How this works I don’t know. It just does.
The Garden Of Love – William Blake
‘I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turn’d to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.’
In No Sense.
And more fungi. I don’t know if they are magic mushrooms. If I knew what I was doing with them I would have a go but I don’t and don’t fancy ending up in intensive care. It’s all so surreal I’m not sure any help is needed in that regard. The message seems to be it’s trippy.
‘Can the child within my heart rise above ?’
In Wonderland. Alice is grown up now but the wounded inner child lives on.
I see your true colours. They are beautiful like a rainbow.
About the mushrooms and the mushroom cloud. There would appear to be a weird mirror and wordplay with War and Raw and Love and Hate and Mars and Venus within duality. Over the years I’ve noticed the Universe likes to throw love bombs about when they are least expected.
The Butterfly Effect.
We are Stardust, We are Golden.