The Monks They Monk Amongst Themselves
A Novel of Surreal and Mystical Expression:
by Vincent Tnegana Marino
© Tnegana/ComeUpForAir DESIGNS, 2011. All rights reserved.
Our Ritual Abuse of Intention
by Vincent Tnegana Marino
© Vincent Tnegana Marino/ComeUpForAir DESIGNS, 2011.
Until we begin to see that there needs to be a lasting shift in our perspective, and it needs to be reached at all costs...we are committed to staving off our fullest potential as human BEINGS:
In this way, we are beginning to reprogram our thinking patterns, well deep into our subconscious.
We then begin to experience the way our subconscious AND conscious awareness have been designed to serve us all, for the better.
Thinking that I am not alone in the belief that we have not experienced our life's fullest purpose on this planet, because up until now all of our best efforts have ebbed and flowed with a mere hint of what was fully intended.
It's a simple equation of our personality-patterns being a product of having been programmed for SO long, that we find it "natural" to settle for less of our capabilities. Our ritual abuse of intention.
Because of this, we experience half of the life that's been intended for us, and we teach this "half-life" to our offspring, and filter it into our school systems.
Then we are supposed to believe that somehow a great job, money to die for, and prestige will be everything we look for to make us really hap-hap-happy in life.
We may be destined to re-experience this doldrum from one day to the next, year after year...until we pass on.
Something never sat well with me with that "plan for fulfillment".
So, I searched since I was a very young boy.
I wrote something a little over one year ago.
It is this:
WE ARE ALL ANGELS SENT HERE IN DISGUISE.
TROUBLES ARISE WHEN WE START TO BELIEVE IN OUR DISGUISE MORE THAN WE DO OUR MISSION.
It makes me shutter on occasion when I really dwell on these two sentences.
It could very well be true after all, that our search for lasting happiness and mystical/spirit experience is found in our own deepest reflection of the stranger within our Self.
So much for having learned everything we need in school.
I have GOT to attribute these written statements and reflections as coming from the higher source of infinite wisdom within. What a profound perspective on life.
Today I choose to shift my conscious awareness as to my true calling, and my sincere hope is that I may act as a humble relay to you, and to whomever enters into my path that is honestly seeking to climb up a little higher.
Once again...
WE ARE ALL ANGELS SENT HERE IN DISGUISE.
TROUBLES ARISE WHEN WE START TO BELIEVE IN OUR DISGUISE MORE THAN WE DO OUR MISSION.
Please feel free to dwell on these two above sentences for a few days.
I am sure that it is exactly the shift that will take you into a different gear, and then being that a different eye has been opened within you, you will start experiencing certain visions that have been tailor made for you.
This gear shift will take us ALL into a higher ground, onto a higher road of self-discovery.
Sincerely;
Vincent Tnegana Marino
10/06/2011
© Vincent Tnegana Marino/ComeUpForAir DESIGNS, 2011.
I Lost My Head Last Night
I lost my head last night. Have you seen it?
I lost it in Atlantis, and it speculated on the dog.
I've seen as Edgar Cayce, and you called my blitherings mad.
I heard a tree snap like a stack of paper in the wind and winded up in my own skin again-
Then I realized I was as hungry as a pack of angry wolves, and I was in again.
Upon my sheets I bled next to a stolen knife while waking up to the memory of a circus gone awry...
and within my memory of you and the joy along with the laughter of children and their tears that were stolen I found that nothing made sense in my seeing
and paintings that I've painted melted like molten lava from off the earthly walls.
I lost my head last night
and in the sequence of events I pulled novels from a head that wasn't mine.
The Monks They Monk Amongst Themselves In Sunken Ships In Books On Shelves
I think I've located my missing head
and sounded like thunder and cheer
the applause of appauling angels
as I lie bleeding from a femur next to a bicycle in bed-
Vincent Tnegana Marino
3:25 AM Septembre 3, 2011.
© Tnegana/ComeUpForAir DESIGNS, 2011. All rights reserved.
9:19:00 PM Saturday, September 03, 2011.
Lava Girl / She Blushes Up and Down
Skin of wax so untypical
She floats to me real elliptical
She's just like paraffin
She's my favorite word
Inside her is where I form
And I love her like the holy ghost of a man that I am-
Drip down lava
Licked like antelope licks cantaloupe
In honey there
Lava girl envelope tasted lips
Taste on my tongue
Essence of Woman
Hard to explain-
(Plight)
She blushes up and down-
She conquers me like a bird of prey
A condor specifically
I am a conduit of speciality, whether or not she says one word to me
She is my receiver
Believe her...for heaven's sake-
I quiver because of her
Now she's a ghost too
And I reach out my right arm to hold her
And joy she melts all over me once more
Always over me...like a bright blue star...much lined with a silvery-white
She comes for me...
My Lava Girl
She blushes up and down-
December 8 2007 9:56 AM
Vincent Marino © ComeUpForAir DESIGNS, 2011.
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