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Same here. It felt more like a preschool for adults in a way. Not inhumane, but the system still has a ways to go imo. I feel the same way when I take medication versus when I don't.

Title: "Leave' em a vague explanation."

I take it to mean a unified field of oneness, idk how it would work any other way.

Dear victim of abuse, Please don't end your life. I have dealt with rape as well and it takes time to overcome. I am so sorry you are going through this. You are not alone. There are many wonderful things in the world. Today I whistled to a robin in the backyard and he came down to investigate. I gave him a blueberry as a treat and he took it. I saw a small rabbit as well. They may be gone tomorrow from something but today they appreciate life. The berries, the fresh grass, the fresh air... There are really amazing mysteries in life... ones that you should let your soul take the time to show you before making a choice like this. They are observational.

What does it mean when we are on one side and then we cross over to another and then perhaps cross back over again. The term comes from separating straw and detritus from the barnyard and the house. A boundary. Another threshold state is when you have just woken up - you are not quite awake and not quite asleep - can you carry the dream content across the threshold, sometimes this is difficult - the dream world dissolves away, out of your grasp. What do we have to cultivate in order to carry from the inside to the outside - what strengths and abilities do we need to have? There are many myths where a character has to go down into the underworld. You can't look back once the threshold door opens. We can't bring it back just as it was from the underworld, there is some translation and a shift that happens as we cross into waking life and visa versa. Some myths about faeries involve falling asleep on the forest floor and thinking you've been given a gift of money or something like that only to find dirt in your pockets, lol! Lovely sounding album. It makes me so happy to write up something detailed and get an accurate suggestion. We have to sacrifice ego and consciousness in a self annihilation to take a journey into sacred space, the deep unconscious. Faerie realms. The myth of Inanna had a serious of thresholds to reach her sister, each time she would have to lose an accoutrement, so when she passed through she surrendered naked. But you don't have to surrender everything. Jung's cultivation of active imagination: to be asleep and awake at the same time. To live in the threshold, if you were to go too fully into your unconsciousness you would lose your objectivity within the subconscious dreamstate and lose it's potency. To live in the liminal space, which Jung also called the transcended function, this place where the conscious an unconscious mind are in dialogue, which happens in the threshold. The place may be the ego becomes more of a supplicant, doesn't disappear but acknowledges relationship with something larger. The removal of the clothing of Inanna, she doesn't become unconscious, she does have to dispossess herself of something and perhaps even the defenses to be naked in the myth so that all the tiny nuances of change in the cave can be registered by the wholeness of her psyche. You have to maintain some consciousness at the same time that you are willing to sacrifice this consciousness and go in consciously to the "faerie realm", don't make noise, don't clatter about, hide behind some rocks or some shit, lol, observe carefully. Stay focused on your task of going to the Goddess of the Underworld with your request, and remember to be mindful and respectful and shed a lot of our usual states of mind and defenses and stay conscious. Inanna went through seven gates, and in each gate she had to let go of an item of clothing. It is the experience of crossing over that demands of us this relinquishing. A sacrifice of all these parts of who we think we are that have to be given up so that we go in naked or undefended. Liminality: a movement from one attitude or orientation to another and there is this concept of liminality that's been brought into Jungian thought, it was originally a concept that was developed in anthropology - the rights of passage - comes from Latin for threshold. It means the in-between space of initiation rights. Preliminal state - in the normal world - then you are in a threshold experience where you are neither what you were before but you're not the new thing, either and that is the liminal space. Then you cross over into the world of the initiated and then you're once again in a fixed form, but in this liminal space thing are a little bit fluid. One thing can become another and nothing is pinned down and is similar to when Winnicott's transitional space. My song of crossing. A robin has been hanging out with me, he knows I will give him blueberries. I can whistle and he listens and responds. We know this is the space of the symbolic where we can access symbolic attitude, where we can understand that things are not literal, that they move and flow into one another - that they can be both one thing and another at the same time. Analysis is another threshold experience. The symbol itself is the threshold because the symbol is the visible representation behind which exists a larger, mysterious reality - but some part of that unseen reality passes through the symbol and the ego is able to have some relationship to it or to be influenced by at least some derivative of it, so every symbol in a sense is that little strip of wood around the door that allows passage, but maintains it's structure so that the inside and the outside are differentiated. Wardrobe in the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Looks like an ordinary wardrobe with fur coats and mothballs, but it is a space where one thing becomes another completely and it allows passage into a very different way of being. At some other level it is unknown and remains in that other world where it both beckons us and yet refuses to be just turned into something concrete like a stoplight. The difference between the willing threshold and unwilling threshold - do you go willingly or get dragged across? Puberty is an unwilling threshold at this primordial instincts drag us through this radicle change and on the other side biologically we were considered reproductively viable adults. Curiosity draws us through a transition for something that we hope for, that we submit to an extended threshold experience feeling that we will come through by choice into some other world or condition. Some things happen to us that create a change, a change in state, that this is a threshold that you have to cross, whether it is because mother nature has so degreed, and how in so many cultures some of these changes are celebrated and heralded or marked in some way by initiation rights or other kinds of ritual and ceremony of the passage into adulthood, and something like death, which is the final threshold that for most of us, we are unwilling. Patients in an active dying process, in hospice work there is a differentiation between the progressive illness and then the body is actively shutting down and death is imminent and then that moment after when the body, the brain has stopped - it a marked threshold, the active dying process that is very powerful. It is powerful to be in the presence of, beautiful, horrifying, unstoppable, dark and terrible that cannot be avoided. The opposite of it is birth. Another incredible threshold. There is a sense of something crossing over from another realm. There is a passage but there is also that state change where all of a sudden it's different. "The arrival." "The other side." Compared to the process and tipping point of now it is different. The work of personal growth and life is climbing a mountain, you keep taking step after step for all these years, and then perhaps through a process like analysis and a kind of willingness and trudging onward and work, you get to the top. And then one more step puts you on the other side to seeing things differently, having a different sense of self. A subtle but substantial change as well as the marked change of crossing over either into life through birth or crossing from life into death, but that we know something has shifted definitively and we may be having to take lots of steps down the other side of the mountain - it is a different landscape on the other side. Something irrevocable has happened. Finding the language to claim the thing that we have entered into is also part of an analytic process or process of self knowledge. "I have become different in some fashion