ow to know if I’m talking to you or me. A feeling changes inside, as if you’ve arrived or connected. Are you really here? Or is it my desire that makes me feel it?
t was different, the drawing said one thing and my vision, another. But, how could I know which one was true? Then I realized that maybe they complemented, and I tried to superimpose what I was seeing inside my forehead, through metaphoric rays that got out of my eyes, on the figure I had doodled on paper.
“To control the total energy you just need to be calm and play with everything around you: don’t see harm and there will not be any.”
ere’s two topics: the superimposition of all the states of the body and the picking of one out of the many possibilities available (when referred to a flow of events). I guess these are the two main differences that will start to arise, separating us from that we have been living until now. This can create confusion at first.
I had this dream about you, you were young and old at the same time , it wasn’t really quite at the same time, it was more like a sequence–from young to old–which manifested randomly in an instant. You displayed this way. I had various dreams in which the subjects of my love showed themselves like this or, maybe, I just acknowledged them in this manner.
Were they dreams? Or were they memories of the future? Things to come bring the promise of total freedom. Only freedom entails much more than what we think. We better learn how to administrate resources, for they will be plenty, infinite I dare to say. And infinite resources demand from us a certain training for their fair use.
Sometimes I feel that someone cares for me and follows my every move, that I’m not alone. That I am part of something much bigger than this world.
his limit separates the world from the whole. You can get there with your imagination, that is to say: if your question is how to open the door, you may see yourself going down a mini-ladder that starts at the rear of your brain–as if it had a back door–, then, at touching down the floor, turning and seeing the light filtering through the interstice the frame creates with the door. Opening it afterwords. The luminosity will flood everything, making it disappear.”
One of the pieces I chose from my little experiment: Photographing drawings from different angles.
e wasn’t quite sure, the book could desintegrate in his hands if he opened it. Without touching it, he blew on the cover; the dust raised, and lighted while passing through the window. “Magic dust,” he thought, and laughed.