Beneath a Balboa tree

Summary

Beneath a Balboa Tree is a lyrical meditation on wisdom, mystery, and cosmic love—poetic reflections on truth, beauty, and awakening at luciditybooks.

Eons ago, the splendor of Nut descended upon a young man. He sat beneath a balboa tree during the middle of the day. The radiance of her perfect pitch-black resplendence was overwhelming. It caused the heart of this young man to feel as though it was melting away. This happened within the darkness of Nut’s delicate loveliness. As she began to speak to him, he was placed in an altered state of consciousness. Her voice resonated with all the wisdom of the known and the unknown. It contained majesties of frequencies and colors.

Lifting the young man into her arms and pressing his mouth to one of her breasts the young man is suckled by Nut with the knowledge that she has acquired over the ages. Nut has knowledge that she has assimilated before there was a before. Nut has wisdom that she knows is to come within the expanse of the ongoing.

Eternally bright from epoch to epoch. Forever unfolding in luminosity, Nut imparts her acquired wisdom to this young man. She has adopted him unto herself. Immortal to mortal. She bestows immeasurable frequencies and colors to the most beloved water and dirt. Nut spares none of her acquired wisdom. She breastfeeds him with that which she has created and with that which she has learned.

Nut acts as a covering over him. She is the young man’s protector and sustainer. She is his giver of life and his reincarnation to existence after life. The young man sits beneath a balboa tree as though he were a babe during the middle of the day. He is growing astute towards realities far beyond himself. His understanding is judicious and prudent under the weight of maturity. The milk of Nut’s quintessence is likewise installing this understanding into him.

A kernel of truth is not the truth and a tidbit of this is not the whole of that. The young man is now Nut’s treasure. He was fashioned for her pleasure. He gives light to those who want light. He provides dense darkness to those who do not want to partake of her intense dark beauty. This young man has truly come of age. Ages have come to him by the wisdom given to him by the covering of Nut.

So, what am I to say as one of the lost and found? Should I ignore the wisdom that Nut has given to the young man? Should I wallow within the distortions of the distorter as most people of the world do so dim-wittingly? Glow with the glowing of Nut’s eyes. Shine with the brightness of Nut’s smile. She is your covering and your truth. Her guidance will protect you from yourself and from those who want to harm you.

Free your mind of the ideologies and philosophies of those who are not of Nut. These are the ones who have made the planet earth an unhealthy place to live. They ultimately want to destroy it and all its creatures. They also wish to distort the story of life (history) to magnify themselves.

Beneath a Balboa tree sat a young man whose name is my name, whose name is your name. While sitting beneath this Balboa tree during the middle of the day, the luminosity of Nut embraced him. It elevated his manner of thinking. It enlightened him to this but not that. It raised him from the bottom to the utmost highest, which is his native state of existence.

Intelligence is fixed within the braids of Nut’s hair. Enlightenment is her abode. All whom are her own who want to devour her whole are free to do so. Nut is the shroud of elegance and layers of unfolding. And it is so.