No restrictions. What others take from it is theirs to receive, not mine to force upon their own experience of it.
Remembering is difficult in this atmosphere, probably as it should be, causing one to go further down the rabbit hole, so to speak, in order to find him or her self.
Your experience tells you that it cannot be explained through words, my experience tells me that it had better be able to be or the experience itself will remain indecipherable even to the one that experiences it, thereby relegating the experience utterly toothless and, in a large sense, pointless.
If everyone's experience is different and that personal experience cannot be interpreted for or by another, then I am the only one that can (for myself), according to that logic, interpret the meaning from my particular experience without rendering my experience (my place on the wheel) worthless in the eyes of the one (me) that is upon it....
(What?)
I am in control of my outcome in this belief. I am in what I imagine as our Heavenly Home and the fullness of Love is serenading me to write, to speak, to laugh, to cry, to forget and remember, the balance is hard to find.
(You’re mind is upside down! You think this is Heaven? Boy are you in for a shock...)
I see that we've created... hell. But for the life of me, I do not recall the need...
Instinct tells me that my blather and spin on the “what if” of existence has come full circle! Unknown, mind blown, overgrown, windblown, thrown, groan and drone of- boom boom and a rat-a-tat-tat, listen for the truth in that!
Conversations are needed at this stage of the game and the debate of our individual thoughts can be rather healthy for us…
~ Live, Laugh and Love...
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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