VIOLET EYES

#1
I have experienced people transition and watched programmes of people who have transitioned this reality. Anyone who has ever watched someone transition always says. Their eyes turned violet.

If the eyes are the window of the soul is the violet flame the essence of what we are not who we are?

Maybe we are what not who.

Love Tawmeeleus x

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#4
Hello 😇

Well spirits speak through us all the time.
We are spirit and we will return to spirit. Your essence is spirit the physical is an illusion. Your conscience. Your intuition that is your spirit.

Spirit speaks through mediums, animals, synchronicity lots of ways. That is why I don't know if it is me. 😇

Violet eyes last here until a spirit transitions and then eternity.

Love Tawmeeleus x

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#5
Hi Cheneeka, or Tawmeelus.
We seem to share the same perception of what is ones essence.

But to the violet eyes and the transition...
So lets say that a soul, inheriting a human body, living in this physical reality, transitions.
Transitions into what?
Is that being still human and continuing to lead a life with a human body or did you mean that transitioning means to leave this physical existence, including the body.
Your words are kind of cryptic, that's why i am asking all of these questions, grin.
Greetings from nature.
Griolet and Ween

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#6
Shaj.

You missed the part of my post where I said the physical is an illusion!

Spirit is energy. Everything is energy. Depending on the evolution of energy the vibrations and frequency of the consciousness of the energy. That is the what.

Love Tawmeeleus x

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#8
Consciousness is one dimensional. If we as love can enter a reality as ego. Then after many lifetimes become unconditional love. It is a game for spirit. I say again. This is a playground for spirit!

Love Tawmeeleus x

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#9
i will look into this transition you mention.
personally i find that i am divided between planet Earth
and elsewhere
and i find my consciousnes
sitting on the fence between them both
with one foot, as it were, in each location.

the noise of the universe is extreme
a hugeness
rushing
through dimensions
not that i mind.
its just where i am now.

so i isolate myself from people
as it seems that
i am a danger to their existance.
and i dont appreciate
the terrible interventions that can happen
nearly purely by their proximity.

so i am not sure about this transition.
because i am not as i was
i am
much changed.
maybe this is not the transition you emntion
but is it the same for everyone?
all i know is what i perceive.
i used to live in a garden
and now
that which some call the multiverse
is my garden
and matter is just slow energy
that all fits neatly
into the gap between my touching thumb and forefinger
or its everyehwere
or nowhere
although it appears that
i am the funnel for this
event.
not something i asked for
just someone i arrived to be.
i wonder if this is my transition
i wonder.

how are you?
FORGET WHAT YOU WANT?
GET RID OF WHAT YOU NEED.
FRESH AIR AND SUNSHINE
WORKS FOR ALL TREES

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#11
still waiting for your bus. ...

the stars are stripes lending to the style of the vine
before yesterday time passed in pictures
yours and mine
now its the same
nothing to gain
waiting at the ancient cross
waiting at the ancient cross
what is it this time?

inside looking out
spinning round over the hills
why shouldnt i open up my hand
why shouldnt i open up my hand
the vision there
is the only thing
i can see, understand.

follow the cat, follow him
onto the next page
his way is open now
his wave goes away

at the end of whiskers way
is your turned stone to move
he will sit down
and lick at his fur
standing man will smile and approve.
standing man will smile and approve.
dotty in his little black hat
dotty in his little black hat

the wind is loud
violet weather of the moving soul
a river clouds the sun
sand and smiling man
make bitter leaving done
the cat is cheshire now
he gets the cheese
man lonely,lonely has his stone
your energy is rising, rising differently
and only in this moment see
a faded pinning to your wall fall free
teasing us that here and there, i am my tree.
just where you are now
remember from the time of Lot.
Remember from the time of Lot.

carry carry on the stone
carry for it will not carry you
cat and man are gone
lately cutting dicing
smelling onions
through coloured tears
hand by hand are real
this your contraband
was closed to the valley
where the walkers steal
waken waken lately
knife down and see
how you feel
lavender and cumin
sage and dusty turmeric
staging something
something coming soon
waiting
waiting for one wind to open
up your door of that room.
do you give away your stone
let the wind arrive to carry you
where no one sees and knows
only you alone
what you believe
shall be on the way
coming now
coming between the parsley pages
to awaken why, its travelling time
to open and open with this wind
open so that seeing is being more than fine
held onto by your cup of change
hotly in your hands
you can take the cat
he will want to come
you can take the
he will want to come
company
presently
along the line
that is only where opening
is not closing
growing and being
opening more to see and be
open open up
sunshining, with your energy
shining greatly
greatly getting brighter
windy weather wills spinning
round amongst you
not an appointment in a book
not a dot for stopping any line
feeling makes it be
outside of space and time
seeing takes you there
only you want to
and be opening open
feeling your way.
maybe then i can
can quietly consider
with all clarity
to be be
my tree.
FORGET WHAT YOU WANT?
GET RID OF WHAT YOU NEED.
FRESH AIR AND SUNSHINE
WORKS FOR ALL TREES
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