It's rare that I find text that emulates quite accurately some of my own deep held views that refer to other people and so I have copied some extracts that do:

I've told people who're about to become parents for the first time that the experience is as much philosophic as physical, my reasoning being this: When you are childless your identity is a fiction that can, necessarily, be rewritten. Yes, yes, of course you have all sorts of relationships, but it's only your own child for whom it's an absolute and irrevocable emotional requirement that you remain identifiably the same person. Infants, as we know, thrive in contexts defined by routines and norms, and what can be more destabilising than a mercurial parent, forever striking this or that pose. When concerned commentators say that teenage girls get pregnant because they want somebody who will love them unconditionally, they're only addressing an aspect of this desire - because surely, just as much as anyone wishes to be loved, so we wish to be loved for ourselves, and in order for this to be possible at all, we must be one self and one alone, rather than a omnipotential whirl.

... the vast majority of my life has been taken up with childcare, or - as the mothers of my offspring would undoubtedly argue - its avoidance. . . .

But whether caring or careless, it's been impossible for me to side-step - both psychically and physically - the status of being a parent, whatever that means, because throughout my lifetime, and with gathering intensity during my own childrearing years, the value we attach to the reproduction of our species has become problematic.

...Women may think they're putting their career first, but really it's the planet that's become their problem child.
http://m.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-31149081

In the Buddhist Zodiac, the rabbit is used to indicate traits such as creativity, compassion, and sensitivity.

I met a young inquisitive Alice, with rabbit like white hair. Alice talked of other worlds and maybe tripping there.

Video from 1967 with a young Grace Slick

Alice talked on many things, most of visions of beauty, life immortal and spirits divine, but Alice had also met people that had very bad trips going down the hole.

Me? I was born in the year of the rat. On one journey I was scared out of my wits, so frightened, that seeing someone roll up their sleeves I thought they were going to dismember and kill me; that everyone was whispering and planing how best to do it. I thought it would be better to kill myself as the fear of the anticipated slaughter would not stop. However I was so petrified that I could not move and if I could get to move I would make myself more visible and be caught and tortured.

It took me many months of telling myself that this had all been in my mind and nothing to do with the trip I took before I could take another. By recognising fear as a mental trap I could deal with it. It is hard to explain where in the mind fear can be confronted and how to deal with it but there are several ways I found. One was the knowledge that I had survived the worst; that gave me the strength to carry on, two that I could relax and thirdly that I could focus.

Relaxing has its place but as attachments fall away what fills the void, my friends maybe?

Focussing in good company surrounded by words and sounds from those who from the caterpillar grew and learnt to fly.

In endless long journeys in search of bliss, through births and marriage, divorce and death, I stumbled upon a flower, a lotus no less and yet so much more than this. Each petal was a lover and should I look at one of these delicate aromatic beds of joy I would again be married. Yet all things in this world, no matter how beautiful, that are born. will die. Not wanting to be subjected to such repeating ways I avert my eyes, though yet another petal would attract my gaze.

There at the centre of the petals was the space I shied from looking on, seeming brighter that the midday sun. Yet I thought if I were to be blinded at least I would not be distracted by the infinite consuming petals. So having deftly dealt with fear I turned my eyes toward the light so clear. I was seated as if the I were the centre of the universe in perfect warmth of a universe of total love. Each petal was a consciousness of love that could not be consumed and I was no less than any other.

As a rat, and no fear of creation or loving with the cat I journey as an animal, Though my thoughts be precursor of fear and actions that for pain, sitting at the centre of the lotus, I know all animal love is vain.

My sister only took a single trip and was not amused to the see the cat grinning at her from the trees and never ventured down that way again: but then it was not a selective choice she made as another animal, having fun, pushed her down the hole.

As I am; and as I become; it is understandable that curiosity discovers, and as the body learns to crawl and walk the earth, nature can seem but a shadow of a fuller dream. There is at the centre here, the mind that sees itself. Defining beauty not it terms of consuming passions made, but from the knowledge inside made, that only the love can hold the day.

Leave at the gate and in the store those trips that businesses do adore to shape, take not the manufactured bus to get you to the brink, but think! There's so much more you missed within your stride, you think the moon doth move the tide. But coincidence is in this place and should you look under the sink you may find a link or book that may describe what Alice took. From plants and fungus, spore and seed come all the keys that you will need.

You may unlock the door if you should chose by having one or two of those. Three or four may suit you more or maybe ten or by the score but consume them fresh and in the field.

And when all has been calmly done, walk with the streaming clouds and sun. And as the day shall turn to night under stars if you like. No matter if you wander through the mist you are free and in a place of bliss where you are all and you can be.

Book 1
INVOCATION

[1] My soul is wrought to sing of forms transformed to bodies new and strange! Immortal Gods inspire my heart, for ye have changed yourselves and all things you have changed! Oh lead my song in smooth and measured strains, from olden days when earth began to this completed time!

[5] Before the ocean and the earth appeared—before the skies had overspread them all—the face of Nature in a vast expanse was naught but Chaos uniformly waste. . . . .

[21] But God, or kindly Nature, ended strife—he cut the land from skies, the sea from land, the heavens ethereal from material air; and when were all evolved from that dark mass he bound the fractious parts in tranquil peace. The fiery element of convex heaven leaped from the mass devoid of dragging weight, and chose the summit arch to which the air as next in quality was next in place. The earth more dense attracted grosser parts and moved by gravity sank underneath; and last of all the wide surrounding waves in deeper channels rolled around the globe.

[32] And when this God—which one is yet unknown—had carved asunder that discordant mass, had thus reduced it to its elements, that every part should equally combine, when time began He rounded out the earth and moulded it to form a mighty globe. . . . And as the heavens are intersected on the right by two broad zones, by two that cut the left, and by a fifth consumed with ardent heat, with such a number did the careful God mark off the compassed weight, and thus the earth received as many climes.—Such heat consumes the middle zone that none may dwell therein; and two extremes are covered with deep snow; and two are placed betwixt the hot and cold, which mixed together give a temperate clime; . . .

Units of facts invariably distort the truth(space)
Time is a measure of the distortion of space.

I and I are walking to the mountains, but as we walk so slowly the mountains bow to meet us and as they do they leave a whole in the sky where the rain gets in.

The rain is the dew of life like the photons are the dew of light. With the grace of the mountain they fall with a full heart, dissolving fear and insecurity to build a home for feelings

Marriage, Love, Concious Engagement and Death
I am born into this world and married until death do us part. No doubt I have views on the parting in e of immortality but from the initiation into marriage I not it does not appear to be much of my choosing although there are those that would argue I chose to be born. Nevertheless from where I stand it seems as if this was an arranged marriage.

Due to the above conflicts I see the body concious separate from the intellectual logic of the spirit wherein I am everlasting.

So I am married and what took me some 21 years to realise is that it is my interest to love the world. That this was a insight rapidly rising once I had taken LSD, nonetheless the act of love was clearly that; a change in my acting to acknowledge my love. Details of the changing character are of some interest to me but of little to anyone else.

From this habit of love comes an engagement by which I mean a specific focus of the acts that is clear and devoted.

My loyalty is permanently challenged as the love of this mortal and killing field conflicts with my concept of immortality so I await my divorce: but hope that whilst I am still engaged in this earthy indulgence of destructive consumerism, that I foster a love for being without the need of being loved.