Having your gas siphoned from your truck is the price you pay for being here… the temporary penalty for shouting truth into others RVs, and the unfortunate consequences of truth.

Yet, you never know if there’s a carny ready to walk out the front gate, never to return, or a weary traveler eager to step outside their trailer who needs a helping hand. That traveler may look like someone else, but it’s you…

…just wearing different colored overalls of course.

What came first, the Pyramids or Pleiades, the Earthling or channeling Pleiadians, the bull or the horns? Answer: Neither, regardless of whether you see or feel one first.

So what part of this fractal riddle do you not yet get?

An observation of a fractal structure reflects the ‘first’ distinction, creating time, and mistaken cause and effect.

The essence of the ‘first’ fractal comes from a desire that doesn’t occur in time and space.

In myth and lore, the bulls horns represent duality, which as a Maatador you know is the creator of all fractals. Come and learn how distinctions create time.

Dogmas are made of bones and chew toy ‘things’. They incessantly pull their leash until buried by soil, and snarl at anyone who tries to reveal the hole they’re filling.

Dogs return to the kennel of their training, and bury belief systems to be dug up again.

Life and death and love and birth were walking along, where death had something to say,

“How’s it that you have to be willing to die, to live?”

and life replied,

“Funny how the opposite’s true as well.”

‘Life’ is a rollercoaster ride that once you boarded, it can be a fitting choice to go to the end. Otherwise, ‘leaping’ out early mostly lands you in the following car, headed for the next downhill with your eyes closed. So goes the ride of reincarnation past lives.

Twin Inferno is the state of life and death truth that feels into a new definition of living, for the meaning of life and death as a pair is misleading. In most conversations about spirit suicide, the two are equated as a yin-yang duality. But ultimately, what we’re really speaking about isn’t that at all. ‘Life’ doesn’t mutually arise with ‘death’. This is a false soul choice.

How do you break attention from the hard-packed soil our boots walk upon? If we decide to strut in front of a stampeding cattle, we’re not surprised at those who guffaw at our ‘stupidity’.

They sit around the campfire, sunburn lips and smirking wrinkles, relating how we were squished like prairie ragdolls. From horseback, the twisted trampling bring the shaking of heads. But we know… one boot firmly attached brings you back to ride, two loose empty ones and you’re free as grassland wind.

Are you a dream of another, creating souls as you dream?

In our RV asleep and dreaming, our souls create worlds and son days that ‘exist’ for as long as we slumber. Those characters and lives have self-awareness for the period that we’re gods… gods that live in shiny aluminum trailers.

We lookup at our ‘creator’, and some want to be just like it. Snuggling soundly in the finest of roadway domiciles, these are ‘dreams’ creating eddies that dream as well. They dreams in all directions, Airstreams within Airstreams. They indeed are… at least until we wake up.

Our small-selves are sigils within sigils within sigils, fractal-like dreams floating in time, at the behest of their creator which is stuck in time as well.

Just when does our creator wake up, and ‘we’ cease to dream?

And what happens when our creator careens off the side of the road?

Embrace your Airstream Soul...

The more sovereign your vantage, the clearer the two are aspects of the same 'thing', 'event', and 'perception'. No matter how much whining & whimpering you do, the appearance of 'the law of cause & effect' is due to your conscious proximity to the fractal.

Learn the true nature of perceptive fractals from dogs such as these!

Scratch your way into X'Tzu's Zoo, and scamper above the painting of the Absolute.

2 be-ing or not 2 bean… is that really the question?

Knock one back and examine the double shot of thought and ego in 'The Bar'.

To be or not to be is a question only asked by crosseyed folks.

To be-ing or not to be-ing is the drunk narrative mirroring the intoxicated choices of existence and non-existence.

A be-ing always has ego, and ego can never totally be removed by any process that uses thought. Why? Because thought is a double shot, poured by the distinctions reflected by ego, and usually enhanced with each additional cocktail.

The words and concepts spelled ‘infinite’ and ‘finite’ are distractions and spells, created by Wills for cheap self-entertainment.

When cinema flicks produced by Wills are forgotten to be as passing as a weed filled drive-in theatre, then the cheap twins of infinity and finity are seen as the basis to judge all else by… which is like thinking theatre popcorn is steak, soda is wine, and low budget movies are a grand play.

Ignore your compulsion and drive into the ‘Theatre’.