Playgroundia

Some smaller-selves believe that we’re souls that have been tricked here. When you know you’re in a playground - this belief disappears.

Without knowing that you’re on a playground swing, we see a ‘reality’ where ‘nothing is real’. It’s accompanied by a dreadful feeling that we’re stuck in the hypnotic trance of all we do.

Without feeling our hands on the merry-go-round, we think we dream, when in fact, our small self is dream.

Without seeing the hopscotch squares beneath our feet we think the dualistic world is solid and singular, and then call it an ‘illusion’.

Without knowing we’re on a slide, we compare the experience to a ‘hologram’, never considering it takes an illusory ‘solid’ thing to create that very 3-dimensional picture (just another level of illusion).

Without understanding we’re swinging on monkey bars, we think the world is billions of years old, when time only exists in our ‘head’.

Without seeing our image in playground puddles, we are convinced that man and woman is forever, when in fact man and women are reflections.

While experiencing the sensation of being in a celestial sphere/jungle gym, we believe in space and wonder, and all its illusory-like awe.

By choice, you’ve walked up the steps and through the first glass paneled door. You turn left and your forehead kisses the mirror. You move right and see yourself somewhere ahead. In this place of many mirrors and windows, duality, by its own rules must eventually cancel its reflection out. And every subset of duality, placed within the infinite temporal mirrors that reflect themselves, is replicated to no end.

Creation and time are funhouse reflections of each other. When one mirror breaks, the duality within that subset is reflected by the mirror behind it. Once this occurs, a new ‘cyclical’ duality is created.

In essence, all timeless perspectives know that this smaller world will ‘always’ be (it’s eternal and resides in time).

The duality of the temporal funhouse is never balanced because the fair is constantly on the move. Mirrors flash back and forth until taken apart and placed in the box truck.

Then once again, the event appears. You can choose to walk up to that glass paneled door again… or not.

Do you want to navigate where singularity is complete, and needs not perception? From up here, we can see that the ‘perceptive down there’ can rarely comprehend it’s inside 'a carnival'. At altitude, once the landscape’s a distant view, you can become one with it, watching your ego drift below as you navigate choice in any direction.

Embrace the fractal realization, tame the ego, and reframe duality with oneness.

You should know that eternity exists in time, and is NOT what you want.

Strive for the ever-present, pop open a beer and come with me on a new ride.

Discover your destination. It’s just a moment of timelessness that our journey’s are mapped. Because here in our Airstream, time is a form, just like anything else in the temporal landscape. Where the fullness of time is constantly presenting itself as if it’s not a filter, it’s difficult to see beyond the road your driving.

Strip your filters and wash your windows to see clearly. Perception and choice await.

Not to say we don’t share intoxicated imagination… but a perfect pour and an imperfect pour are just drinking buddies that slur speech together.

Yep, There's no such thing as 'Perfection'.

The more ego-wasted we get, the more the party foul of 'belief in perfection' reflects its ugly cousin 'imperfection'.

Could it be that the key to understanding perfection can be found in divebars?

At your leisure, free yourself from the suggestion of 'salvation'.

Salvation has no deadline when you’re outside of time.

Here, in the here & now, the present... becoming aware has no final cutoff.

Come face to face with how prophesies are temporal distractions meant to be self-fulfilling instructions to your conscious and subconscious.

According to legend, there was this badass cowboy named The Angel of Light. This dude had chaps made of radioactive illumination, a glowing scarf, blinding boots, a belt of lightning, and a shining rainbow leather vest.

Here's a little something about the angle of light being seen from a new ‘angle’...

Listen to how the sound of the hooves create the subjective appearance of light.

Enjoy the Tao of Light

Do you want to know what 'enlightenment' really is? Radiance comes from 'within'. It is desire dressed as ‘energy’, reflecting off objects & souls into other souls to 'illuminate and enlighten'. It flows into other souls and 'in-forms', while reflecting into your souls eye to reinforce your ego’s small ‘i’.

Loneliness is the ego that thinks its dancing by itself.

The higher-self is the nebula that binds all playground spheres.