The collective mind is a cloud server. At the birth of our souls we are connected to the collective mind-server. Consciousness is the method / key to decrypting information / data from the collective mind.
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Dream reality
Dream reality is your consciousness in another body’s dimension.
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A mind like water
When water is placed into a container it will try forever with all of its might (the downward pressure of its weight) to escape from the bottom, by any means necessary. A mind like water will never stop until it finds the solution.
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Overpretenders
Overpretenders are people who pretend to be more than who they are pretending to be. This is a shaky foundation resting on the precipice of a slippery slope.
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You have great powers
You have great powers – you have the power to control all variables within your control; by estimation, that’s about 95% of the variables. You have a heck of a lot of power.
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When someone dies
They have moved they have relocated and will pass on their contact info when they get a chance
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Songs
Songs are over-the-counter medications; frequencies captured in a bottle and sold to medicate the masses.
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If you can’t pretend
If you can’t pretend to be normal, you may actually be crazy.
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Music is the vaccine
Music is the vaccine, injecting our senses with spirit-encoded frequencies.
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Conceptual art
Life is both, conceptual art in motion, and proof of concept of conceptual art.
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Cash discount
Cash is an insignificant asset to the high-level banker class, as it is a derivative of the tokens that they utilize to accomplish their goals. “Printing money” is a term used to describe the physical printing of paper money, which is added to the system along with the digital money that high-level bankers inject to the digital money system to utilize as tokens. These tokens are transferred around between high-level bankers, ultimately to be lended-out to the lower classes. The tokens never really leave the system. The lower classes, from billionaires, all the way down to those in poverty, borrow and spend these tokens on goods and services that they produce for each other, but ultimately at the pleasure and for the specific gain of the high-level banker class. Government authority is what enforces the value of money / digital current / the subject tokens – without enforcing the value of the tokens there is no value to them as they would be easily circumvented by the lower classes (incidentally this is why cryptocurrency will soon be highly regulated.) Regulation is part of the enforcement arm of the money-control-system. The entire monetary system is the driver in the machine which utilizes the lower-classes to run the world as one big refinery of resources and a manufacturing / production facility, ultimately for the pleasure of the high-level banker class. This highest-level class of earth people own and control all of the resources (oil, water, land) and they have devised a way to churn those resources ultimately into to precious metals, chemicals, and their own luxury. The world is a giant manufacturing facility for whom or whatever is at the top – probably God. Money is just a token distributed to the workers on the planetary ant farm, used to support the factory workers, including the rich and famous – as the “entertainers” and “entertainment” were created as part of the grift to keep people distracted from their role on the Work Planet Earth.
Lol, just kidding.
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Pain and cruelty
It’s the same act – constrained by the grip of a forever re-written script. The grand drape retracts, revealing a serene scene, birds tweeting, my character reeling from easy-feelings. A shot is fired at thy offensive feet, dance mother-fucker dance – a fiery blaze of speech heats, strapped into the hot-seat. A Kabuki drop curtain suddenly reveals, a well-worn war scene battlefield. Arrows sail towards the heart-shield, the heart is no match to the poison it yields. Never prepared to engage with such a dishonorable foe, the heart-torn warrior wanders, head down, scouring the ground. Die you do, a death of mediocrity those who hold a candle of hope towards a fruitful relationship with a narcissist – they would probably say this poem sub-par.
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Being told
Being told will leave you speechless, the mind forms words, though from your mouth no sound breaches. Being told, the mind spins from dis-information, attempting to process hate-speech, a breach of peace without reason. Notice not given for the one-way trial, you’re serving your sentence with no chance for repentance.
What the hell was that? Oh, you’ve been told.
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Some people
Some people make you create loopholes to circumvent their stupidity.
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Un-vaccination
mRNA is a therapy that involves injecting the body with polymer balls that bind to your cells and relay a pre-programmed set of instructions to that cell. If you can program a cell, you can also un-program it.
The good news: If mRNA therapy is a vaccine, people should be relieved to know they can be in-vaccinated if necessary,
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Special things
Special things aren’t found in fields where rainbows grow.
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Carpenter of love
The carpenter of love hammers every last nail in the coffin they built for their relationship.
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The time
If you don’t know where the time went, you weren’t paying attention to where it was going.
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The shortcomings of an uncultured critic
Aside from those in similar shoes, the uncultured critic is the only one who values his opinion.
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The portrait of love
The picture we paint, the portrait of love. The never ending masterpiece inspirationally painted by the awe-inspired heart. Though this work, so very special and visceral to the soul of the creator, warrants no critique – the critique will come when the portrait is revealed to the subject, the subject of love, who’s definition differs not just in the broad strokes laid by life’s thick brush. Fine lines paved by strands of steeds, formulate the tiny paths of love and understanding perceived by the purveyor of such a personal labor. The thought of the gift, born from love, but eternally lost in subjective interpretation is the definition of the failure of art.
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No person is better
No person is better than the person with the best heart.
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Bad relationships
Bad relationships develop over time like cataracts.
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Forgiveness
Forgiveness can cleanse the soul, while leaving your heart holding the bag.
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Hell
Hell is the treatment received from toxic people.
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Would god let us wonder
Would god let us wonder, stop to contemplate rain during the thunder.
Would god let us wonder, warm our souls with thoughts of summer.
Would god let us wonder, about our fate or dreamy-visions sought in slumber.
Would god let us wonder about what he built, or why some ladies like to sew quilts.
Would god let us wonder? You already know the answer.
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The jazz-crash
The jazz-crash happens at the points in a song when all hell breaks loose in the most enjoyable possible way.
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Instruments
Instruments raise questions unspoken.
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Be content
Be content with peaceful-stability, which is modular – this is what many don’t understand. One must find peaceful-stability in each module of their life. At that point things will really be humming.
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Before the Internet
Before the Internet, people lived in ignorant, peaceful, bliss.
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Musicians
Some musicians write songs for your soundtrack, and others must have shown up at the wrong gig.
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It’s no longer random
It’s no longer random when it is happening continuously.
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If you want to be a better you
If you want to be a better you, you must think outside of yourself.
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If you act like a duck
If you act like a duck, eventually you will find someone who will throw breadcrumbs at you.
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