and I have to hunt around for a way to describe that to my self so that I can have a conscious relationship to it." Broken thresholds: all of us, we live in homes and if you open the front door to your home, there's sometimes a metal plate or wooden plate at the bottom and some kind of sealing process around the door so when the door is closed it is air tight, or weather tight. So the threshold is meant to be robust so there is a clean demarcation. But if it is not effective, water will seep in and damage the floor of the winter weather will blow in and make the heating system inefficient. Example: psychosis, material from the unconscious begins to invade, crawl sin under the threshold which is not well sealed and people begin to have strange moods and feelings of terror and strange thoughts which are not related to reality that they're in. That can be a broken threshold. In a more benign way, Freud's list of defenses are broken thresholds. For instance that I am sitting over here and that there is a reality that's in the room and in order to cross the threshold and embrace reality I am caught in the broken threshold by denying what is actually going on and refusing to make the transition into admitting that something is true to myself. They can lock us in the threshold, when we are locked in a defense against reality, in a middle place where we can't make movement or repetition compulsion is a kind of broken threshold one cannot quite find the other side of. Addiction is a broken threshold.. "I cannot find a way to move and I am constantly cycling in a middle space." Being in the in between place can be fertile when talking about a before as liminality and have it enriched by a symbolic attitude and is something that we seek out when going into analysis or active imagination. We can also get stuck there in an unhealthy way. The distinction is that the liminal space when it works for us is a space of preparation for some kind of threshold experience, like the caterpillar in preparation when it starts to change to become a butterfly. Sci Fi can be profound and reference all kinds of archetypal things. Dead space - Anne McCaffery's books - dragons could go in between different worlds and in between them was nothingness - there was simply nothing and they were cold and some of the trips were short, but in one book there was a very long one. There might be no crossing of the threshold. Being stuck in a cycle where there are endless possibilities can seem lovely but is in fact, deadening. There is the sacrifice that is required of leaving the old state, leaving childhood for adulthood, leaving home, leaving an addiction, a state of denial. All kinds of things which require giving something up in order to cross the threshold. We don't always know what we are going to find on the other side of the threshold, there are not always guarantees that you are going to be happy. One of the qualities of threshold experience is they can be intense and euphoric. The liminal part of the right, there is an altered state of consciousness that is cultivated. It can happen in little ways in analysis or active imagination. It is a special state where normal rules don't apply and that can be heavy and when we use substances that's what we are cultivating in a superficial way, but doesn't lead to a location on the other side of the door. One steps into the threshold and just keeps spinning in the space, which of course then becomes corrosive. Thresholds are by nature have a dissolving process, and then re-coagulating in a different attitude or even just casually. Lying is a broken threshold, a way in which one is standing in a middle place, spinning ideas and words that deprive somebody of landing into a concrete position and traps both people in a liminal space in an unhealthy way. The caterpillar has to go into a solution so that it can take a position as a butterfly, refusing to leave the middle place of dissolving then becomes toxic. Becomes it's own process that's destructive. A lot of the practices of religion over eons are designed to make sure that people don't stay stuck in these liminal spaces. That you will have a crossing over the threshold from childhood to adulthood, to some sort of initiatory right. Roman Cathodic: confirmation, healing, service, matrimony, etc. - so that the liminal space is closed down in an appropriate way and threshold is crossed from an unmarried to married state for example. Stalks of wheat, grains are embedded in the grasses are carried into the threshing room, over the threshold and they are laid down and walked upon or acted upon in some fashion to break away the chaff and to reveal what is valuable and then the grains are then removed, brought out of the threshold and are then subject to some other process, but they are considered what is valuable. So to be threshed on the other side of the portal and to emerge differently, is inherent in the idea of the threshold. Many poets use the idea/metaphor of the threshing floor. It's a transition into a higher state, a state of becoming which may require some amount of aggression or violence but is in the service of individuation, of a assimilating something from the other side into awareness and into experiential awareness that changes us, makes us different and makes us more. Guardians of the gate: Some of these mythical thresholds have watchmen, gates of Hell had a three headed dog, there are gatekeepers and doormen that sometimes appear as innocuous figures but turn out to have secret powers. There are gargoyles, cathedrals. Janus is the God of doorways/gateways and passages and beginnings and endings. In the ancient and modern world, what is outside can contain what is dangerous, whether it is dangerous weather or whether it is dangerous creatures or people, and that to let someone into our hearts and lives and psyche - it is reasonable for them to be evaluated or to demonstrate something that gives us a sense that it will be beneficial to us or welcome for them to pass through - so the threshold becomes a place of testing and evaluating, perhaps even trial in an initiatic way. Are you ready to enter the sacred space or the new state, and to encounter in yourself you have the strength to have this encounter and if you don't know the magic word or the formula then clearly you are not ready or worthy. The desire to move into the other space is strong enough one then returns to the outer world and submits willfully to some form of educative or refining process, and the returns to see if they can answer the riddles or any number of things to achieve what is desired. But some things cannot be stolen, some things can only be gained through attainting a certain level, and sometimes those who seek to breach the threshold without having attainted it find that what is discovered is undecipherable because the preparation to be fit allows one to understand what is in the inner room. A lot of rituals focus on preparation for the crossing of the threshold so that you can receive what is on the other side in order to be present. The preparation is to ensure the would be crosser over, or initiate has sufficient ego strength and that has a direct parallel with therapy and psychanalysis that before you engage the other side, the unconscious, especially the deep unconscious you have to have enough ego strength to engage it and that is shown by your ability to prepare, to give Cerberus who guards the gate of Hell, you throw him three loaves of bread and that keeps him busy eating so you can cross through. All these things that show "Yes, I am prepared, I am grounded. I have done my homework." With increasing interest in psychedelics, a lot of people are just taking them, but in traditional cultures where they are used there is a lot of preparation before you cross the threshold into that experience - Crossing over without preparation gets people into a lot of difficulty with themselves and all kinds of mental disorders versus the guardians of the elders of the tribe, special diets, rites and rituals so that you have a container in your self and in the community that will help you through the experience and to disregard and disrespect the power of the unconscious has consequences. Different traditions around the world have different thresholds, for some you have to step over them or you could kill a family member, for others you have to sprinkle holy water on the doorways and for some a vampire can be deterred with garlic or two shake hands or kiss across a threshold - one carries a bride across a threshold as well as a ritual. Once we cross a threshold we cannot uncross it and how we assimilate it will be another whole process.

Trees are healers, I think I can do it.

