transparent pyramid of light
There is not "another self". Perhaps that's what satan tells you, that there is another self.
Sometimes the light in my mind gets so bright and I feel so at bliss, that i don't want to go back to misery. So, I don't, but retain the physical body and sensory impressions into my brain.
People respond to your aura, or presence. Often they can't remember where we were, or what you were wearing, but they re member the meeting and what was said. See? We're not physical, at all. The bodies are illusory.
Who would ever want to return and live the life of, say, Don Rickles? I don't know, maybe don rickles!
On a rock in the stream I paused and said " wow, this reminds me of when I was an Indian"!
It was a reincarnational memory. I have also had visions where Indians were around me listening to me, and I was something similar to a shaft of light.
I'm a transparent pyramid of light, floating in the ocean.
You know you are entering into heaven when you cry like a baby.
Let your music and art be love functional
I've never understood the statement "follow your bliss" by Joseph Campbell . Like I would follow him through a field of nettles, getting all itchy and red, while he stays perfectly blissful? Is he gonna stop soon? Oh there! He paused by the gate. So I walk up to him , but he's walking off again! Wait!
Oh no! This time he's walking down into that field of woves! So follow him and the wolves attack me! Ouch! Hey bliss, wait up!
I had the image of my bliss being like the sta puff guy in the blues brothers walking mindlessy hither and thither.
No don't follow your bliss! BE YOUR BLISS
Love is holy in every sense of the word
I am creating a new path through nature, through the forest, down the beach
Sometimes the light in my mind gets so bright and I feel so at bliss, that i don't want to go back to misery. So, I don't, but retain the physical body and sensory impressions into my brain.
People respond to your aura, or presence. Often they can't remember where we were, or what you were wearing, but they re member the meeting and what was said. See? We're not physical, at all. The bodies are illusory.
Who would ever want to return and live the life of, say, Don Rickles? I don't know, maybe don rickles!
On a rock in the stream I paused and said " wow, this reminds me of when I was an Indian"!
It was a reincarnational memory. I have also had visions where Indians were around me listening to me, and I was something similar to a shaft of light.
I'm a transparent pyramid of light, floating in the ocean.
You know you are entering into heaven when you cry like a baby.
Let your music and art be love functional
I've never understood the statement "follow your bliss" by Joseph Campbell . Like I would follow him through a field of nettles, getting all itchy and red, while he stays perfectly blissful? Is he gonna stop soon? Oh there! He paused by the gate. So I walk up to him , but he's walking off again! Wait!
Oh no! This time he's walking down into that field of woves! So follow him and the wolves attack me! Ouch! Hey bliss, wait up!
I had the image of my bliss being like the sta puff guy in the blues brothers walking mindlessy hither and thither.
No don't follow your bliss! BE YOUR BLISS
Love is holy in every sense of the word
I am creating a new path through nature, through the forest, down the beach
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