"Thought forms" (What are they in your understanding?)

Consider, if you will… We receive a constant instreaming of energy into our our mind and body. Ra says as much. We cannot fail to qualify this energy with our chakras, emotional and mental bodies, our biases and our will. We color this energy consciously or unconsciously. We produce thought forms in various degrees of intensity and definition. These can create or reinforce morphogenic fields. They can manifest physically.

When we want to manifest, we combine our desire with a plan. The more detailed the plan, the more likely the manifestation. We do this all the time. Be careful what you wish for!

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I searched for “Blind” and found this thread.

This is a lyric improv for session 98.

ATTUNED TO THE FIDDLER
(Song beat similar to
Jody Stecher, The Blind Fiddler)

I lose my way on the journey, a practice can that fix.
Works for some as meditation, some as prayerful tricks. And if all else fails, where nothing new is known.
Attuned to the fiddler, everywhere’s a home.

I took footsteps in the wild, to clear my mind as sane.
When something found as negative, sabotaged my voice as lame.
In mystery of the mucous, my throat is blocked from tune.
We share the world in greetings, some I’d rather prune.

Without complete removal, it seems ongoing gloom.
They say there is a cycle, of spirit that is kind.
Moments where it’s peaking, a smell of orange bloom. Together with a spirit friend, a remedy we find.

But soon as I recover, my cat falls sick and dying.
I assure it with some phrases, and hugs of love bestowed. Helpless from being helpful, my cat accepts my whine.
With motive for its loved ones, my cat won’t willing go.

A special vet lends insight, my cat can die or heal.
In the nexus of that space time, please remove that tumor ill.
Some anger of environment caused cancer I understand. But praise and thanks I give, lends my cat a better hand.

Resulting from the ruckus, routines are broken short.
Lost in the dramas, and threats of such unknowns.
I gaze upon the pine woods, for solace evermore.
Attuned to the fiddler, everywhere’s a home.

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I searched for “seed” and found this.

This is a lyric improv for
Law of One session 90,
to the beat of
The Who’s
Love Reign O’er Me

RAIN, KINDNESS SEED

holding rain, atoms of love
that span the reach,
the universe seeks

holding rain, atoms of love
enables expressions,
of creator’s ideals

rain, kindness seed
rain, kindness seed
love are we, light are we

holding rain, atoms of love
our forms we learn,
vary our ride

holding rain, atoms of love
our galaxy’s plan,
a desire is why

rain, kindness seed
love are we, light are we
rain, kindness seed
love are we, light are we

dark angels from days of old
by thought they move
when called unknown
deliver temptation
with clear clear aim

by our thumbs
and our tools and our wars
where speech is hot
then we’re psychic not
veils of god for polarity nod
with clear clear aim

rain, kindness seed
love are we, light are we
rain, kindness seed
love are we
RAIN

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