God within this. Hard to explain. Personal meaning. I'm blessed. By my forest. It is right there in front of your eyes the whole time. I'm reset somewhat... this light is what people wage wars for, what we spend our whole lives pining after. A seed there. Nothing at all, the most mundane. This is prophesy. The prophesy is a Harvest of Light. I needed that mirror in order to see myself accurately as someone worthy of love. After heading home from this place, I remembered that everything that I need is in the present moment. And that this was the right direction. As I did, we drove by what looked like wheat grasses, golden in the sunlight. And then I felt "illuminated" - but it came at the cost of accepting all things as they are. This was/is hard to do on a sensory level. I am being told that reality is an intention of cause and effect. And that the domino, the cause and effect is the ability to write what comes next for yourself. I can see and feel undercover intentions passed down creating outcomes in this world. Culture. The Ghost in the Machine. I get messages similar to 434 from this forest. Just through observing it. When in this state, the collective intentions feel like an underground railroad, or a maze. This is the Heaven that we are all promised that the Bible talks about. This feedback loop of original intention that generates this understanding. You have to have a certain type of psychology to get this. It isn't about being special. It's about being flawed. The Egyptians made entire tombs for what they would take next, but you can carry it all in sticker form in a sticker book. All that is needed is a representation for what is next. And with this comes understanding life from the technical as well as the natural world. The trade off is that you have to live from the present moment to grow it, as much as you can - with good intent. I do lack experience, but in other areas I know how to make an impression. Sometimes it is good and sometimes it is not. And this is due to my lack of awareness. I have programming that prevents me from accessing it. I have a hard time letting go and not sharing because this process is something humans are supposed to do communally. I am told that no one really needs to do anything because all it takes is the one original intention. I am told that this does not have much to do with me. That the trade-off is ego death. This is why all wishes are ultimately Good. Because when One Sees the unity within the All as a part of themselves, they cannot help but contribute positively to it. And those who do not do not Know it. (Mute the first song and play the second with it.) I don't agree with this video as this is not how nature speaks to me pertaining to how it views humans. Nature LOVES humans SOOO much. We have the power to dream big. It views us as children who are blind - but it has a plan. Consciousness is the plan. It gifts you. We have to return to give to it first. If I become conscious, then everything will change. Just through working on myself, others will move towards Truth as well. Bigfoot. Watch where you step. You have a big impact. The intention of the entire evolutionary chain just to have this insight, just to witness more of who I am. Ecological footprint. As above, so below. "I'm a garden." The second drawing that I created while in the hospital. Will redo these pictures tomorrow morning, there is a spot in the sun under some moss that could look nice. I start with a shape and then let it build itself, and the intuition is the same that comes from other types of complex spontaneous insights. Something indescribable has been happening to me for many years and I grew a lot, again. When I return to this, these signs are the "Wolf". He just keeps coming through new people and always shows me something about His true nature. Not a literal wolf. But the energy in the obsidian analogy - that references/alludes to the forces that govern how life is patterned. A mirror that illuminates everything around you. You can have it all, but you have to let go, forgive, and accept everything in the present moment. It is easy. Remember this. Sounds like an angel choir. The clouds breath for you. I made friends there, too. I can see the lie that culture brings, and how everything is set up around it much like an algorithm. The trick is not getting delusional or losing one's mind while seeing it. The interpretation is always iffy. I look behind me at another tree I never noticed last night. There is so much that I don't notice about the world around me. It is dark with drooping needles, in the night it looks like an uncomfortable blackness. It says something like 'Draw me like one of your French girls.' Along the lines of that. "Take a picture it will last longer." But also the realization that this living thing has been watching me for a long time as well and I never noticed it. This summer I will work with the garden. We are moving soon and so this will be my last season with it. I can't live in the city, it makes me sick. It's a closed feedback loop. How far does the rabbit hole of culture go, I wonder? Just see things as they are and wait and see. A little greyish brown rabbit just hopped by. New path carved. It feels and is experienced just like this. The instincts that make up psychosis is the governing factor in Dream World - in how things manifest. The rules change in the physical world and it is unsettling. You realize when you wake up in a dream in your sleep and it feels so outwardly physical, that is the same bubble that you have when you are awake. It is just covered up. And everything is governed by a series of ancient intentions. Don't piss off the gnomes. Sin is taken away after a long unveiling of ignorance. But it is not if you continue the behaviour after you are aware of it. Or it returns if you forget. Karma. When I die, whatever it is I believe at the time of death is what will happen for the next layer of the onion. I think that is probably how hell is created. So I am wishing for the salvation of everyone for my "room". I'll come back to reading journals here at the end of summer after we move. I am trying to be cautious about being influenced by anything - and also keeping this skill that I have and honing it without it going haywire. I don't know if we ever learn the level of delusion we are in fully or if just seeing it is all that there is - followed by what feels like the sluffing off of a fog. We are all dreaming together. It feels like more. In my heart. Give to get for all things. Store faith in your container. Notes: Self-inquiry is seeking to find happiness and is the best thing to do near the end of one's life and is the correct /best possible thing/preparation to do. Illness is not just a neurosis, it is natural process. It has to go back at some stage. Your body and mind is not an isolated system. Your body inherits its conditioning from the surrounding culture. Die before you die - demise of the separate self. This is a friend. Don't fight it - investigate. I seem to get most of what he's saying. Not a whole lot to write notes on, but good for confirmation that I'm moving the right way. The Great Work is inevitable. On celibacy: it falls into a lot of different spaces - there are unique insights you can get from this practice. I feel like I can understand what this would be, intuitively under it all. I might try it. I get aspects of the Wolf in my environment, like I am supposed to wait and collect character traits that belong to this One. In my soul, I know this is a next life kind of love. Something I have to build myself towards and that thinking otherwise could mess with this process. A lot of occultist influencers just republish other stuff. They don't really know what they are doing. (I've noticed this. Or I already know it, but it is written for people who don't access weird things. It's like the personality of the work is nonexistent. And that is where the knowledge comes from. Idk, I suck at explaining it.) Mentions Shabbat, and if you are not Jewish then it is the wrong technical application of that form of spirituality. Agree, I have experience my lineage in spiritual form - something to do with intention, the lineage of an intention, we each have them so you would be getting onto the wrong "highway", like how Chihiro's parents turned into pigs when they ate the spirit's food. (3:33) This was helpful as a place marker, but my line of work is something different - I feel like there is good stuff here, but that I need to find more information out there. (434) Notes: Every situation has multiple interpretations to it. Most people only go through one or two interpretations. The worst case scenario is falling into the trap of thinking there is only one interpretation. It becomes your reality, it becomes fact for you - absolute Truth - the imagination becomes rigid - and unrecognizable as an interpretation. Most people do this in most situations. This is what