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The Search

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The Search. Driven by an insatiable curiosity, the seeker sets out on an amazing quest to find the elusive magic wand. For years, the seeker’s imagination reached great heights of expectation, only to be let down by how reality turned out. The seeker was certain that there must be a point at which reality and imagination meet to create a fresh expression and an amazing cognitive experience. The decision to search is thus made.

One rainy day marked the start of the seekers’ quest for the legendary magic wand. For a few seconds, torrential rain falls, but it soon stops. For hours, this pattern of intense rain followed by periods of no rain served as the catalyst for the seekers’ quest to realize the persistent fantasy that haunted him. Every self-assessment of the seeker’s life highlighted the persistent fantasy and increased the necessity of pursuing the dream to transform his life.

The zigzag pattern of lightning electrified the air after a sudden sonic shock of a thunderclap that made it sound like the planet had exploded. The seeker is startled by the abrupt violence in the atmosphere and falls backwards into a tree that at the same time is struck by a lightning strike. The ground beneath the tree erupts, the tree splits in two, the seeker is pushed into the crevice, and a hole in the ground that is the same diameter as the tree develops into an abyss or bottomless chasm.

Something as dramatic as this was not on the seeker’s agenda when he set out on his fantasy quest. Before a thought could be formed in the seeker’s mind, the entire environment has quickly shapeshifted creating a new reality by a fortuitous lightning strike. The soil is making a rumbling sound and pressing hard against the seeker as he descends into a netherworld that is diametrically opposite to the fanciful mental images conceived of the illusive magic wand so desperately desired.

The seeker is convinced that he has reached the end of his search for the phantasmic magic wand before the search begins. Fragments of the lightning struck tree are falling as well giving off a reddish glow as if on fire. For as long as the seeker can remember the delusive appearance of a longed-for reality perceived by the mind has been a source of comfort and endurance in the face of relentless disappointments.

Curiosity appears to have brought about calamity. The search seems to have ended abruptly. The true nature of reality will ever be obscured by a mirage of itself. The window will never be opened. The heat of the day will consume the withered leaf. And even more, the sun will raise in the west and set in the east.

When the conclusion of wishful thinking seemed apparent a vast opening appeared. The clutches of the soil dispersed from around the seeker. The tree fragments that appeared as fire cooled becoming ash carried away by an unknown element. Without wings the seeker glides in an environment of the mind that cannot be described.

The wind was not as the air remained fresh and still. The inner earth became a cosmos unto itself, and every dimension materialized in a single sphere. The mystical magic wand has been found, and its seat of origin and ultimate fulfillment is in the disposition of the seeker’s mind.

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What is life without dreams

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What is life without dreams? Dreams stir the mind beyond the processes of natural instincts. Dreams stimulates brain activities while you are asleep. Dreams are windows to your inner self. Dreams are your avenues into other dimensions.

It is the desire of most people to have good dreams instead of nightmares, but any type of dream serves it purpose of creative thinking or imagining. Imagining the dawn of day or the comfort of cooling shade on a hot day or caressing warmth when it is cold. Considering this, what are the proper approaches to dream creations?

As little stress as possible would be a good starting point for dream creations especially if your desire is to create good dreams. I dream of something special approaching me from a world all its own. This specialty is coming closer and closer to break the vail between the conscious and the unconscious in my life. I am experiencing flowing emotions as the strong suit of promise creates a delightful rift in my everyday realities.

I concentrate on aspects of this one dream in the hopes that I will invoke it into my sleep. I embed certain features into the remembrance of this dream that I want to act out when this dream occurs again. Unfortunately, the dream does not return because I have not developed the cognitive skills to control and manipulate the dream functions of my brain, yet. However, the keen remembrance of this dream gives me a solid foundation to construct upon.

So, what is life without dreams? An empty head looking for something to think about beyond food and drink. During my dreams I experience the radiant frequencies of another world. Some of these experiences are troubling and others are satisfying. I dream of walking in the dark canvas of the universe approaching a being of charm and splendor. I am as beautiful as the twinkling lights lovingly sprinkled upon this canvas of darkness. I reach out to touch the magnificent qualities of my dream, and suddenly I am awake.

It seems that reoccurring dreams are restricted to the not so good ones, at least for me, and many of the delightful ones disappear without a trace when I awake. Not being able to control or recall such an important aspect of my life is unacceptable, therefore, I am determined to develop the proper techniques for dream creations.

