the great river

i can give you descriptions of the Great River - the still waters and rough eddies that mix and flow like a Van Gogh turned on its side stetched shore to shore - but my words will always be two steps away from Source by the time they reach your canvas; pale reflections of the every-all.

i can give you directions to the Great River - but there's a good chance you'll be sent back to forge your own path from Here to There.

mayhap the best i can do is tell you about today's traipse, let what you need find you and either encourage or delay your trip.

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trees whisper-droned a thank you as the Maginficent Bastard and I sallied forth down the path early morning. he quadraped-ed and I loped as a prayer shawl of mist arrived oe'r the canopy. it was not the full-on rain that was needed, but the need's-need had been heard and responded to, and that was enough.

the waters were heard before they were scened - impossibly, if the senses were to be trusted - flowing to the left AND right both up AND down the incline of ground I knew for a fact was not an island.

karma brokers waited behind the gates at each of the seven stops as we got closer to the Great River, giving and taking based on energies and intentions and a thousand hidden variables. this should have delayed our arrival, but time dilated gate by gate until we were midwifed to the place where source and conduit and destination sacrified their distnctions to god's current while joy and suffering and paradox rhumba-ed between suns and moons and volition-less weather systems.

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i can give you descriptions of the Great River - but the best my words can do is trip you into a possible accidental Grace no-steps away from Source.

It's easy to check - are your feet wet?