I found myself to be in some kind of mine, deep underground.
5 foot tall, slender, long eared, shadow ppl were very busy working very hard.
Digging, drilling, moving things around in wheelbarrows.
It was hot and humid(when i came out of the experience i was sweating)
i tried to see ones face but they were too busy to be stopped.
again i had the feeling of what am i doing here ? how is it beneficial ? did i dail the wrong number again ?(it didnt feel very nice there)
I was going to go back but i was really undisturbed by this usually disturbing experience, and ended up not.
then i understood - its not all about my benefit - thats selfish, my current obsticle is a rock of epic proportions - blocking my way.
i need to think my way around this one.
antrocles wrote:...purity of intent....purity of execution....purity of experience...
...unlike the "blind leading the blind". we are more akin to a group of blind-from-birth people who have all simultaneously been given the gift of sight but have no words or mental processing capabilites to work with this new "gift".
IT IS ONLY TO THE EXTENT THAT WE ARE WILLING TO EXPOSE OURSELVES OVER AND OVER AGAIN TO ANNIHILATION THAT WE DISCOVER THAT PART OF OURSELVES THAT IS INDESTRUCTIBLE.
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He who packs ur capsules - controls your destiny.