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-> file: messages/413 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────── Would you like to know how the world works? Then read on, dear reader. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/414 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────── The following is my best attempt to describe the process through which our lives intersect reality. It is easiest to explain if you understand how it feels to be stoned - to consume the de-oxy-carbo-lated cannibanoids present in the marijuana plant - ideally with edibles, as they take effect slower. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/415 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────── I've often described the world as being "defined in waves" - this, here, is the reason why, and it is easiest to illustrate with cannabis as an example. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/416 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────── Do you ever wonder why you can't remember anything after being stoned? Why the words you write down, oh so profound in the moment, turn to silliness and illusion upon coming off your high mont-vantage? Of course, dear reader, because all things are defined in waves. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/417 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────── If you've seen Spirited Away, in the first few scenes of the movie the main character's parents are taken by food and turned into pigs. They lacked temperance, and gave in to temptation. Their journey was not of a wave, but that of a black-hole - accretted and pulled toward the ultimate expression of that particular intuition. The good news is they could always be turned back, just pull that part out like drawing sickness from a wound, and huzzah! Good as new. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/418 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────── Do you think I'm the first person that ever wrote down what they learned while they were stoned? Of course not. People have been plumbing the depths of their minds as it pulls closer, then returns, as long as they've known the plant to be. Something pulls them back, they do not give in to temptation, not entirely, and so they return to their senses. Good news, because that "something" that returns them to their place is no more than the bodily processes which consume and overcome the cannabinoids. Your body pulls you back, as you float in the astral plane, ever at the whims of the winds of fate. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘ -> file: messages/419 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────────────────────── The next time you share a meal with family, or perhaps a game with a friend online, or maybe even a coffee with a stranger, or a smile with a person walking down the path, or maybe a church choir as you rejoice in unison - the next time you do one of these things, define the path that your reality takes through your actions. Compel yourself to have a good time, without ignoring the input of those around you. Bring them to your level, and see what kind of world "around you" becomes. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════─────────────────────┴───────────┘ |