Posted by Algis Kemezys on January 02, 19104 at 09:44:28:

In Reply to: Stone Faced Sober : eWorld Premiere posted by Algis Kemezys on December 09, 19102 at 17:33:07:

This is an image from Mexico city.

http://www.pbase.com/image/6609111

The Spheres are from about this size to that of a baseball. I shall be comparing the two to see if they have any similar characteristics. If one was to find a sphere the size of a base ball, which in my case I think I have, or the sphere found me. What would you do ?

I had newly arrived on the southeast coast and was firmly ensconsed by the jungle. Near my hotel was a pasteur with two fine horse grazing.

Having Grown up on a farm

I let out my best whinney, in honor of Whinney and the horse that didn't kill me when I fell off from it while it jumped a ditch and it's hoof landed right on my chest. I thought I was dead but the horse never put an ounce of weight on me and thus I only had the wind knocked out of me.

Truely something Whinney would do.

So this was the image I was broadcasting to the two mares that were there. I had been visiting them several times a day letting them get to know me. I brought them scapes of fruit and ran beside them in the squeeshy field from all the daily rain in these parts.

Eventually I decided to go over to where the horse had kept looking. Over on the edge of the pasteur were some magnificent old trees covered in moss and several kinds of crawling vines. Many spider webs graced the branches and the roots which extended from the trees about 2 to5 yards were like knotted old fingers disfiguered by arhtritus. There to around the tree was a primordial of pool which was as formidable to walk through barefoot as anything I have ever imagined coming from Central Maine.

Later I was find out about the over 86 poison creatures living here but this can't be too bad because there are humming birds about and a bird that keeps trying to imitate my whiper will bird call.Flowers see tyo be everywhere.My skin seems to feel delicious from all this moisure and soft rain.

I don't know how I made it through that mud and onto the trees extended roots. It was dizzling outside towards dusk and there are just to many things to deal with that the eerie howling sound of the monkeys overhead was enough to curdle my intestinal contents.

It was so fantastic under that tree , so marvelous to look up such simbiotic growth between so amny things. Still I am freaked out by mosquitoes and bees that like my aqua velva that I am whereing. SO I decided to leave this verdant by the tree and look up at the horse that have finally come closer to me.

The chestnut mare then gives a swing of it's head to continue they both look at each oither and then gallop to the other side of the field.

I tippy toe along the roots and then my sore foot finds a spot of genuine comfort. So comfortable for my twisted foot from an accident that I decide to stay there and exercise it. I look up and the horse is now looking at me from the other side of the field and kind of nodding yes.

I decide that maybe this is an ancient healing tree and squat down to remain in place and collect my wits a bit. While squatting I look down at my toes and straighten them out and relize I have a bit of toe nail fungus setting in.
I have been barefoot for all the days here so far and this is not safe or good.

I pick at one of my toes and look around around there in that primordial pool of mud and horse manure and many other things, so I do not let my imagination go too far. In Maine the only scary thing is the leeches of lakes and ponds and streams of a boggy nature.

I can only imagine what is in here. And then I spot it. There a foot infront of me is a small round sphere. Now I had been mislead on several occasions by the empty coconut shells which are everywhere. They too look like perfect stone spheres and I check out tooo many of them. I decided in my head small ones indeed. What catches my attention is not just the sphere shape in the mud and water. But the double face in moss there too.
I almost go to touch it and then look up.

The horses are watching and I decide not to touch it so that tonight when I sleep I can still think eureaka!!! I have found one or was it the horse too who helped in their own way to have me stumble upon it. Maybe these are like the ring they too want to find the right person.?

I do go back the next day and.........

So, what would you think of the spheres from a shamans point of view or a geomancers , Ayla or ?

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