creates the spiritual war within human beings. Not being cognizant leads to much misunderstanding of reality. Most situations have very many interpretations and this is core to how you make sense of the world. Often the mind appeals to facts, treats it as a fact for the convenience of going about survival so it doesn't have to think deeply about anything. Most facts are interpretations. The song/image duo that started it all. "Greenland." And a deep appreciation for the blue mist. Action - result - action - result - deal with resistance first. There are more than one way to make sense of facts. They act as though the way they make sense is the right way or the best way - these blunders lie in how you make sense of them and which facts you focus upon. I want to build a natural, magical city of fun and love for everyone to fall into for the next life where we learn about concepts and stuff from different dimensions. Like school. There are metaphysical things that I am curious about. I want my next life to focus on this. Matt Kahn says that it is an angel academy here on Earth. It feels that way. In a certain sense. Wild. Let's be wild, I want to be run free - and to make a memento mori heaven. And live in it now and move in daily life with intention as a vision to keep exploring. One could suggest ideas for different types of journal directories as well, and suggest private or open journal and stuff. No leaders, all decided via vote. Art directory... working out... ect. They could be featured maybe if they are kept organized. I need to find a way to keep them both out of my head... (Stay present, and go to Michael's and get a bunch of art stuff later.) I need to buy some frames. Maybe finish a collage... something to keep me busy so I don't get annoyed staying here and can be off doing my own thing. Productively. I'm running out of music I like... I'll go through this later, I don't know if I want to keep some of these songs. Working on artwork will fix this. Have faith. Choose joy and happiness anyways and look for it around you. Note: Never complain about it again. There has to be a way to just deal with it. You're in a dream anyways. Be glad all that there could be isn't rushing through. It is nice like that. It kind of sits and watches me in an animistic way. Light harvest. Be glad for that, too. My thoughts are nothing unique. I have You, though. At least amidst this, I have You. You'll hold my hand and show me there's nothing to worry about. Don't take yourself seriously. But also... do... just... be more balanced about it. I am doing well... looking through this place it still doesn't feel like my vibe. I'm just gunna do what I usually do and park and shop. Show and tell what I find. And make stuff sometimes. I kind of don't have any of the energy from this place anymore - it left me - probably for the best, and so I don't feel the resonation. Maybe that will change, I don't know. I just don't know. I feel conflicted about things that are important to me. I feel unworthy of all that I have been given... Light, free, love. Feather. I have a feeling of being an actor. Shine, shine, shine... fill the cup. Choice. I feel inspired for tomorrow. I feel so out of order My brain is hazy The shadows in the corner They make me crazy All my ghosts came back to life Every whisper, every lie Itʼs a restless emptiness I canʼt deny Iʼm anxious... I'm anxious... I can't deny I'm anxious... Why are good intentions Always interrupted? Clouded intuitions No way can I trust it Toss and turning in the night When you got a troubled mind In the darkness, I confess I can't deny I'm anxious... Watch where you step. Landmine. Land Mine.

Peace.

He was dead. Destroyed by order of the court, enforced by the transmission of high-voltage alternating current through the lobes of his brain. Approximately 800 mills of amperage at durations of 0.5 to 1.5 seconds had been applied on twenty-eight consecutive occasions, in a process known technologically as, "Annihilation ECS." A whole personality had been liquidated without a trace in a technologically faultless act that has defined our relationship ever since. I have never met him. Never will. And yet strange wisps of his memory suddenly match and fit this road and desert bluffs and white-hot sand all around us and there is a bizarre concurrence and then I know he has seen all of this. He was here, otherwise I would not know it. He had to be, And in seeing these sudden coalescences of vision and in recall of some strange fragment of thought whose origin of vision I have no idea of, I'm like a clairvoyant spirit medium receiving messages from another world. That is how it is. I see things with my own eyes, and I see things with his eyes too. He once owned them. These EYES! That is the terror of it. These gloved hands I now look at, steering the motorcycle down the road, were once his! And if you can understand the feeling that comes from that, then you can understand real fear - the fear that comes from knowing there is nowhere you can possibly run. We enter a low-rimmed canyon. Before long, a roadside stop I've been waiting for appears. A few benches, a little building, and some tiny green trees with houses running to their bases. John, so help me God, is at the exit on the other side, ready to pull out onto the highway. I ignore this and pull up by the building. Chris jumps off and we pull the machine back up on the stand. The heat rises from the engine as if it were on fire, throwing off waves that distort everything around it. Out of the corner of my eye I see the other cycle come back. When they arrive they are both glaring at me. Sylvia says, "We're just... angry!" I shrug my shoulders and walk to the drinking fountain. John says, "Where's all that stamina you were telling us about?" I look at him for a second and see that he really is angry. "I was afraid you took that too seriously." I say, and then turn away. I drink the water and it's alkaline, like soapy water. I drink it anyway. John goes into the building to soak his shirt with water. I check the oil level. The oil filter cap is so hot it burns my fingers right through the gloves. The engine hasn't lost much oil. The back tire tread is down a little more but still serviceable. The chain is tight enough but a little dry so I oil it again to be safe. The critical bolts are all tight enough. John comes over dripping with water and says, "You go ahead this time, we'll stay behind." "I won't go fast." I say. "That's alright," he says. "We'll get there." So I go ahead and we take it slowly. The road through the canyon doesn't straighten out into more of what we've been through, as I expected it would, but starts to wind upward. Surprise. Now the road meanders a little, now it cuts back away from the direction in which we should be going, then returns. Soon it rises a little and then rises some more. We are moving in angular directions into narrow devil's gaps, then upward again higher and a little higher each time. Some shrubs appear. Then small trees. The road goes higher still into grass, then fenced meadows. (My ex used to really like this song. I always thought it sounded like a running rabbit.) Overhead a small cloud appears. Rain perhaps? Perhaps. Meadows must have rain. And these now have flowers in them. Strange how all this has changed. Nothing to show it on the map. And the consciousness of memory has disappeared too. Phaedrus must not have come this way. But there was no other road. Strange. it keeps rising upward. The sun angles toward the cloud, which now has grown downward to touch the horizon above us, in which there are trees, pines and a cold wind comes down with pine smells from the trees. The flowers in the meadow blow in the wind and the cycle leans a little and we are suddenly cool. I look at Chris and he is smiling. I am smiling, too. Then the rain comes hard on the road with a gust of earth smell from the dust that has waited for too long and the dust beside the road is pocked with the first raindrops. This is all so new. And weare so in need of it, a new rain. My clothes have become wet, and goggles are spattered, and chills start and feel delicious. The cloud passes from beneath the sun and the forest of pines and small meadows gleams again, sparkling where the sunlight catches small drops of rain. We reach the top of the climb dry again but cool now and stop, overlooking a huge valley and river below. "I think we have arrived." John says. Sylvia and Christ have walked into the meadow among the flowers under pines through which I can see the far side of the valley, away and below. I am a pioneer now, looking onto a promised land. Notes: To understand kundalini first you have to imagine God as an infinite universe made of multiple universes - imagine this whole thing, which isn't really a thing, as a unified ocean. An infinite ocean. The universe as a whole fragmented in the same way a zygote fragmented in the same why a zygote divides in utero. This gives rise to polarity within the universe, such as male and female, conscious and unconscious, life and death. The polarity of life and death is what gave rise to the birth of kundalini. Why? Because kundalini is life/life force energy. tbc

