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Thought needs to find its place within this field of reality, where reality is unreal.

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I thought i could just live a simple life and let the mad control freaks handle whatever they felt like and leave us few natural lovers alone. They won't. They want it all. The ultimate war between nature and man. Thought is the foundational problem digging deep into the earth. Thought has become the ultimate god. Logic, reason, the production of beliefs, ridgid conclusions that find it difficult to see the possibility that all is virtual-theory. The shamans of the past with the help of brain altering substances, earth medicines, would travel into realms that our science is only now coming to physical/wavy conclusions of their probable existence, as weird as they might be, and stranger than any existor could ever conclude.

unfamous slit experiment wrapped up in imagination… just for fun

The famous slit experiments, strange happenings with no logical conclusions leaving minds perplexed, stranded in paradox. Science is finding answers now that are not stable, changing; the laws of physics are crumbling into thin ultra-dimensional space. The majority of humanity is unaware of how consciousness moves, how strange it can be, how we are a part of a much larger realm that we can only slightly see when the mind surrenders, similar as one does, on ones bed of death. This alone shows us the way. The shamans of the past and future are still the human mind/spirit travellers of the surrendering soul, awake aware, seeing. 

Thought needs to find its place within this field of reality, where reality is incredibly unreal. It is not in control, ultimately. It can have a symbiotic relationship with the weird, as a steering wheel pretends to control the road, in the end, all roads recede to the sea. Analogies are like leaves blowing in the wind, most fall all around the mother, but some escape.

leaves like analogies fall beautifully in a variety of ways

There is a plan being executed on the fly; thought based from inferior god wannabees as ‘a few over the many’ is moving quickly into place. The whole structure of the planet is in jeopardy of loosing its direction from novel love, to an evil disruptor upon the finest of particles and molecular life, a madness altering the free spirit of this living earth into contrived cells monitored for ultimate control. Of course, this developing plan can never win. It can halt a smoother evolutionary path of grace into years of pain and suffering for many of the earths life forms……but no control can control the controller for long, if ever, really?…. logic tells me this… possibly it is true.

It matters little of what one person as myself perceives. This world has many options, many possibilities. Possibly i am doing exactly as planned, walking thru with a consciousness that has presented itself and also, so shall it recede. I don't know, really, that is the point, nobody does…

who/what to trust, which way to turn

It should be obvious to whom one may trust in this world, but it is not. The vast majority swarms around the latest biggest medias, digests the popular medicines, hovers over the logic of data and still dies surrendering. I am a victim of these times as everyone, no matter what you want to believe your thoughts can do, can be, they fall shallow. The new virtual reality philosophies, known well by some of our ancestors is like a current in a river…. the spirit of a spirit of a spirit.

Thought is a tool, at best, but it can lead one to the silent forest…. there, where truth speaks direct aware thru the heart to the mind. In the end, it's all just a dream sailing, seeing…. and for the most part, what you will.

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