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Feb 2015
walls keep out most of the weather and for that one has to be grateful.
You can move through various states of consciousness when a wall rises up behind you cutting off the memory.
The concrete sense of folding into light invisible to the eye and living in a dimension clean of all else but an eternal now is fresh as fresh could be understood in a world of happy peaceful travelling while the body is still connected by an unseen connection to a past you no longer tap into or want to or need to.
It must be the freedom effect fully charged and energised that propels you to such a different plane of being where all walls forward have diminished and disintegrated the moment the memories were hidden from view.
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nivek
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