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B"H your body, until sensing pain. Hold it ten seconds . Imagine the brain stretching its capabilities to hear the thoughts being expressed by another and the two of you sharing the responsibility of awareness sensitivity consciousness towards Poppa Nature and mother Earth. Why relive the fright of an incident by repeating and editing my memories of it, better to dra matize the time when my journey upon the strea m of life bring me enjoyment. Run it backwards and forwards again with a happily ever after. Words convey the feeling of a crew paddling a canoe unaware of having made a portage into a different time formation. One can elicit in his or her thought, details extensively exposing what they'll be doing when the exacting expe rience he or she is going through will have passed. The will, yeah even reasonable conclusions are of secondary importance to the steady calm that exists only in the realm of breath; consistency in regard to the exercises one performs by move ment of limbs, bones. Muscles, for exa mple, being kneaded while sitting at a desk. Tensing the leg muscles while resting in bed, carefully coupling one leg and with the other raising each leg from the joints, using the sto mach muscles , and relaxing in the calm of even breathing, harmonious heartbeat, Pineal intellectual envision magnetis m and connectivity to All Time. Thus, I spoke and repeat: the whole gig is really ingestion, digestion, defecation, expiation, and expiration. Identification with substance is illusion; there is no ownership amongst forces of nature, such concepts never beco me e mbedded in continuity of secure freedom. What I mean to say is that a corporate entity has neither rights nor responsibility; ergo we universe travelers go through these horrendous, heartbreaking and degrading contentions' that some kind of crap is co ming down; our individuality is precious and should be treated as such. Learn to ignore painful regurgitations. Intermission: The Flickering Flame I have returned from a myrtle bath, th e bush fro m which I plucked it berries (now cooking with plantain tea) , and am revived to map out this literary sojourn while I still have tim e (so many people don't know any more if they'll return home that day ). Having no recall of affection towards, since I have never shared company with the most valuable object of metal, gold. The myths abound with astounding accounts. Yet, it is almost worthless except for the purpose it has in being where it was taken from , ergo, keeping the world afloat via solar gra vity. Multitudes of 154