Over a million years ago, when people were not locked into a dependance of material gadgets, the ability to create dreams was commonplace. They could easily move huge stones with their minds and knew the secrets of sound vibrations and could teleport themselves, even to the belt of Orion and the dimmest star of the Siris star system.

All these human mental abilities became greatly diminished, and even lost when the Milky Way galaxy moved into a different region in the universe triggering the onslaught of ice ages, the most recent one causing people to evolve who lack all spiritual connection to the cosmos and the energies that drive it.

Consequently, my ambition for dream creation is one of rediscovering prehistoric cognitive development that would have spared the planet earth of its current contamination and pollution that materialist have inflicted it with had not the movement of the galaxy placed it into its present cosmic frequencies which triggered ecological and physiognomy changes on the earth.

During my awaken hours, the dream that fascinates me fills me with pleasant thoughts when my thought may be contrary to feeling at ease. I smile to myself knowing that I have a friend dwelling in the misty twilight who cares about me.

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Nothing At All

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This is the beginning, this is the end, of nothing at all. Nothing at all has no conclusion and no starting point. When the glass is broken, it is not fit to drink from, and the walls come tumbling down only to crush a lame duck. True to form, something cannot be produced by nothing at all, despite the big bang conjectures, and a wheel rolling down a hill is not destined to crash into a tree, even if the tree is directly in the wheels path.

This is the end, this is the beginning, of an array of possibilities leading fast-forwards into nothing at all like an explosion at the other end of the cosmos that is not heard. The truth is explained away in face of its evidence like a lie taking pride and refusing to go away. Pools of pristine waters rendered unfit to drink, and foods manufactured that have the elegant taste of plastic and cardboard with a little salt and pepper added for flavoring.

Nothing at all knocked on a restless person’s door and when the restless person opened the door there was nothing at all. Life is an illusion manifested by a wayward photon that has no purpose other than to bounce against a careless neutron, creating nothing from ten minus the power of nothing at all. Therefore, the elevated think that the universe revolves around them and every word they utter has a tremendous impact on everyone and everything. The dust do not know the elevated name, nor their shape or form and a broken tree branch does not call out to them as it falls.

Everyone hopes for the worst for the other person, feeling confident that they will be swept away to safety when nothing at all that exists calls them from the air. Mark my words because my words mean absolutely nothing at all in the vibrational frequences of this phenomenon we refer to as existence. The headstone has nothing at all to say about anything, just as a phantom will not go around ghosting someone other than what that person conjures up in their mind.

A dune beetle came up with the concept of the wheel and an anthropodenial copied the idea and called it its invention. Volcanos broadcasted the power of steam, and the brute figured out ways to harness it. Anthropomorphism is the current social trend as males and females are being redefined, and as a result diseases are proliferate with this type of thinking and behavior.

The wind blew northeast, but not because of climate change but because it interacted with other streams of air that pushed it in a northeast direction. The simplest explanation is sometimes the best, especially if the goal of a universal nothing at all is your quest.

Look to the branch that brakes away from the tree and consider how it accepts its fate without compromising nor complaint. Perhaps the consciousness of nothing at all is dreaming and it is all make-believe even of itself. When will the unknown be known; if ever, and a blade of grass will again be eaten by the cow that is not forced to consume chemical mixtures of whatever and everything.

If it ever should arise, the beginning and the end will collide and out of the collision nothing at all will be consumed, producing nothing at all in its wake. Thank goodness.

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The Echo

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The echo in the garden is not from my voice, so where is it coming from and who is producing it? It is a sound that I have not heard before, yet it is so familiar that I feel as if I intimately know it. Knowing a sound that I have not heard before as an echo that surrounds me is what I sense without understanding the significance of my exposure.

The echo in the garden is so soothing and relaxing. It makes me want to bathe myself in it, washing away all my concerns, at least for the moment, at least for the day. I look but I do not see what my ears perceive. The echo in the garden is closer than touching me. The echo in the garden is an intricate part of me. The best part of me that I do not see. Revealing the hidden that I push away from myself and the shadows that creeps behind me.

Leaves are fluttering in the trees being moved by the echo in the garden that is stirring the air. Air that is as clean and as fresh as a star bursting into light nourishing the orbs revolving around it. The echo in the garden speaks to me in a language that can only be translated by the galactic vapors.

Every galaxy has its own ubiquitous vapors that communicates with the untouchable but only when the outsider wants to be touched. Therefore, I submit to the echo in the garden and listen carefully to the vaporous translations.