It seemed to say that the Devil had fetched her, but to be accurate, the dream said it was the wild huntsman, the gundholt, or wearer of the green hat, who hunted with his wolves that night. It was the season of Fohn storms in January. It was Wotan, the God of my Alemannic ancestors who had gathered my mother to her ancestors. Negatively, to the wild horde, but positively to the blessed folk. It was the Christian Missionaries who turned Wotan into a Devil. He is an important God, a Mercury or Hermes as the Romans correctly realized. A nature spirit who returned to life again in the Merlin of the grail legend and became as the spiritus mercurialis. The sought-after arcanum of the alchemists. Thus the dream says that the soul of his mother was taken into that greater territory of the Self, which lies beyond the segment of Christian morality. Taken into that wholeness of nature, and spirit. In which conflicts and contradictions are resolved. He went home and while riding the night train he had a feeling of great grief, but in his heart of hearts he could not be mournful. And this for a strange reason - during the entire journey, he continually heard dance music. Laughter. And jollity. As though a wedding were being celebrated. This contrasted violently with the devastating impression the dream had made on him. One the one hand, music and laughter and it was impossible to yield entirely to his sorrow. Again and again it was on the point of overwhelming him. But the next moment he would find himself once more engulfed by the cheerful melodies. One side was warm and joyful and the other of terror and grief. He was thrown back and forth between these contrasting emotions. This paradox can be explained if we suppose that at one moment death was being represented from the point of view of the ego. And at the next, from that of the psyche. In the first case, it appeared as a catastrophe that is how it so often strikes us. As if wicked and pettiless powers had put an end to human life. And so it is death is indeed a fearful piece of brutality. There is no sense pretending otherwise. It is brutal not only as a physical event, but far more so psychically. A human being is torn away from us, and what remains is the icy stillness of death. There no longer exists any hope of a relationship. For all the bridges have been smashed in one blow. Those who deserve a long life are cut off in the prime of their years, and good for nothings live to a ripe old age. This is a cruel reality which we have no right to sidestep. The actual experience of the cruelty and wantonness of death can so embitter us that we conclude there is no merciful God. No justice and no kindness. From another point of view, however, death appears as a joyful event. In the light of eternity, it is a wedding. The soul attains as it were, its missing half. It achieves wholeness. Many cultures view death as a celebration of this return to wholeness. He had a dream of his father who looked refreshed, they went into Jung's library and spoke to one another and to show off his home and family, his books that he had written - but he saw that his father was preoccupied. His father wanted something from him. His father asked him about marital psychology, but then he awoke - and realized later that it might have had to do with his mother's death. The marriage was not happy and they made typical mistakes couples make. The dream was a forecast of his mother's death. He would have to resume the relationship again but had no better understanding in this timeless state, and needed to speak to someone among the living who would have a fresh approach. Since the unconscious, as the result of it's spatio-temporal relativity possesses better sources of information than the conscious mind, which has only sense perceptions available to it - we are dependent for our myth of life after death upon the meager hints of dreams and similar spontaneous revelations from the unconscious. We cannot attribute to these illusions the value of knowledge let alone prove - they can, however, serve as suitable bases for mythic amplifications. They give the intellect the raw material which is indispensable for its vitality. Cut off the intermediary world of mythic imagination and the mind falls prey to doctrinaire rigities. On the other hand, too much traffic with these germs of myth is dangerous for weak and suggestible minds, for they're lead to mistake vague intimations for substantial knowledge. One widespread myth of the hereafter is formed by the ideas and images centering on reincarnation. India has a highly complex intellectual culture and is much older than the West - the idea of reincarnation is as much taken for granted as among us the idea that God created the world. In keeping with the spirit of the East, the succession of birth and death is viewed as an endless continuity. As an eternal wheel rolling on forever without a goal - man lives and attains knowledges and dies and begins again from the beginning, only with the Buddha does the idea of a goal emerge. Namely the overcoming of earthly existence. The mythic needs of the Occidental call for an evolutionary cosmogony with a beginning and a goal. The Occidental rebels against a cosmogony with a beginning and mere end. Just as he cannot accept that the idea of a static self contained eternal cycle of events. The Oriental on the other hand seems to be able to come to terms with this idea. Apparently there is no unanimous feeling about the nature of the world anymore than there is general agreement among contemporary astronomers on this question. To Western man, the meaninglessness of a merely static universe is unbearable. He must assume that it has meaning. The Oriental does not need to make this assumption, rather he embodies it, whereas the Occidental feels the need to complete the meaning of the world - and strives for the fulfillment of meaning in man, where the Oriental strives for the fulfillment of meaning in man stripping the world and existence from himself. Both are right. Western man seems predominantly extroverted, Eastern man predominantly introverted. The former projects the meaning and considers that it exists in objects. The later feels the meaning in himself, but the meaning is both without and within. The idea of rebirth is inseparable from that of karma - the crucial question is whether a man's karma is personal or not. If it is - then the preordained destiny with which a man enters life represents an achievement from previous lives and a personal continuity therefore exists. If however, this is not so - and an impersonal karma is seized upon in the act of birth, then that karma is incarnated again without there being any personal continuity. Buddha was twice asked by his disciples whether man's karma is personal or not - each time he fended off the question and did not go into the matter. "To know this would not contribute to liberating one's self from the illusion of existence." Buddha considered it far more useful for his students to meditate upon the Nidana chain that is upon birth, life, old age and death - and upon the cause and effect of suffering. I know no answer to the question of whether the karma which I lived is the outcome of my past lives or whether it is not rather the achievement of my ancestors whose heritage comes together in me. Am I a combination of the lives of these ancestors, and do I embody these lives again? Have I lived before in the past as a specific personality and did I progress so far in that life that I am now able to seek a solution? I do not know... Buddha left the question open - he himself did not know with certainty. I could well imagine that I might have lived in former centuries, and therefore encountered questions I was not yet able to answer. That I had to be born again because I had not fulfilled the task that was given to me. When I die, my deeds will follow along with me - that is how I imagine it. I will bring with me what I have done. In the meantime it is important to ensure that I do not stand at the end with empty hands. Buddha had this thought when he tried to keep his students from wasting time on useless speculation. The meaning of my existence is that life has addressed a question to me. Or conversely, I myself am a question, which is addressed to the world and I must communicate my answer - for otherwise I am dependent upon the world's answer. That is a supra personal life task, which I accomplish only by effort and with great difficulty. Perhaps it is a question which preoccupied by ancestors. And which they could not answer. (As I sit here, writing this - this Being speaks. I don't know who it is - the artwork comes from a song called "Stuck