The
mind is a
conduit.
From there
to here
things move
along.
From the
ether things
are pulled,
formulated
and produced.
Our
reality is
filling up
being
produced
from
nothing!
No mind,
no conduit,
no reality,
no nothing!
Our reality
comes out of
nowhere.
The mind
grabs nothing
to create
everything!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 5th, 2018 07:01
- Category: Unclassified
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