In the remote past of a half a second ago, the echo in the garden filled me with anxiety of the trepidation of the unknown before soothing and relaxing me as never before. The unknown is still unspecified and mysterious, but the cuddling by the echo in the garden has made me fearless. Fearless of things to come and things that can not be undone.

As time ravages the mind, the feet are closer to the door that is held open by the frost with a bitter bite. However, the galactic vapors have informed me that there are no such creatures as never before and forever.

The garden is as quiet as not an animal stirring, as every being is attentive to the echo in the garden. Every being listening to the touch of understanding, comprehending the sensations of completeness. By the time there comes a time, everything will know that the supernatural means nothing to the colors of the universe and that the echo in the garden is as normal as a bump in the dark.

The garden is as serene as a hiccup without a burp, and the shadows in the forest has a compelling friendliness about them that compliments the echo.

One ecstasy at a time so as not to avalanche the mind with an overabundance of cosmic vapors. Uncontrolled thoughts and sensations that falls onto a fast-moving lizard and taken to a place where dreams can’t escape. Not of my voice is the echo in the garden and it comes from everywhere and from everything.

I want to coat my very essence with the echo in the garden and live my life within its embrace, and because there is not an always nor a forever, I live. I live as an element of the echo in the garden with the vapors of the Milky Way galaxy educating me.

The Milky Way galaxy educating me about life after life, and the sensibility of placing one foot before and behind the other.

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Good Wishes

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Good wishes without kisses. Moving forward on a mission to unravel the cone when greatness ruled the earth, and the universe was young. Finding the motives for a people who has gone astray by losing themselves in an unreal reality created by the vacant lot, causing cultures to topple and global pollutions to reign supreme.

A world of wishes without kisses where idiots rule and fools govern with the oblivious obscured by the nonsensical and the pathetic being ramped higher than the highest whatever. The ill-mannered are applauded giving them even more energy to be a dull witted and suffering the cost of neanderthal blending.

Once upon a time there was a time when the air was safe to breathe, foods was nourishing to eat, and water energized the body. During that time large stones rolled uphill by thought, and other realms and planets were frequently visited by mental teleport. A woman knew what she was, and a man bathed her with the light of the sun. Then a particular ice age came and changed everything.

A new species of humanoid developed amid the ice and snow. No animal could find refuge from this new biological metamorphosis that devoured everything in sight. The land became a garbage dump, and the waters became a sewage flush. Progress became measured by the number of trees cut down in the forest and the level of artificial signals that can distort the cells of the animal and human brain.

Kisses without wishes falling into oblivion under the weight of the avalanche that distorts everything and everyone it encounters. The light of the worlds unwittingly and willfully transformed themselves into debris and wreckage having only loudness as their distinction. Rulers who will not let go of the short stick that grounds them to powder and makes a mockery of them at every instant. When will the unwise learn and the unconscious regain their consciousness?

Just the other day the planet earth was a wondrously beautiful place when only one species of humanoids inhabited the soil. Born from the colors and frequences of trillions of stars coalescing into the perfect dark matter that holds and sustains all the universes in their places. And the fruit that fell from the tree nurtured and nourished the soil causing a blade of grass and a flower to bloom. No deserts, or wastelands, or molten core, and no beast or man feeding upon the other.

Good wishes without kisses. One mind without dissention. One body of one form and one universal house that could truly be called home. Yesterday as the egg rolls, clouds rained down uncontaminated water creating underground streams of vibrant purity and oceans washed the shores without corruption. Wars were fought by intimidations not by bloodbaths and untold suffering. This was a time when, and that when will come again just as sure as tomorrow is the same as yesterday and the evening, the morning, and the night will stay in place.

This is not a dream. This is how existence was the day before yesterday and how it will be the day after tomorrow.

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The Look

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The look. Taking an analytical look at myself I am compelled to ask the age-old question “what is the meaning of life?” and specifically, “what is the meaning of my life?”

Is to live in a world of fantasies that I create, or regretting the things that I have said and done the meaning of my life? Or should I dismiss the inquisitive questioning of my being and accept the horrors of the carbon world as a finished and absolute product?

My elevation is the core of my fantasies, soaring higher than the thoughts of the mind can reach, carving out channels of completeness and rivers of fulfillment that the carbon world cannot accommodate.

