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 13 Dec 2002 @ 10:52
A friend recently informed me that as of some time next year, 90 some percent of the entire old growth forests will be enilated. It has always been known that they are rapidly dissapearing from the soil, but a statement as definite and in your face as what I was told, surely opens discussion in your mind as to what will be of a result to this. More >
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 29 Nov 2002 @ 18:12
In such a turbulant noisy and high stressed place such as the streets that we rest on, it is so easy to become the victim of every little jitter and flutter and every word uttered, our senses grow so weary to every little event within event within event and our mind begins to take note of every little change. We, being the beings behind the scenes, thus become the victim to every thing that is floating by in our imagination, but we somewhere have lost the ability to veiw the reality as an illusion like a movie, when you watch a movie, you can pretend that the people are as present as you are your self, but you know they are composed by millions of individual frames that animate them and bring them to life, well this is almost no different than anything happening outside yourself, everyone and everything, as real as they are, are an illusion, and are composed of nothing greater than the atmosphere. If you can understand this, then you can understand the importance of training your mind properly so as not to be decieved by that it percieves, all the noise in the world is nothing more than millions of children playing and fumbling with their building blocks, and all of the words floating in your ears, are nothing more than secret messages you send to yourself to decode. We are eternaly engaged in an internal game with ourselves, and wisdom and wits are the tools we use to win, but the truth is, we will never lose. More >
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 28 Nov 2002 @ 15:05
Never lose sight of the changing current of events, for how easy it is to get swept away and sucked under the curtain of yesterdays happenings, how powerfull the illusive force can be, untextured, unformed, yet all together the feircest storm, one that awaits for you to lose your focus, and it strikes in a blur, and attacks with no mercy, it enters your sacred chambers, and is disguised in whatever form is most inviting to you, and with just that, you invite the unsteady, unforgiving, undetermined force into your secret home away from the the visible world. Never lose sight or you will lose mind. More >
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