in a Timeloop". The Gods must have a slow, drawn, deliberate way of using words - that carry - like playing something of intellectual/metaphyisical substance at .25 and fully understanding what is said, words become LUSTROUS; golden, liquid and FELT - and I will bet the words circle around like that, too - in waves of information, sound, and whathaveyou. I've gotten about ten other signs from the other side, but they come in so fast and there is too much information within them to be able to write it out - which is as it usually goes. There are major things happening across the planet that will change things in one way or another, for better or worse, I don't know - and all the intelligences collected over billions of years culminating into this One Singular moment, and the energy, life, karma, nature, consciousness, awareness... I could make a long list... the witnesses for this event are leviathans. This really is, if there is ever a time - it would be happening Now. It seems odd to say this, because i know that a lot of people have said so in the past - but I can SEE it and FEEL it and KNOW it. And with how the world is changing the way that it is - and the cosmologies that we have... I can't explain it, but the tipping point for everyone is sneaking up and no one can really see it, and I don't know what it is other than an inner knowing, and a process much like Jung's - but at the end of the day you can never fully be sure up until the end. I feel like I am starting to get a good grasp on this, though - but it is not translatable into language. As above, so below. This is especially pertinent to witches/shamans/moons/sorcerers because we have access to some sort of thing that reaches out from the other side. I wonder how they will appear for different people? And I don't much care if people believe me or not, and I don't want anyone to follow me because I am just learning and exploring. I feel that makes me authentic, for those reasons - this morning, a shift in energy - there aren't signs anymore so much as rapid succession of the environment giving me clues about how this reality works - mythology is personal.) The dionysians' side of life to with the Christian seems to have lost the way. Or is the the restless Wotan Hermes of my ancestors who poses challenging riddles? Would I feel to be the resultant of my ancestors lives? Or a karma acquired in a previous personal life might perhaps equally be an impersonal archetype which today presses hard on everyone and has taken a particular hold upon me. An archetype such as, for example, the development over the centuries of the divine triad and its confrontation with the feminine principle? Or the still pending answer to the gnostic question, as to the origin of evil, or to put it another way - the incompleteness of the Christian God image. Through the achievement of an individual, a question enters the world - to which he must provide some kind of answer. For example - my way of posing the question as well as my answer may be unsatisfactory - that being so - someone who has my karma or I myself would have to be reborn in order to give a more complete answer. It might have been that I would not be reborn again so long as the world needed no such answer. And that I would be entitled to several hundred years of peace until someone was once more needed who took an interest in these matters and could profitably tackle the task aknew. For a while a period of rest could ensue until the stint done in the previous lifetime needed to be taken up again. The question of karma is obscured to me. As is also the problem of personal rebirth, or of the transmigration of souls. With a free and open mind, I listen attentively to the Indian doctrine of rebirth and look around at the world of my own experience to see whether somewhere and somehow there is some authentic signs pointing toward reincarnation. A belief is only the phenomenon of belief, not the content of the belief. Jung had a series of dreams that gave him insight into reincarnation but did not find proof in the outer world, but after the experience viewed reincarnation with a new lense - thought without being in a position to assert a definitive opinion. If we assume life continues there we cannot conceive of any other form of existence except a psychic one. For the life of the psyche requires no space - and no time. Psychic existence and above all the inner images with which we are here concerned - supply the material for all the mythic speculations about a life in the here after. He imagines that life as a continuance in the world of images - thus the psyche might be that existence in which the hereafter, with a land of the dead, is located. From this psychological point of view, life in the here after would seem to be a logical continuation of the psychic life of old age. With increasing age, contemplation and reflection, the inner images naturally play an ever greater part in man's life. Your old men shall dream dreams that to be sure presupposes that the psyches of the old man have not become wooden, or entirely petrified. In old age, one begins to let memories unroll before the mind's eye, and musings to recognize one's self in the inner and outer images of the past. This is like a preparation for an existence in the hereafter - just as in Plato's view philosophy is a preparation for death. The inner images keep me from getting lost in personal retrospection. Many old people become too involved in their reconstruction of past events. They remain imprisoned in these memories. But if it is reflective and is translated into images, this is beneficial. Try to see the line that leads through your life into the world and out of the world again. In general, the conception people form of the hereafter is largely made up of wishful thinking and prejudices. Thus in most conceptions, the hereafter is pictured as a pleasant place that does not seem so obvious to me, I hardly think that after death - we shall be sprinted to some lovely flowering meadow - if everything were pleasant and good in the hereafter, truly there would be some friendly communication between us and the blessed spirits. And an outpouring upon us of goodness and beauty from the prenatal state - but there is nothing of the sort. Why is there this insurmountable barrier between the departed and the living? At least half the reports of encounters with the dead tell of terrifying experiences with dark spirits, and it is the rule that the land of the dead observes icy silence, unperturbed by the grief of the bereaved. The world is far too unitary for there to be a hereafter in which the rule of opposites is completely absent. There too is nature, which after its fashion is also God's. The world into which we enter after death will be grand and terrible - like God and like all of nature that we know. Suffering does not entirely cease, granted that what I experienced in my 1944 visions, liberation from the burden of the body, and perception of meaning - gave me the deepest bliss. Nevertheless, there was darkness, too. And strange cessation of human warmth, If there were no imperfections, no primordial defect in the ground of creation - why should there be any urge to create? Any longing for what must be yet fulfilled? Why should the Gods be the least bit concerned about man and creation, about the continuation of the Nidara chain to infinity? After all, the Buddha opposes to the painful illusion of existence, as quote none - and the Christian hopes for the swift coming of this world's end. It seems probable that in the hereafter too, there exists certain limitations, but that the souls of the dead only gradually find out where the limits of the liberated state lie. Somewhere out there, there must be a determinant. A necessity conditioning of the world which seeks to put an end to the after death state. This creative determinant - so I imagine it, must decide what souls will plunge again into birth. Certain souls, I imagine, feel the state of three dimensional existence to be more blissful than that of eternity. But perhaps that depends on how much of completeness or incompleteness they have taken across with them from their human existence. It is possible that any further spell of three dimensional life would have no more meaning, once the soul had reached a certain stage of understanding. It would then no longer have to return, fuller understanding having put to route the desire for re-embodiment. Then the soul would vanish from the three dimensional world and attain what the Buddhists call Nirvana. But if a karma still remains to be disposed of, then the soul relapses again into desires and returns to life once more. Perhaps even doing so, out of the realization that something remains to be completed. It must have been primarily a passionate urge toward understanding, which brought about my birth. For that is the strongest element in my nature. This insatiable drive toward understanding