The shaman seeds. We are children playing with guns now. We can not even pretend to understand what we are doing. I just hope I've not pulled the trigger.
Intense, soul-baring, cosmos-communing agony/ecstasy and the most beautiful experience. Imagine knowing everything. Losing the ties which bind your soul and experiencing the entire universe. The human brain is possibly not built to process such input. Or possibly the brain is so much better than we thought, and can generate such things if given the proper stimuli. Imagine experiencing the death and decay of your body and knowing that this will come to pass, accepting this as inevitable as you swallow back the blood and feel your bones crumble. This is not frightening. Imagine being able to see everything between people. The intricate connections between each one of us and the universe. The thousand complex layers of motivation, ego, instinct, desire which drive us.
Know that inside everyone is a kernel of infinity.
What would happen if we dared to let it free?
We live now in fear. Our true selves are glass birds. They are so fragile, we keep them in cages inside fortresses of ego. We think that if they touch the world outside they will shatter.
Try it. Unlock the door and the glass bird will be feathers and warm beating heart and fly out into the world. It is eternal and ever changing.
You do not need to fight anymore.
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