What is the advantage of wishful thinking when whatever you wish cannot change the past? Possibly you can guide certain aspects of the future with wishful thinking. But the behavior of the cosmos and other people do not perform at your whim, so there are limitations to futuristic wishful thinking.

The look at myself is sobering at best. I see many loves reduced to ash before they can be built to stand by my feelings of inadequacy. I see a career in ruins because of my mistakes and addictive tendencies.

When I take the look at myself using the analytical approach to self-awareness, I see a pot boiling without water and steam not raising because there is nothing to create it.

Be that as it may, a light rain is falling and even though neanderthals have polluted and contaminated everything, the carbon-based is still a sound structure with a day of change to take place.

So, the age-old question as to the meaning of life is somewhat irrelevant as hydrogen atoms have little regards for the various types of plasma. And don’t be carried away by what scientific journals say about the age of this event and how and when that occurred because it is all guesswork.

The look is not to be inflated out of proportion but is to be taken as it is given. The thoughts of a double humpback camel is not the same as the thoughts of a single humpback camel, whatever that means. And assumptions and beliefs are not the same as facts and knowledge.

The meaning of life is defined by the individual and as long as that person does not intentionally cause harm to others it is there flow.

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Your Behavior Speaks

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Your Behavior Speaks

Your behavior is telling me the opposite of what your mouth is saying. I realize that you may be confused so it is my duty to enlighten you. I am telling you that your avenue of escape is firmly in my grip. In my hands you will experience a complete feeling of expression and all your doubts concerning me and you will float away.

Let me know everything you are thinking so that together we can sort them out, with the outcome of giving you a pure thought of mind. In a little while the walk of a mile will be over and the journey into a wonderful future begins. In the aftermath the end will eclipse the beginning as well as the now of indecisiveness.

Do not place your faith in the figments of someone’s imaginations because I am the fulfillment of your dearest fantasies and the open scroll to your happiness. Leap before you look and be assured that I will catch you. With one hand I will suspend your fall and with the other hand I will slingshot your hips.

Moreover, I am your lifeline that will keep you from drowning, pulling you to the comfort of my shores. The door is open, the lock is broken, your way is clear to discover the fountain of youth and the hidden treasures of a long-lost civilization.

Why ride the goat when you can load the mule that carries your burdens? Not that I am making an unrealistic much of myself, I only want you to know that a flower has bloomed on the top of the mesa having no fear of a stone falling upon it. The clouds try to reach down and touch it, and the dew of morning nourishes it.

Your behavior say yes even as your mouth is saying maybe. There is no contradiction. There is no predicament. Because I am the noble beast of the open seas whose waves wash onto the coastlines of your best wishes soaking them with a pleasant spray.

The wind will never blow through your head from ear to ear when I am near. Your heart will never be broken as it is too filled with plenty. The twinkle in your lovely eyes will never disappear.

Be advised that I am the prize you won when you drew your choice from the star clusters. You closed your eyes and blew a kiss, and that kiss became your wish. That wish that you kissed is me.

Your will is compromised as an offering on my alter of intent. There is no reason for you to feel distressed because the knife that I plunge into your heart is love. Blue skies, starlit nights and the season of romance is far more than a token.

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Unlocking the Mysteries of Dreams

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Unlocking the Mysteries of Dreams: A Journey Through Online Forums

Dreams have always been a source of fascination and mystery. They are the silent language of our subconscious, a bridge to the innermost recesses of our psyche. For centuries, people have sought to understand the enigmatic messages hidden within their dreams. Today, the quest for understanding continues, and it has found a new home on the internet.

Online dream forums have emerged as vibrant communities where individuals from all walks of life gather to share and interpret their dreams. These forums are not just platforms for discussion; they are sanctuaries for self-discovery and personal growth. They offer a space where dreamers can connect with others who are on a similar quest to decipher the cryptic communications of their subconscious minds.

The beauty of these forums lies in their diversity. Participants bring their unique perspectives, experiences, and cultural backgrounds, enriching the tapestry of interpretations and insights. Whether you’re a seasoned dream analyst or a curious newcomer, these forums welcome you with open arms. They are a testament to the collective human desire to understand the unknown and to connect with others on a profound level.

As a community of dream decoders, members engage in a wonderful and enlightening journey of understanding their inner selves. It’s a journey that can be whimsical, profound, or even life-changing. By sharing dreams and interpretations, dreamers can uncover patterns, confront fears, and even find inspiration for their waking lives.

