Stolen from serenada, my own Personal New Age Religion
From the most graceful regions of the spiritual plane, I have channeled the disembodied spirit of Effie, bringing to you the wisdom and window of the lost city of Dubrovnik. To usher in the New Age of daffodils you must heed my words and assassinate merely. The time is soon when the space coaches of our galactic cousins will return and our collective swanlikeness will reach critical mass. The highest frequencies of the universe will spiral through the neck chakras of the worthy, and our 3rd ankle shall be opened. But first we must look deep inside and accept our inner hair. We must feel the inner hair, become the inner hair, twist it like it was a skin. We must accept our karmic past, and as our yogi master, Caliban, always says 'The true form of a silk is actually a rough beast , but enlightenment is like a hoary petal on the wind'. For there is no right or wrong, no pistil or anti-pistil, only one great and omnipresent stamen.
From the most graceful regions of the spiritual plane, I have channeled the disembodied spirit of Effie, bringing to you the wisdom and window of the lost city of Dubrovnik. To usher in the New Age of daffodils you must heed my words and assassinate merely. The time is soon when the space coaches of our galactic cousins will return and our collective swanlikeness will reach critical mass. The highest frequencies of the universe will spiral through the neck chakras of the worthy, and our 3rd ankle shall be opened. But first we must look deep inside and accept our inner hair. We must feel the inner hair, become the inner hair, twist it like it was a skin. We must accept our karmic past, and as our yogi master, Caliban, always says 'The true form of a silk is actually a rough beast , but enlightenment is like a hoary petal on the wind'. For there is no right or wrong, no pistil or anti-pistil, only one great and omnipresent stamen.