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| Roussoli - Veiling of the Soul |
Nothing is as it appears
to be. Everything I think is wrong. Everything is a figment of my
imagination.
From my senses to my
memory, my opinions and beliefs, how I see myself and others and even my sense
of free will, nothing is as it seems.
The power these delusions
hold over me is staggering. The rabbit hole is a shock to my
existence. The rabbit hole is meant to
be an adventure into the unknown but so far it has been nothing but cruelty
because of my fear of the unknown... will I die if I don’t participate in the
matrix?
Everything I have
experienced was clouded in the mirage of my conditioning. This cloud is lifting. Breathe deeper; it anchors me in the present;
it keeps me from thinking; it keeps me from doing; it aligns me with
reality. Thinking is distortion. Thinking has me go down the bunny trail
instead of the rabbit hole.
Every time I have an
opinion I limit myself. Every time I have a thought I limit myself.
Everything is a limitation.
Everything is made up.
This little life of mine, I made it up and I will do anything to not upset it.
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