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The mind connects to the brain, by being, the space between everything in the brain, the body, the whole of the all.
Mind is consciousness, subconscious. We are our consciousness, subconsciously. The body we now are contained in [are] as real as the body in your dreams.
Imagine, you tonight, fell asleep. You then drop out of time, in the sense of, you closing your eyes, and in the very same second, you open your eyes, having experienced a dream, as of in eternity.
You, between this second, experienced a state where you as creator, as source, as nothing and all. Experience a consciousness, conscious in your subconscious mind. There you could create this as your reality; based on what you think is there, subsequently manifesting [this] as real, here.
So the story goes, what if we all. Upon, being pure conscious, ?fell asleep?, arraying a (our) ?dream?, outside of time, which upon eons of cycling incarnations, had ?created? a measurement of combining the combined positions of our solar systems movement, in a linear fashion, and called it time, concealing possibilities, of nonlinear interpretation, of our experiencing [this].
Inside this timeless picture, we are moving like a comic strip, on ruling in to the serration of the future, whilst ?awake?. Yet ?asleep? we lay still, in the movement of it all.
Awakened, recalling a dream, as pure imagination.
This shapeless, in shaped picture we unfold. In the moment, we ?closed our eyes?. As of now, is so clear and robust, it is whit ?eyes open? we continue, as our self is.
gomp you just anally raped my mind.... thank you may i have another?
-------------------- "yet the more i dig, the more i consume, the more i unfold... the less protected i feel.
i am the spit on the hair of the son of an electron, swimming around the nucleus of a cell inside the sperm of a killer bee, and my purpose is as nebulous as why weve been bestowed with the capacity to give a shit" Brandon Boyd
Leaving is one thing, not returning, is another. I leave at many things. I return to many things. This place, for as long as my body will hold me, I will be in. Being, a being, here, I leave in sleep, to a state called dreams. if my body rot and/or is destoyed, i will not return.
In dreams, I am no longer I. In dreams we are. This space between you and me, in leaving, a mind, becomes you. In leaving, returning to follow.
As we are space between us, dreaming, awake. We are moving, where not only we are, but also to the dreams, we make.
Heaven on Earth is upon us. You woke up this morning; in you mind keeping, but so forgetting, the nods, on which the memories connect. Even not connecting to the memories, they are there, as we [was] them, they became, being, as dreams, in our imagination, as real.
Bear in mind, what you remember, as you self, being, the all we create, be the moment.