Well anyhow also, and it will be good to haphazardly treat this as if a xanga or livejournal at this point now, meaning there is a merit to post diatribes in the least, I'd come to a real consciousness study goldrush score. The good thing is that the information is useful. The bad or funny thing is that it is not useful to society or academia or the collective "truth" whatsoever.
Self-adaption and personal accountability to do it "one's own way" in a system created whereupon the pursuit of self-analysis is very upfront about this fact of choice: It is in the observer that creates checkpoints of who useful teachers are, what useful information is, and what one is to do with a tactical reason to have this way of being and live this life based on meaning.
Actual emancipation of thought is not as tight of a jam of a situation as many are led to believe.
In fact, it is so freeing that it is all likely massively terrifying to those who love to be led. And being led or programmed really is an addiction which is beyond fetish, it is an addiction deeper than the death worship of today's modern adaption of book number 17 entitled Cibilization.
Oh no, Oh no. Oh well.
Learn about the self
Do not become a victim of the Bore
Be aware of salespeople of spirituality of DOGMA, who is restricting you from activating your ultimate goal of perceptual adventure?
What are your safeties and how are they good for you?
What are you safeties that block you and keep you from shattering away from that which stops you from fulfilling your dream?
Are there outdated dreams?
Are there lifelong dreams?
Birds coo outside in the morning.
A sparrow has been visiting frequently and likely even imprinted a local, indoor cat as a mother.
Some do imprint themselves with something as frail as a small screen between their guide and themselves all the while that which they seek answers from seeks to EAT them.
A larger sparrow would have been a better choice for the young sparrow to partner up in lesson-taking. But as you know this reality is often a wild ride if not for the damnation yet again of potholes and shoddy bridgework, yet again it could be, itself, nature's wonders.
Which are not separate at all from potholes and shoddy bridgework, worldwide, even, in this case.
I write this all carelessly as civilization is en kaput, or fallen. The medical casualties of the situation "en gnosis" will just envelope outward, like an electronic plague of sorts. Faith could of saved us and may still, but it is a secret thing, see. Inquisition is a round trip. This message won't be popular, and hasn't been, isn't now, and there's nothing to gain from saying it!
which is okay. I just tell you, it would have been a sweet one to collectively explore the stars.
No. It is worship of the flesh and human arguing.
Mind control is real. Attentiveness toward your own relays the abilities unto others lifelong investments of study, advertising and pursuit to have some kind of effect upon your own.
They don't kill the messenger bird today in this scenario they just call him an asshole, and make it extremely hard for him to have a career as he does not fit at all the diversity requirements, like in some way you could carbon copy me, well then I am not too sure.
Regardless pay attention to the stars you worship!
The idols you mimic!
The money you count!
The gas prices, of course!
And the latest phase, you know,
temporal changes of worldwide tattoo,
permanent alteration unto the account
that it is the spirit or soul which gains the greatest stabilization to develop first,
followed by physiology, and finally the body.
But the body is worshiped foremost, in the inverted world,
that worships flesh and entertainment.
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