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Feb 2014
We are trapped in a world that Is.
There are many things that Are Not,
and to see them is to see their entire lives.

I see beings.
I see their entire lives in an instant,
being devoured and loving and living
in a world that does not realize
it is already over.

Space is false.
Reality opens when your eyes close.

Space is a lie;
reality is the key that unlocks the lie,
and it spreads like a disease.

Awareness is pestilence.
It is the devourer that thinks "I"...
Automatic writing; divine moments of truth.
Received 2.11.14ev, dies ♂
☉ in 22º ♒, ☾ in 11º ♋

This was a visionary experience of great visceral intensity, received after performing a particularly effective banishing ritual and group Enochian middle pillar exercise.
Misadventures of Crow
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Misadventures of Crow  40/Gresham
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