has, as it were, created a consciousness in order to know what is and what happens, and in order to piece together mythic conceptions from the slender hands of the unknowable. We lack concrete proof that anything of us is preserved for eternity, at most we can say that there is some probability that something out of our psyche continues beyond physical death. Whether what continues to exist is conscious of itself, we do not know either. We feel the need to form some opinion on this question, we might possibly consider what has been learned from the phenomena of psychic dissociation. In most cases, where a split off complex manifests itself it does so in the form of a personality. As if the complex had a consciousness of itself. Thus the voices is heard by the insane are personified. I dealt with this phenomenon of personified complexes in my doctoral dissertation. We might, if we wish, adduce these complexes as evidence for a continuity of consciousness. Likewise, in favour of such an assumption are certain astonishing observations in cases of profound syncope after acute injuries to the brain and in severe states of collapse. In both situations, total loss of consciousness can be accompanied by perceptions of the outside world, and vivid dream experiences. Since the cerebral cortex, the seat of consciousness is not functioning at these times, there is as yet, no explanation for such phenomena. They may be evidence for at least a subjective persistence of the capacity for consciousness. Even in a state of apparent unconsciousness, the problem of the relationship between eternal man, the self and earthly man - in time and space, was illuminated by two dreams of mind. In one dream, which I had in October - 1958, I caught sight from my house of two lense shaped metallic gleaming discs which hurtled in a narrow arch of the house and down to the lake. They were two UFOs. Then another body came flying directly toward me. It was a perfectly circular lense, like the objective of a telescope. At a distance of four or five hundred yards it stood still for a moment and then flew off. Immediately afterward, another came speeding through the air, a lense with a metallic extension which lead to a box. A magic lantern. At a distance of 60 or 70 yards, it stood still in the air, pointing straight at me. I awoke with a feeling of astonishment. Still, half in the dream, the thought passed through my head. We always think that the UFOs are projections of ours. Now it turns out that we are their projections. I am projected by the magic lantern as C.J. Jung, but who manipulates the apparatus? I had dreamed once before of the problem of the self and the ego. In that earlier dream, I was on a hiking trip. I was walking along a little road through a hilly landscape. The sun was shining, and I had a wide view in all directions. Then I came to a small wayside chapel. The door was ajar and I went in. To my surprise, there was no image of the virgin on the altar and no crucifix either, but only a wonderful flower arrangement. But then I saw that on the floor in front of the altar facing me sat a yogi in lotus posture in deep meditation. When I looked at him more closely, I realized that he had my face. I startled in profound fright and awoke with the thought - "Aha!" - so he is the one who is meditating me. He has a dream. And I am it. I knew then, when he awakened I would no longer be. I had this dream after my illness in 1944. It is a parable. My self retires into meditation and medites my earthly form. To put it another way, it assumes human shape in order to enter three dimensional existence. As if someone were putting on a diver's suit in order to dive into the sea. When it renounces existence in the hereafter, the self assumes a religious posture as the chapel in the dream shows. In earthly form, it can pass through the experiences of the three dimensional world. And by greater awareness, take a further step toward realization. The figure of the yogi then, would more or less represent my unconscious prenatal wholeness and the far East, as is often the case in dreams a psychic state, alien, and opposed to our own. Like the magic lantern, the yogi's meditation projects my empirical reality. As a rule, we see this causal relationship in reverse. In the products of the unconscious we discover mandala symbols, which express wholeness and whenever we wish to express wholeness, we employ just such figures. Our basis is ego consciousness. Our world, the field of light centered upon the focal point of the ego - from that point, we look out upon an enigmatic world of obscurity. Never knowing to what extent the shadow we form we see are caused by our consciousness. Or possess a reality of their own. The superficial observer is content with the first assumption, but closer studies show that as a rule - the images of the unconscious are not produced by the consciousness. But have a reality and spontaneity of their own. Nevertheless, we regard them as mere marginal phenomena. The aim of both these dreams is to affect a reversal of the relationship between ego consciousness and the unconscious. And to represent the unconscious as the generator of the empirical personality. This reversal suggests that in the opinion of the other side, our unconscious existence is the real one. And out conscious world, a kind of illusion. An apparent reality constructed for a specific purpose. Like a dream which seems a reality as long as we are in it. It is clear that this state of affairs resembled very closely to the Oriental conception of Maya. Unconscious wholeness therefore seems the true spirit of all biological and psychic events and strives for total realization, which in man's case, signifies the attainment of total consciousness. Attainment of consciousness is culture in the broadest sense, and self knowledge is therefore the heart and essence of this process. The Oriental attributes unquestionably divine significance to the self and according to the ancient Christian view, self knowledge is the road to knowledge of God. The decisive question for man is, is he related to something infinite or not? That is the telling question of his life. Only if we know that the thing which truly matters is the infinite, can we avoid fixing our interest upon futilities. And upon all kinds of goals which are not of real importance. Thus we demand that the world grant us recognition for qualities which we regard as personal possessions. Our talent or our beauty. The more man lays stress on false possessions, and the less sensitivity he has for what is essential, the less satisfying is his life. He feels limited because he has limited aims. And the result is envy and jealousy. If we understand and feel that here in this life we already have a link with the infinite, desires and attitudes change. In the final analysis, we count for something only because of the essential we embody. And if we do not embody that, life is wasted. In our relationships to other men, too, the crucial question is whether an element of boundlessness is expressed in the relationship - the feeling for the infinite, however, can be attained only if we are bounded to the utmost. The greatest limitation for man is the self. It is manifested in the experience "I Am" only that. Only consciousness of our narrow confinement in the self forms the link to the limitlessness of the unconscious. In such awareness, we experience ourselves concurrently as limited and eternal. As both the one and the other. In knowing ourselves to be unique in our personal combination, that is ultimately limited, we possess also the capacity for becoming conscious of the infinite. But only then in in an era which has concentrated exclusively upon extension of living space and increase of rational knowledge at all costs, it is a supreme challenge to ask man to become conscious of his uniqueness and his limitation. Uniqueness and limitation are synonymous. Without them, no perception of the unlimited is possible and consequently, no coming to consciousness either. Merely a delusory identity with it which takes the form of intoxication. Our age has shifted all emphasis to the here and now, and thus brought about a demonization of man and his world. The phenomenon of dictators and all the misery they have wrought springs from the fact that man has been robbed of transcendence by the short sightedness of the super intellectuals. Like them, he has fallen a victim to unconsciousness, but man's task is the exact opposite. To become conscious of the contents that press upward from the unconscious. Neither should he persist in his unconsciousness. Nor remain identical with the unconscious elements of his being. thus evading his destiny. Which is to create more and more consciousness. As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. It may even be assumed that just as the unconscious affects us, so the increase in our consciousness affects the unconscious.

