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A Wishful Thought Does Not Forge Reality,
Nor A Dream Dreamt
Thoughts Are The Shadows of Feelings
Always Darker, Emptier
It Is Not The Dream That Is Real
It's The Dreaming
I Once dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering and flittering around, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my experience and my perception, my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. As Soon I awoke, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. (Chuang-Tzu's Butterfly Dream Parable)
The web of life, love, suffering and death unites all beings.
When the old story dies, there is a crisis. It is time for Transformation.
The Death of The Narrative, brings confusion, chaos, and struggle.
There are moments in Consciousness when things become fluid.
When Patterns change, and in these moments,
the ripple of even a single idea, can make a huge difference.
Change the whole wave of consciousness, evolve the reality
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