Chapter-twenty-eight - Flower Power

Flower Power
"I love you"

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Flower Powers
I am proud of you

The power of flowers is flowing full of life. They tend to pick up on a persons emotions. Plants are like having pets. They attune to the people around them. Being a care taker of plants, is like being master in a magical manner.

The magic is in, the paying attention to. Paying attention to your plants, starting from seed and watering it with the emotion. "Love over all". The more attention you pay into your plants, transforming a garden in the vales of magical joy... By magical means in this case we are working with the value of emotions. Emotions have a grade A value in the working arts of magic.

By deliberately projecting emotions, directing the feelings with will. We can energize the living being of the plant, with the attention we pay into the spiritual part of the plant. Inner core of the plant. Speak to the heart of the plant. You are generating magic in your actions. By speaking, your sending vibrations threw the air, into the plant, it reacts to this stimulation. It trades air with you and a bond is made between the one and the plant.

Blue light special, seasoned with love...

You can cast spells on plants. It is a good way to practice your skills. Hone your natural abilities and instinct, hand to eye. Now go with the flow of passing winds. Learn to be the plant. Feel it growing inside you. The roots sinking, limbs reaching into the sky. See the flow in the plant, that flow is the your heart beat, pumping blood threw veins.  

Keep an open mind

You are as one with the plant,. Now that we are familiar with the one plant. We can clone, producing many plants. Having a magical relation with the one plant this gives you communication with all the siblings and surrounding plants. 

Communication is important giving you vital information. With communication with your plants you'll get a verity of flashes and knowing. As this physic bond grows between one and the garden. You'll know exactly what to do for the plants health. You'll know its basic needs. 

Gates open to pathways of the mind

Potted plants tend to like moving around. If you pay attention to the vibration in the air, feel your attention being pulled in one direction or another. Triggering your emotional bond. Follow the gut feelings to do as.

The emotional physic bond between plant and a green sage allows you to feel the needs of the life force inside you. Talking and humming and singing to your plants. This action only strengthens the bond. 

Deep deep down we begin again round and round

The bonded plant acts as a medium between the plant world and the green sage. Giving you a magical advantage over other food gardens. Your plants growing twice as good, twice as fast, five times tastier. 

The trick of this trade is growing with love 

Run and call wolfywolf too many times... The blood hound blues come sniffing around...

Growing with emotions flowing into the garden. With your ability to grow and your heart to care for the life you are growing. To give of your self. The responses is a blooming image in mind, the plants reaching out handing you its own life bearing. Knowing the tender to adult, gifting fruits as a thank you for loving me. I know you...   

I love all the lady voices in my head

sweet, neat,  n happily complete

forever more like soft spoken whispers, 

deep red velvet  rose buds, blooming into flower.

In the hour, early morning when sun rises,

 dew forms drops, rolling and dripping off  the  peddle. 

Falling to the meadows below, in fields of wild flower.

Your whispers sweet to inner ear,

Bringing vision to the mind 

O you sweet voices of mine.

Love never ending

Written by me and voices in the air

Vision

Looking out over the valley, the sands blowing up in the winds of  sun scorched and baron lands. Brown as far as the eyes can see. Seeing a single tear drop, falling from the heavens above. I look up to see goddesses of the air, begin crying down on the valley below. Looking down and seeing brown turn green. As seeds sprouting to life.  This brings the eyes a joyful sight.  The heart is  a warm feeling, pumping blood threw the veins out into the body.

The masses jump in thunder, roaring down the way. Like a raging flood the water comes flowing in. The sight, as if it were a wall, with a reflection. Looking deep into the reflection. I see my self, standing there alone, waiting...

The wave crashes to the earth with a sound, loudly rumbling like a train falling off its tracks. The ripping tide eroding the earth under my feet. The ground gives way, I am left there standing alone, feeling lonely. Walking on water, looking for land with stone. Stone with lush grounds and sweet dirt.

The fog rolls in and the fog rolls out, leaving me with a bright sunny blue day. The light a golden silvery green, blushing with colors  of brilliance.  The light all drawing attention, from heart to mind. As if blind, I look into the future seeing me as a star. Walking out of a scar...

Looking over yonder seeing trees growing, in fields rolling over old sands blowing. I set my foot from air to dirt, before me and in foreword motion, the ground under foot, blooming deserts green. With each new step the grasses bloom to drop new seed.

Before me three towers form out of mind. I look up in design, as I add in all the details one piece at a time. forming 3 rings bracing the 3 towers together forming one. Reaching into the heavens with priests painted in gold, shaven clean with a silver dot marking the crown of the head. 

The building is no building. it is a gauntlet of energy to brace in arms. In-scripted codes of honor in GOD we trust. A twist and turn and the world learns the value of better ways. 

Crossed eyed the devil lived 

making his way from head to head

His daughter dressed in velvet red

sweet as wine presents the divine

I see an assortment rising, climbing a ladder one by one. Each racing to the top. One by one they find their hands missing, One by one the foot hold comes undone. One by one with each step falling. One by one harder to the ground. Fiddlers twang out a note to the drumming of one falling in love with a single heart beat. A moment in time passing in sweet memories. A union untold of a forbidden rose. 

Those come running step short tumbling falling out the way. O mother Mary may I dance with maidens of tight awareness. Those there all silly laying on the floor before me. Look how fair their hair, Sweetly scented with :Rosa - Mary:. 

How are you?   

feeling me inside the wire.

This vision, a day dream going on forever more. A story out of imagination threw dreams and wonder I adore. threw the times to come by the times done past. Now we be 3 in one and that is so much more fun. 3 in one and one in three flowers and we are baking apple butter pie. No lie fry...

There are days that open us into dream after dream blending together making one cool dream world...