guy flies over the trees

It's true.  Babylon doesn't exist at all.  The stones don't see it. ......It is a mutual creation of all who think that there is something "out there" .  And since everybody you meet is under this same delusion, it reinforces it's apparent reality to you. It's Maya. It's a mutually created dream.

My guru has been the one and only true guru, who speaks through all true gurus. He is the inner wisdom of  (my)self.. He led me to a lot of gurus.  He lives in my heart and chromosomes, and speaks to my head through other wise people, sometimes, but through nature always.

Watching firelight is an important spiritual activity that man is missing.  Feeling warmth and smelling it too.  It is a very rich depiction of the way Reality is.  The dancing flames allow your mind to pretend and play.

  There comes a time when you witness something, or do something so unusual, that you could never be a mental slave ever again.  Its a breakaway into  liberation, or freedom of thought.  That scientists think they have, but are delusional.  You know how the devil deceives people?  He says " God doesn't give you freedom, follow me and I'll give it to you."  Then he traps them in a steel box called the scientific method. Or, for religious people, a holy book.
That's what scientists bit on, and what religious people bit on, and why they think the way they do.

I would like to be alone with a group of like-minded people, and watch a man flying above the trees.  And then we would all laugh and talk about it, and think, man those cultured men  over in that city are living in mental slavery!

Truth is awareness, itself.

Seagulls are great guys to hang out on the rocks with,  and chill out.

Once you know more about yourself, you will trust a guru more.  His human form has been translated    into the ways and terms of awareized Being

Death is memory of, and expectation of pain.  Even if you think it is just your consciousness being snuffed out.  The pain would be lack of the joy of life.

 Very few people have inspired me like Bob Marley.  Hes a big reason why I chose to write songs.

Crying is a beautiful expression of Gods spirit.  Bhakti tears mean Gods love has begun to hit home.  There is no head involved.

Maharaj says he's in a different world. I guess I'll have to believe him.  Don't think he was at the level of lying.  We both know that you don't sever all attachment to the world when you are a world teacher.  However, you know that the third dimensional you is an inverted you.

A lot of people who go through the narrow gate are like me. . . .A students who are afraid they are, like, c minus students.  Unnecessarily hard on themselves.

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