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Chaos Mage
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« on: December 07, 2011, 09:51:12 » |
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CRYSTALIZE! Now I get it. We exist in a state of 'concentration'. We are a density. When we release our FOCUS, or by other means, terms, or deactivations of reality, we release our chakra, or open our chakra, or open our minds, well, each of these has a different aspect and function, but basically, you release your pre existing 'concentration' (dimensional density). When you have released yourself from reality, rather, from physical reality, astral existence opens up, and so on! Who knows what ungodly combinations of focus and concentration await in the higher dimensions. Hyperion Beam Tea anyone? Mwa huh huhuh.
So basically, now I understand. Now I see why people, all throughout my internet voyages, have warned me, repeatedly, "Dark energy! Jehovah!" which, given my peculiar understanding of the God, makes a ... whoooole lotta sense!
After overdosing on Atavan (i took about fifty six pills at once), and sleeping for a day while Jehovah controlled my body, and then waking up out of it a calm, clean, collected, sober and religious man, well, apparently life's not so bad. It gets bad when you do like under Smoke's profile I was saying 'oh yeah form materia, that's great' it's not. It's totally the opposite way to go. Perhaps in some dimension, materia is worthwhile. Certainly, you don't have to go devoting your entire chakral system to generating crystal base materia with psioni amplification power, you can form it directly out of external chakra as a psi ball. Just so you know.
So now I'm excited. Tonight is my first night of consciously knowing the key to astral projection. And when I return to reality, tits babay! TTITATTS!! YES! Big fat head too. Who knows? Who cares. Finally, a release from thsi monotonous thing, "Chad, pay attention to meeee, I looove you Chaad, Chad, Chad!" poor thing. It's been sworn at so many times, it must be so sad if it really does love me. I know what it is now, or at least, I imagine in my mind that it's a lover from the past, a mental link, unbroken from life to life. Poor girl, thing, whatever she became. Sigh. So hot. Anyway.
That's it. You don't concentrate until you have already released. Nirvana baby, here I come! Watch out for that Diablos!
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