Your comment reminds me of times at funerals and memorial services when we touch the casket or the urn. . . it is a powerful moment. Or indeed when we lay hands on each other during times of prayer.
My grandfather said to lay hands on the dead and thou wilt loose something of the sense of what was there before death ... the warmth is missing ...
This may be an allusion to the concept of those walking Kohl men ... supported in some busy circes ... or just another dark metaphor as occult! Thus understanding is gone off again ... as addiction to separatism and schism ... and the fact that humanity can't get it together enough to continue her as a sacred thread ... too strung out by the strain of living?
Gotta be another side twit ...
PS: I laid hands on my grandfather when he died ... and I learned something ... and some fear of the dead and hope of energy moving on grasped me! Twas an opposing energy that is often instigated in living testament ... and dead words ... there's Moor to*whetting! The humid cycle is interfered with ... by excessive haute Eire and loss of value of demos ... the drum PET 've Gabriel ... dark angel of aspirations gone wild?
Gone to the woods with Oh Din and nymphs ... some pseudos ... Harpe ease? Pipes relieved by string core tetes?
Thus at proper time we are jerked out of the now ...
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