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Originally Posted by hueyii
yep, I'm working on it. takes some 30 seconds and some 30 years. I'm pushing the 30 year mark. From time to time I get flashes of infinite understanding but they are instantly over. Somebody told me that was because before my mind could completely grasp the infinite it had changed. It was like something clicked, like a door open but just as it was all dawning on me the door slammed shut, the information pulled away. Is that the "aha" moment? Whatever it was it was really cool and I enjoyed it better than anything.
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Some even Longer then 35 years... But then again, no regrets <it was a fun childish time, without responsibility. >|
I initiated a book party once, where friends could either write their own story and read it, or read part of their favorite book...
The only ones writing a new piece (Creativity) were my shaman at that time and me. He noted later, ain't it wonderful, that we even can do that if nesesary.. God knows what we can do more, if requested, and thus pointed to a possibility that is explorable.. Also that we were getting used to being behind the third eye, and starting to explore our path in that infinity creative territory.
I "played" the person my friends had known for so long, and read from piece of paper, I played I didn't recognize as being written to me., (1st rule of people playing an act: Never disappoint an audience.)
I had given this piece of paper to my partner before the party, with the message that that would be the last piece read that evening, and I would play like I didn't know who wrote it, and for certainly not acknowledge that it was written by me!!!.
Written by what I call my alter (IQ 10,000) ego (The Flashes you talk about.), explaining in a short story that this party was given as a bright thought to the person they knew, and specialy to give them the message on the paper:
That we were all gods.. And were going to exist forever. Plus that we better get used to the thought and start behaving like it.
I guess they went all home with something to think about.. If only whether I had now at last lost all my marbles
Most dropped me like a hot potato, when I choose to live my life my way in stead of the "accepted" and "paved" way, by dropping my old existence (The Lie I had lived for so long and worn like a body suit!) like a butterfly leaves behind its cocoon.
