The Art of Stone Spirits
and Spirits Out of the Woods
The Art of Stones Spirits Walking on a beach or along a stream Stones find me, beckon to take them home with me Draw the Spirits out, that manifest in my World I don’t know where they will go from here For whom they came to tell their story to show up and transmit their energy That’s why I present them here on Substack I do know that drawing them out calms me, no matter the state I’m in Sometimes they shape shift, being naughty and playful They also fight with or blend into each other, eager to be seen first Best visible at certain times in a day or even better in the evening Twilight seems to be optimal Turning the stone upside down reveals yet more faces Of animals and warriors, or the wise, blissful, angry silently holding energies they want to express and seen by They are so happy that I draw them out Waiting to guide and inspire somebody else They want to draw you in For you to connect with ME Which has, in my view, an interesting concept behind IT And give it some time, I will do my best to describe what I mean Anyway, the more you look at the Art of Spirits I’m sure, the more you’ll get IT How an ordinary stone in a burn can form and inform Sooth and Heal our Inner Child I love to share their determination to let me know there are no boundaries between them, It and Me
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An example of The Art of Spirits Out of the Woods, see the post “Fall in Love”
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“Look forward to the moment when it falls apart Look forward to the moment when you must rearrange your heart It might feel like the end of the world but it’s the beginning of your art” “Hold Me Close… the Tiny Cooper Story” David Levithan KEEP A LAPIDARY ;) Friday the 17th of March 2023 I became LOVE Completely Lost my Mind Became the luminous child Fulfilling my purpose of being Waking up on a karmic and innocent pathway in the middle of the night After a chat with my Spiritual Mother She died like a Lamb on the Railway and took the Dragon with her I don’t think about her that much any more Wonderful Gratitude replaced her Love has to be passed on The Stone Spirits help me to pass It on to You and receive even more of It Departing Time-Money Games Quit serving emptiness sucked in Aristo-crazy images of Old deceit and A Lie Telling me to Ffff off That’s why I’m De-Serving the Ones and Play Full-time again I found my-self in this Play of Love In case you haven’t noticed: I changed the SIM able to impersonate myself on the stage of my play The wide berth of people around signifies I’m no longer their game Silently, the Stoned Spirits came Proof of NO boundaries Between Us, Them, You and Me Firm to Inform Sooth and Heal Hold them Dear In Your Hand Gazing them Alive Manifest Dreams On the Inner Child morrow I Am in IT IT came to ME Only a tiny percentage of people express themselves artfully Deal with inner world Birth the outer processes to be awarded Sub-stacked, a recognition platform for artist and audience benefit Restored honour counts again So many spires in It who tell me there’s an exchange for people who get It I’m so ready for Them in Me I’m allowing Me in Them in my diary of a Lapidary (of sorts) They can Keep for donating what belongs to Me in exchange for a piece of Me The Price of Unseen Play on My Stage in Life where I won a battle with coughing crofters who’ll never get It Hence, their ingratitude has doubled my thankfulness Once I longed for Them to Get It Since I found Myself through Them It lets Me Go on Substack to Where I belong Today I found Home Pascal Le Love