All things in every ocean, including walled-off smashing waves and perfectly formed tube breaks are windows that observers can peer through.

Although it’s the observation from the vantage of time that creates every rumbling whitewash, it’s also the white caps, whirlpools, and tsunamis which allow the observer to perceive. For perception only occurs where there are distinctive oceanic events.

When you are completely present, gratitude no longer exists. Yet, giving thanks helps you get present.

A wave doesn't thank the ocean.

A flower doesn't thank the stem.

The earth doesn't thank the sun.

But appreciating them all gets you in the 'now'.

Can you consider occasions where there’s a unreasonable expectation of gratitude?

What would happen if you walked outside the 'carnival' to view what your dog sees?

Holding ground before a stampeding herd of cattle is sure to get your miserableness trampled.

These bovine beasts have one goal, survival of their body.

They’ll never open their ears until they’ve fallen off the cliff. They’re mechanical. You can hear their gears as they charge past, hearing them claim their circuits are too simple for such things.

Eager to disassemble consideration, they’re unwilling to add more cogs than prior decisions allow. They remain automated, as it’s easier to be spiritually defective while cattle calling truth and reveling in ignorance.

Separate birth and death to show your soul’s temporal nature.

Early one morning, I stepped outside my trailer, convincing those parked nearby to go on a road trip, or at least… that was the word in the RV Park. At the time, I gave my word and the word was with me.

Quite pleased with myself, I then drove my Airstream Eastward, while light filled the eyes of the drivers in line. Rays streamed around the shell of my Airstream from the sun ahead, and the sound of my words being broadcast on the CB radio vibrated with an energy that glowed in every color in the Tequila Sunrise. The radiance from the horizon was the light of the world I created, so that all who caravan’d behind me believed their R.V’s were solid.

‘Surely, only where light was found could there be promise, hope, and new experiences’ we thought.

But as I drove, the vibration of the road filled my body. Soon, a vision of clarity sideswiped…

‘All we ever saw were silhouettes.’

Understand?

Truly, your trailer needs a rig to pull it, like birth needs death. Disconnect the two and your temporal soul becomes clear.

Drive into Airstream Tao

Engagement with illusion creates soul births.

Did your parents engagement with the illusion create their children?

Did their focus on duality, along with passion to make duality seem like singularity create the rift where another ‘soul’ was born? And is this ‘soul’ another aspect of the falsely universal expression, who thinking themselves separate, perpetuates the dream, the solid ghost, the specter of matter and its reciprocating partner called energy.

You share the soul, to varying degrees, of that which you’ve manifested. In essence, although all is connected, some is connected more.

The soul you share is more or less bondage or freedom.

The soul you perpetuate has no guilt, for it’s ‘you’ not remembering what you did, wearing different cloths, and expressing a different personality.

Something a crow squawked at me…

Every will that flies after complexity, technology, or anything roosting in duality becomes increasingly arrogant that it’s found ‘god’. When it’s certain it’s on the right branch, it takes eons to come back… if ever.

In this tree, they only find a dualistic god, and that’s where many of the two legged ones have built their tree house. A clothed one with no interest in the root essence of how they perceive is an arrogant creature, ignore-ant of the germination of all information, thought and belief.

In pursuit of becoming non-sentient, they fall onto the ground and are absorbed into the nothingness they came from.

Whatever their choice, the animals continue to play.

I drink mescal ‘till the gusano hits my lips, then in drunkenness holler about coincidences. The next day, head pounding, it’s damn clear events from worms burrowing to wormholes have Will’s grin.

Would you like to learn how to navigate the giant racketeering mousetrap game?

The system is a giant racketeering mousetrap game. But… it is what it is. It will always be, and its better to know what you’re dealing with. And whatever the educators, companies, academics, politicians, clergy, flock, and scientists say… they too are in on it, vested in it, or willfully ignore-ant of it. They ride the proceeds of the great contraption. Point it out and you’re the bad guy.

When salary, ego, and social acceptance is at stake, it behooves one to not understand - ever.

So where do we go from here?

After all, this is a playground, and there are those that cheat at hopscotch.

With all this, still… real emancipation realizes the game, gets the relative perspective wired, becomes actualized, chooses their thoughts and emotions, masters the ego, then makes a foray into the world with a smile.

Unlearn and master system tao.

When you realize you're watching a movie, look around...

You're not the only one in the theatre.

Meet the 'producers' and the 'audience' at the video.

Once you’ve come to terms with 'no future or past'... and there's only a 'here & now', then the present can be viewed as a fractal projector.

'Now', in the present is where all creation originates.

Grab a popcorn and saunter into the 'Theatre’ to contemplate what you've been producing, how you perceive, and where your true spirit resides.

Oceans come and go, just like souls…

The ‘law’ of attraction is more like a current, as fleeting as the rapids of now dry river beds.

As the soul swims in the waterpark of duality, it chooses to go with or against the current of other Wills water flow. It’s choice is eventually washed away in the time itself creates.

Rivers, currents, and laws are just like oceans and souls - they come and go at whim.

Spirit is where attraction ceases, and the ocean canvas evaporates.

Only attentions’ focus creates the seas of sub-realities amusement attractions.