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The constant suggestion of ‘end’ tells the subconscious that beginning & end, life & death, off & on, and existence & non-existence are to be feared. The apocalypse... what a farce!

The further you step back from time, the clearer it is some consciousness has been there, producing new exciting movies. Listen to the parable of Jimmy Jack... the carnie who kept harping that he was ‘eternal’... and all because he wanted to ‘live’ forever! All ‘future’ events are manifestations of Will. That’s because there’s no such thing as the future when looking through the Absolute. Time appears when you’re moving your head over a fractal picture.

Intention and attention aren’t laws, but suggestions. How it that I used all my intention up to get a shinier Airstream?

Even as a rider of bulls, you are still not your experience. You attached to 'life'. Examine through parable the experience and attachment to what most call 'life'.

We’re a wind that blows through the trees, sure the sound it makes proves it’s solid. Yeah, we’re breeze-beings identifying ourselves by any gust that’s conveniently dualistic. Come to think of it… any breeze that defines anything is a temporary be-ing that come and goes, confined by the mirrors of its own whining and whistling reflection. Blow in to examine your perception of life, existence, and non-existence.

Crow binds with Phoenix to ignite the seething radiance of twin inferno. Without attempt, this raging state of completion attracts its twin flame. When the crow and phoenix become one, light and heat can be felt for miles.

The word ‘illusion’ implies that what’s being modified isn’t an illusion. The term ‘optical illusion’ suggests that the basis for ocular perception is being manipulated. However, it’s more like a film being contorted by a warped lens. Behold… a myriad of semi-deceptive relatives, stacked upon themselves. Determine for yourself at X'Tzu's Texas Taoism VLOG

Ask yourself if a contradiction in thought says something about the subject, or the mind that’s encountered it. “Any belief that ‘I'm my thought’ is now uncreated, ran over by a train, thrown off the caboose, and shipped off to some unknown railyard. I smirk and declare my sovereignty from thought. It is done.”

How is it that flat tires, blown head gaskets, overheating radiators, and ill-defined toxic masculinity are of service to you? Who says a flat tire isn’t of service to you? Take your power back from those who would prefer you forget your gift. Take your power back from spiritual sissies, and clever institutional social engineering schemes. Climb up into any RV, and play the role you wish. Embrace choice and consequences, the drive like the wind! You’re in the drivers seat.

Cultural appropriation is alive and well in the transformational industry. Dance floor geezers need to chill, and step away from their attachment to the matshavernacularasha spillin’ from their lips.