Some years ago, Nini Tantrini woke up the morning after a bad fall from a horse to begin writing. She had become clairaudient and telepathic to her horses' voices.

"Our mutual conversation crossed many dimensions," Nini said. "Often the words would just "flow through me," as if I was in a hyper-conscious trance state. As I was transmitting the voices of my horses, they, in turn, purely present, transmitted other voices: archetypes and deities, goddesses and dakinis. Bodhisattvas, lineage holders, and lamas, living Masters and Ascended Masters, archangels and space people, all are part of a great collective conversation. Rime Mind, I came to call it. Subtle conversations with the Universe. My horses' names are Ecol, (short for Ecology) Clarity and Maha Kundalini (M. Kundalini)."

Nini borrowed the name Rime (Ri-med, pronounced Ree May) from the Tibetans, and their cross-pollination of sectarian teachings which occurred in Kham, Tibet, during the last two centuries. Lama Urgyen, in "As It Is" further defines Rime as "unconfined unity." Rangjung Yeshe Publications, Boudhanath, c. 1999

Nini's horses speak in melodious and rhythmical language. They believe their messages have profound implications for the world. The rhymed portions of "The Tantric Cookbook" and the other texts are almost always channeled through Nini's horses. The rhythms of their words, they insist - just like the impulsion of their graceful motion - is important to the part of evolution. Horses have "five hearts pumping," as their feet act as auxiliary blood pumps to the heart. All those hearts make for rhythmical expressions and expansive conceptions on our world. Little of this verse is edited. Nini calls it "horses' verse, unrehearsed."

In horses' verse unrehearsed, we find the words and beat patterns to elevate our expanding development in a world of thought forms that accepts negativity as inevitable norm. Within this Twilight Language, strange storms languish without the doubt of babble, rumor, scandal, for the Ascension climb is fed by rhyme and OneMind is a pure positive system free of the pressures of perpetuated grief.

Nini has tried to develop a holographic style of writing to match the nonlinear messages within. Nonlinear text layout adds nuances to the layers of meanings...

"Prophecy, poetry, commentary, fact and fiction, all dressed up in fancy diction offering depiction of Tantra Yoga and postmodern recipes for rapid evolution as a solution to the pollution of our planet," comments the horse Clarity.

"The poetry from our first books, the "Lust for Light" series, is liberally quoted in "The Tantric Cookbook," adds Nini. "Each book links with the other books in innumerable ways. All of these books combine parts to form "The Tantric Cookbook." My horses, always in the NOW, understood that I would write all the other books, and made references to them years before I'd even consciously thought of them. I learned to go with the horses' voices. In the end, I knew, we'd understand it all..." explains Nini.

"The Tantric Cookbook of Nini Tantrini" offers recipes for rapid evolution, which my horses insist is essential to survive and ride out the ongoing Earth's own revolutions into the ultraviolet blue portion of the spectrum. Developing our own heightened states of consciousness, we combine minds for reality redevelopment into A Golden Age.

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For we horses we are the greatest poets,

combining lyricism

with narrative reevaluation of form

"Conclusion, coming soon,
for we have seen the double meanings
of poetry and luxury,
for the poetic order of truth is not coherent,"
groans Ecol.
"Can we lie (have lain) with science,
Do we lie with science?
How vain and small and scared and tame.
Have we fashioned a world shot full of analysis,
The rationalist's means of grasping experience?
Surrender to true significance!
The refashioning of your world in interlocked atomic splendor,
A faster vibratory rate,
A bigger space,
So that you may view true magnificence.
In all her/his recombined unitary married existence
of a each of us, All One.
Sublime, me and you, strobbing ultraviolet blue,
The charmed molecular post analogue monologue
on individualistic seed sounds surrounding all of us in hue,
me and you,
fully enlightening to the self-generated sound and light view.
Sing beauty!
Eliminate negative emotions.
Heed Clarity's design, for a flash of clear light illumines all.
I awaken you, you dream me."

Nini Tantrini and Her Horses, "The Black Horse Watch".

Engineers of atmosphere, is that all it's about?" Shouts

M. Kundalini in deep voice. "Choice? I choose you,

I choose blue, I choose ultraviolet blue.

If repetition could save us now,

am I just words, prancing on training ground?

A mosaic, on memory aching,

bones breaking on concrete patches of grey sky?

What world is this?

What sequence of recollective and collective lies?

Bring me categories of silence on factory bred violence,

Each executioner, our own viscous wishes

Forming meter and time.

Nostrils, flaring, hooves, galloping across uneven field,

The yield of collective consciousness,

For a horse has five hearts:

Four hooves pounding, pumping blood and whistling;

and one for valentines:

Galloping Elysian fields and cross country

and musical instruments well-played

are the only days worth mentioning on this world.

"Allusion! Repetition and delusion, alliteration, resolution and rest.

Nini wore her vest on cross country day. The rest, as we say,

is horstory," Finishes Clarity, who must always have the last word.

Nini Tantrini and Her Horses, "The Last Day and Night On Atlantis".

The Tibetan monks chant on,

The scents of incense,

The tendrils of smoke and light,

Nini Nini tell them how you're going to light the night.

Multiple octaves overlap the waves of thoughts and oceans,

Taught how to behave.

The proper sequence of seed syllables,

its own most potent defense.

Hurry, Nini, Nini Tantrini, for the last fence

Gallops in view.

For who are we, this Earth, to sue,

When the astrological sequences clip our orbit from the sky.

All of us, lay, lay, stay stay,

To reformulate infinity on the sounds of molecules

in ethered space.

When this astrological figment of our created time comes due,

A big bill in the mail,

We will stop and start the hail, the rain, the waves,

The wheat singing softly basso profundo and high soprano,

We will defeat the hidden enemy:

The patterned fears on ending years and time.

How How Divine, let us recline, let us dine on the visible UV waves... let us radiate them right! On light!

Nini Tantrini and Her Horses, "The Last Day and Night On Atlantis".

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