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Dismember that you are the Divine One playing a game and suddenly you’re “just” this human.

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Unglued

I’ve come unhinged.
Unglued.
I’m off my rocker.
Out of my mind.

Finally.
Thankfully.

Because who wants
to be straight jacketed
to a rocking chair
locked in the darkness
of someone else’s closet?

12/12

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Drugs

Drugs are but
a permission slip
to sit quietly
within one’s skin,
within one’s soul,
within one’s source;
to allow the flow of
hallelujah-cinations
without the
dismemberment
of conditioning.

One doesn’t need drugs
to access the incomparable.

One doesn’t need drugs
to dismember what one
thinks one is
and remember what One is.

One is the the Divine One.

Infinite.
Incomparable.
Immortal.
Immeasurable.
I-AM-MAGI-NATION.

One doesn’t need ANYTHING.

No permission is required.
Simply imagine.

We are Space Monkey.

12/12

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Excellent Hair


I have excellent hair this morning.

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Remembering  and Dismembering

Beyond this self,
you are the Divine One

As the Divine One,
you have control
over EVERYTHING.

Time.
Space.
Life.
Death.

You can make reality
bend to your will if you wish.

You can give your self
all the money in the world,
or all the love.

You can leap timelines.

You can imagine without thought.

You are timeless,
formless infinity
as well as
all the time and form
you imagine
within and from.

You intersect with your self
in untold countless ways.

You got this.

All of this.

Yet you perceive
an experience in which
you seem relatively
infinitesimal and powerless.

How quaint.

You perceive a situation
in which you AREN’T the only One.

And you are surrounded
by sexies and crazies.

This is why you have dismembered
your self from your “superpowers,”
as self might call them.

This is why you dismember
that you are the Divine One.

Obviously the Divine One
is into human bondage.

Hurts so good.

We are Space Monkey.

12/11

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We are The Divine One. Our selves are ANY and ALL ways we wish (and not wish) to imagine them.

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The Dark Night

The Dark Night of the Soul is called thusly because it feels as though you are giving up everything it means to be human. You are suspending aspects of self in order to reveal aspects from which self seemingly flows.
 
But you do not suspend ALL aspects at once, which leaves your awareness in a seemingly uncomfortable position. The night is dark because you still judge it to be dark.
 
Judgement is the aspect of self to which you most tightly cling. You believe that if you stopped discerning between your imaginary polarities, you would cease being this person that you (and others) have invested so much in.
 
You may judge that this would be “sad,” or “a waste.” You may judge that you are letting others down. You may judge that you are a failure as a human being. And so on.
 
And so, to the many of you are going through The Dark Night of the Soul, we offer you this string of holiday lights.
 
Firstly, realize that you wouldn’t feel so strange if you weren’t so successful at temporarily dousing your distracting human qualities. Clearly the dedication you are showing to this passion is immeasurable, and you should applaud your self for it.
 
Secondly, realize that, more than just this self, you are remembering that you are an instrument beyond compare, capable of expression through infinite dimensions within and without the realm of humanity.
 
If you have ever encountered a musical instrument that is new to you, you will remember that one cannot play this instrument automatically. There are many non-musical sounds that can be made before the more pleasing vibrations become apparent.
 
It is not dark. Things are not unsettling. You are merely remembering how to play this magnificent instrument that you are, which leads you to fine-tune your awareness as a human.
 
You are not giving anything up. You are not losing things. You are merely turning on and off valves, blowing into this and that, setting aside your sheet music — but above all YOU ARE PLAYING.
 
So happy holidays. And as you go through your Dark Night, remember that you are a candle. You are truly lovely and truly loved, for you are love itself.
 
We are Space Monkey.
 
12/10
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Shipping Off To Xmas

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To HAVE almost nothing seems BETTER than having nothing. Yet to BE almost nothing seems WORSE than being nothing. Think about that.

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We are the Divine One

We are the Divine One
this much we know
and there is no separation
unless we imagine it so.

And so we imagine
a split into
and there is me
and there is you.

We are the Divine One
this much we know
there is no separation
unless we imagine it so.

Now we are good
and we are bad
and we are happy
and we are sad.

Both and neither
false and true
seemingly existing
defined by who?

We are the Divine One
this much we know
and there is no separation
unless we imagine it so.

12/9

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