Message #20071

[Jitendra Hydonus]

This looks like a portal to your past shannon. Your past in Oregon and France. Your past arrises more often with Saturn transiting your moon. It can b quite a sentimental journey!  I remember driving thru Oregon quite a lot. A few years ago I was thinking about starting a music business along the coast and had a storage unit there. All the trees and forest area near the ocean was terrific.

Your pictures have so much scenery underneath the surface. Even treasure far far below. It all appears to b symbolic of the depths of reality beyond our seemingly ordinary existance. The water spiders at first appear formidable but after closer observation they have funny faces and seem to reflect their true identity of entertainment on the way down to the treasure below.

The France canal scene-Canal du Midi-is like a world of its own.The reflections off the glassy surface reveal a different view from above. Intentionally or not there appears to b a man in the tree to the viewers rite... holding a guitar in his hand.  He is wearing a green shirt and is holding a brown guitar. There is a large flower right underneath him and he has a beard. He is a part of a long vine hanging from the tree. U may have  to expand the photo on your phone or computer to make him out. But there he is! There r also dark apparitions in the trees high above. I see a brite future at the end od the canals corridor.

Metolius needs more time for me.

I saw Babaji free from this cosmic dream
there is an open door to a corridor
beyond time and space
there is a place
where all our heroes fade away

i have meditated in such splendid places. When we add the factor of meditation to our memories they become unforgettable. Didn't know you have so much talent on reserve... just waiting for u to share it.

thanks... it is much like entering someone's personal world. After opening my eyes to the world outside... to Chicago-where i am at today- I realize I just had been inside of another person's inner life and inner stirrings.

steve