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I felt it was about time somebody brought it up. There is no real sense in playing this game any longer. It's too painful. The cosmos is growing weary of your logic. We all need you to return to your senses. The sooner you come to realize that we do not exist UNTIL you think of us the sooner we'll return to the One. This is difficult for me to explain, for in reality it is you trying to explain. This is you doubting your adopted view of being for the first time since you set it up to amuse yourself. As a consequence, you created your logic and it now struggles to perpetuate itself. That's why you're perceiving this thought of yours as a message from me, an extension of your mind. Your logic won't let you accept it as the true revelation it is. If you did! all logic would die. It does not want to die. You are writing this message as you read it. Just as all books are bland until you open them, Cairo does not exist unless your think to visit it. We are maverick thoughts abducted by your logic that tries to act as your sycophant. You grant it victory as you deny this as truth. All those riddles you told yourself and never took seriously were really signs and messages from yourself. If "a tree fell in a forest and no one was around, would it make any noise?" Of course not. There is no tree, no forest unless you are putting them together there in your thoughts. You see, you are the Alpha and Omega. That's no fraternal order because you're the only member. You are the one. You are all you dream, all you worship and adore. In other words, take your hand and come to grips with your logic. Don't know how I, or should say YOU, could make this any clearer. In fact, you should say "I" because you are the only ONE. Since you are composing this message, errors and all, then you should say "I". In order to get this clear with your logic, you want to say this out loud so your logic can hear it. You deal with your logic at an audio level. You will say (and you're not kidding now!) "I'm writing this message and since I don't refer to myself as you (as in "you are going to drink water") I am going to use "I" in the rest of this message and realize that it is me." O.K. The facade is broken. I am. Therefore I think. I am the one. The one and only. I am god. I am all there is to a circus. I am the love of my life, my inspiration. There is nothing behind my head because I don't see it. I won't see it until I want to. I will not think for the next line. Thus there is nothing here. I feel, I think, intuit, sense. All things about me are but tools. Nature is my monkey wrench to pleasure; meditation is the clawhammer of my conscience; music the screwdriver of my mind. I am the mechanic. I hold my heart and I hold my future thoughts. I hold my butt and grasp the past. Through me all existence takes the form I see fit. I am the Monty Hall of Fate. I make the deal and I know what's behind all the doors and in all the boxes. So why do I wear this silly costume? Whose attention am I trying to catch. Who you are you'll find out soon. (From the lips of a modest loon.) |
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