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There are secrets whispered all around us, the earth speaks through her gentle fingers; the grass waves in the wind. We are made of the same stuff as mud! Yet something else is happening here… Show me the key to our consciousness! Humanity can observe and pick at the cell, we can stare at the atom, the vibrating center of the universe, we are getting closer it would seem, but we aren’t going to reach It. What if I told you It’s all around you, Just breathing gently. Relax, inhale It, let your consciousness expand and contract, all at once. Set your soul free, let it wander gently through the darkness, towards the light, yes, Closer. See It now? Glowing in front of your being? Go ahead and touch It, Rub noses with It, Put your hands inside of It. Yes. You are It.
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Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
Touching It
There are secrets whispered all around us, the earth speaks through her gentle fingers; the grass waves in the wind. We are made of the same stuff as mud! Yet something else is happening here… Show me the key to our consciousness! Humanity can observe and pick at the cell, we can stare at the atom, the vibrating center of the universe, we are getting closer it would seem, but we aren’t going to reach It. What if I told you It’s all around you, Just breathing gently. Relax, inhale It, let your consciousness expand and contract, all at once. Set your soul free, let it wander gently through the darkness, towards the light, yes, Closer. See It now? Glowing in front of your being? Go ahead and touch It, Rub noses with It, Put your hands inside of It. Yes. You are It.
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Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
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