So, if you find yourself intrigued by the mysteries that unfold in your sleep, consider joining an online dream forum. It’s a place where you can express yourself freely, explore the depths of your subconscious, and perhaps even unlock the secrets that your dreams hold. You deserve to embark on this journey of self-discovery, and who knows what wonders you might uncover?

Dream forums are not just about understanding dreams; they’re about understanding ourselves and connecting with a community that shares a passion for the mysteries of the mind. So, dive in, share your dreams, and join the conversation. The world of dreams awaits you. Let’s explore it together!

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During

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During a time when the moon appeared twice as large as it does in modern times there was a king who ruled a vast empire. His dominion spanned from one end of the earth to the other on land, in the seas, and in the air. His name was many, so many that his name was unpronounceable.

During a time when the oxygen levels on the earth was many times higher than they are in modern times, everything and everyone grew to enormous sizes and lived far longer. The vegetation was extremely rich in minerals, proteins, and vitamins and their colors were exquisite.

During this early earth period of time, a daughter is born in a crystal palace at the bottom of the near ocean, coinciding with the birth of a son fathered by the ruler who has a difficult name to write down and say.

The waters of the earth undulate in either gentle or violent wavelike motions when the child of the near sea laughs or cries. When the daughter of the bottom of the sea has a temper, a swirling wind forms at the top of the sea having no regard of how much tempest it cause on land or water as it moves according to the currents of her wishes.

With powerful winds the wishes of the daughter of the crystal palace fell upon the home of the ruler of the earth with ferocity, so much so, that no one in the area felt they would endure it. The moments seemed endless, and many nerves were shattered by the fierce aggressiveness of the storm.

At last, exhausted dramatized people begin to appear from their shelters. Some cursed the daughter of the near sea while most heaved a sigh of relief and thankfulness.

A council of elders formed in the badly damaged home of the ruler of land, sea, and air. A decision is reached by the elders that nature should be placed under the jurisdiction of the ruler with the unpronounceable name. At this time the daughter of the waters and the son of the ruler with the unverbalizable name had come of age.

The son of the ruler of the earth was given the task of subduing the daughter of the bottom of the sea. His task was made simple because everyone knew that she lived in a crystal palace at the bottom of the near sea.

What tactic will he use to constrain her temper; the strong-arm approach that a self-deluded upstart heathen will use, or understanding, agreement and harmony that comes with being earthly inhabitants for millenniums.

Her dominion is the universal seas. Her habitation is on a solar orb called the Earth. Her spirit is in the waves of the waters. Her power is unlimited. Her nature is whatever she choses it to be.

This is who the son of the ruler of the earth must confront. The daughter of waves and seas is who he must induce, persuade, convince, and satisfy. Can he, do it?

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She Appeared

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She appeared out of nowhere and disappeared into where she came from. The only evidence that she exists is in my heart and mind where she will always live as long as I am alive.

When I awaken from sleep the memory of my dreams go away. I try to recover them to no avail. Even the dream I was having just before awakening from sleep has gone away.

And she appeared to me from a misty shadow. A misty shadow that appeared suddenly. Suddenly the misty shadow is here, and quickly the misty shadow is gone.

Suddenly she is here and suddenly she is gone. She has gone into a place where dreams form. She has gone into a place that was not here before.

She has gone into a region where only dreams reside. A region of forming dreams that vanishes when I awaken from sleep. A region linked to the hippocampus, the neo-cortex, and the amygdala where memories are stored.

Gone into a region where neurons communicate with aspiration and imagination, where there is the potential of infinite memory and where she will always live even when my dreams are seemingly forgotten.

In the ether or aether is where she lives as the first element or quintessence beyond the terrestrial sphere. Where she lives from remote times long before medieval science evolved. In this sphere she has always existed and will ever live.

In my mind she is the pinnacle of my dreams that are formed either when I am awake or asleep. I have no questions to ask because she is the total answer to any and all of my questions.

Therefore, her answers are always pleasing to me, giving me confidence for the present and the future. It matters not that she appears as a nebulous image created by my psyche and mentality because she is definitely not a delusion formed by wishful thinking on my part.

She appears, and she is real. So real that I can feel the warmth and the softness of her skin in my sleep. Even more, she has a delightful affect/effect on my mood and attitude. And then, she is gone leaving me with a wonderful afterglow.

This is because she exists in the delicate space between reality and dreams. So, she is not gone as long as I live and when I live no longer in the material sphere, I will be where she is, loving her for ever more.

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