Consciousness
shaped into a human being by cell, by breath, by soul, but limited by mind, the
intake of experience, and the overtures from methods we use with
great frequency to impress upon ourselves the insolation, isolation, and
separation we render as definitive means of our stature and purpose, that’s
what we are. We are cause-worthy in the diminutive sense as if separately
housed from each other. We feature the grandeur of audience perspectives and
the false connectivity that comes from common enemies superimposed into
nationality, race, gender, age, species, hobbies, viewpoints, illness,
residence, almost
anything polarizing and reductionistic yet symbolic that can reflect though not
state reptilian brain logic. Our version of consciousness is a mind-fill and
nominally referential. We aren’t actually connected to . . . much of anything
that we are aware of intimately. Yes,
there are people with green thumbs. There are people who claim to be:
intuitive, psychic, hocus-spiritual, possibly walk-ins, aliens, etc. but we are
clearly not party to that! Sure we have a curiosity, maybe
even a continued interest, might even know of someone who is more deeply
inclined, but we are not really there for that. We are just chasing the energy in
a curious manner from time to time. Sort of like vibes but still just topical. I
guess there are people who meet over
this kind of stuff and whacked out people who hire some
of these types for strange reasons. Yes, it’s out there. Maybe a different kind
of consciousness but certainly not mainstream or popular in that sense. So how
did we get to be or are, consciousness shaped into a human being by cell, by
breath, by soul? You tell me . . .
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