Heartbeats. Heart. Beats. It will be my heart that gives out. I tried getting doctors to take a look for years - it beats so erratically all the time - they could find nothing wrong, but my legs, fingers, lips and tongue turn purple very often - when it flares up and beats I can feel and see in my visual field - things that come and go. And I float. It feels quite pleasant to be honest. I think of all the ways I could leave the world, and this one has the highest rate of NDE's experienced. ?️Must be a full moon soon - check it - tonight. Peace dove in the clouds

An example of a simple ziggurat is the White Temple of Uruk, in ancient Sumer. The ziggurat itself is the base on which the White Temple is set. Its purpose is to get the temple closer to the heavens, and provide access from the ground to it via steps. The Mesopotamians believed that these pyramid temples connected heaven and earth. In fact, the ziggurat at Babylon was known as Etemenanki, which means "House of the foundation of heaven and earth" in Sumerian.

And I'm tired of the shame Tired of complaining I'm tired Tired of the routine Still I got no energy to change how I feel Alchemy goes much further than just the physical process of transforming something from it's fixed physical properties into another physical attribute. Into another physical substance. Alchemy also applies to the process of you turning yourself into the perfected state. Each one of these processes that you would take to create something chemically from one thing into another is representative of what you would do in your own life if you were trying to transform yourself from your ordinary fixed physical self into your exhausted state - an enlightened being. The practice of alchemy goes much further than just transforming ordinary metals into precious metals, it goes much further than trying to find the elixir, which is the healer of all ailments, it goes much further than trying to find immortality. It is the practice of creating your entire reality. Thought creates reality. The mind is the thing which limits a physical object to its fixed properties, and so liberating the mind through spiritual practice means liberating all that the mind perceives, and so you see the ultimate alchemists were beings such as Jesus who could turn water into wine and walk on the surface of the water, but for them it was not about this. Alchemy was the practical application of the truth that you create your entire reality and even the perception that your reality is reality. All people are alchemists, most are just unaware that they are doing it. Your mind is creating the construct of this reality. You physically brain is perceiving that construct. Your organs of perception are arranging this reality for you, it is a learning hologram. Alchemy is much much more than the process of turning something like water into wine. It is the process of understanding that your mind is doing all of this. If you change what you are thinking about, your reality must also follow suit. When this becomes a conscious type of process, then you will be creating the reality you live in. Then you are free. There can be no external alchemy without first internal alchemy. "Part comedy, part tragedy" "I choose Death." ? "You now have the blueprints to create Heaven on Earth" "See right through You... This One is bulletproof." *Note - Nightshade does not affect rabbits?

^ The monkey's paw, there always is one. As above, so below. I feel it, too. for a few different things. I learned what it meant but save it for later. START. "START"

No it does not. I was given information on this from an entity a few months ago, and before that a few years ago on this topic - and what it/they said is this: As above, so below, what we do here is what we invite into our reality. The reason why humans have issues with disease, slavery, selfishness and whatnot is in part due to how we treat the planet and other species who live here. The Earth has natural feedback mechanisms that can be triggered to prevent one species from getting too out of control with consumption and that those mechanisms have already been triggered, even if we as a society were to change our ways. Cause and effect doesn't care if you are conscious of it or not - you just become aware of it and see it when you are. (I'm not vegan btw this is just what I was told.) Killing is a serious crime against life - it is all a part of you. You need to tend to your bubble as if it were lace or silk, in intention, emotion, that life is meant to share and witness existence mutually. I have had pet rabbits that an ex harmed come up to me from the other side with the same message. It was all of them, speaking from the collective species voice, which is often how animal spirits communicate in my experiences. They shared with me that life desires to continue on more than anything in the world that this is the golden rule; to protect and cherish it all, and that the same fear before death is shared among all living creatures - that we all feel and cover the existence and time we are given. That life is like a unified screen and what you put in front of it dictates what happens behind the veil in ways that we don't understand - that humans know so little about this, that we are collectively like the equivalent of infants - you bring a cancer into your bubble of consciousness through these actions. Animals are our brothers and sisters and their souls eventually grow into what humans become; consciousness expands in awareness. You kill yourself, your brothers and sisters when you harm another living thing - there is a, like a patchwork quilt underneath it all, where every thread is connected in some way. The Earth calls out warnings, but humans are so disconnected, virtually nothing gets through anymore. This was the song: As above, so below, rabbit ears on the side with a chewing motion indicating speaking "speaking" - this entity will probably give you whatever is in your shadow - that just happened to be mine. So IMO, eating meat needs to stop, but it should probably come about through individual choice. Like, if you choose to do it, and don't mess with other people's ways of living or get too preachy and just do your own thing - that the problem will take care of itself over time. Free will is also part of a conscious society - so the shift needs to be made that people naturally learn how to tend to the world as if it were their lace-bubble, and that people would automatically be more mindful of many things. Hard to do, but that was the jist of it. That video made me really sad btw. Those animals were so trusting. That is such a betrayal. And in front of others of their own kind? I've been gradually reducing meat consumption, but sometimes I forget or if my family makes something I don't want to turn them down if they put work into the meal. I hope to reduce my animal product consumption to near zero, that is the goal.