Todos is not just a dog in the Wizard of Oz
Todos lingua is constructed on lies and unexamined assumptions (like thinking that mi chonies have ever been washed).
Todos distinctions are fake.
Todos means ‘ALL’ for you gringos (besides you whiteys days are numbered, soon we’ll all look like Mexicans!)
Todos time and space is the product of imagination.
Todos duality is false. Anti-cross and cross!
Todos science, religion, logic, reason are 3D glasses.
Yo amo mi mundo!
Esta bien! Illusions upon illusions, the way I like it, mi gusta. The observer creates, and steps onto the other side of the prism while convincing itself that its own creacion is real.
¿Cómo sucedió esto? How did this happen? Am I just some super buff ass kicking beaner playing a game with the world? Even Luchadors can tell the truth, so comprende… the more real the ‘physical world’ becomes, the more fallen the audience has become.
We love the palabra, the word ‘creation’. This lie of a word must remain at el corazon de TODOS nuestras religiones! The deeper into the belief that the ‘creation’ (you must believe that ‘time’ exists for the word ‘creation’ to exist), is bueno o malo, good or bad, the further the audience is from the source, and mucho mas steps away from the exit door.
What observer would do this to themselves? Not all, but many. Some are created to have difficulty ever extracting themselves. Atascado en el barro They are in essence, batteries for those of higher delusion. Y mi, I’m that battery recharger!
The more real and solid the things become (like mi muscles), and the less ‘humanity’ realizes their complicity that lays within their interpretación subjetiva, the more distant y dificil it is to return.
Y escucha… a person may say the spirit world is out ‘there’, but that’s our audience at the nachos stand trying to act religious while they stand next to the pedaphile priest, as they remain willfully lost. They’ve forgotten it was their will that got them here, y me gusta esa confusión. The statement is an announcement of our audiences near impossibility to get up from their knees, where they need to be. If you’re wondering mi estudiantes, you just might be where you didn’t want to consider yourself as being! I wouldn’t ell you anyways. Todos the dog, and all physical beauty and ugliness, belleza y la fealdad, as interpreted subjectively for the observer to experience exists ONLY in the brain ‘prism’. Es verdad! The beauty y ugliness duality, its bedroom and locker room senses, its solidity and unquestioned sense y feeling exists nowhere but in the perspective of the prism. Still, the ‘reality’ and ’surety’ of these potentes sensaciones are so fuerte that the observer, even an observer who knows how the sensations are created are seduced by the programming (genéticos, culturales y psicológicos).
To be a master manipulator, we must prevent the audience from escaping the ‘vibratory transitory illusion mode’ (antes de subjective interpretation y artificial/convenience based distinciónes), and place our foot on the cabesas of any observers, the real ‘them’, so as to stomp awareness, and slay their perspective before they can earnestly ask…
‘How do I stop creating?’ or…
‘How do I ensure that I am not consumed by my own creation?’ or…
‘If it was not our (second to last illusion) partitioned ‘observer-self asking how and why, then what superior ‘creating’ force, or group of forces (consciousness) have decided to pull us out of our bliss and into this unreal, striking, sensory overloaded temporal reality?’ or…
‘How can one know this and not escape?’ or…
‘How is it that it continues, even at this moment?’
I will tell you… Te diré… in my next post, ‘The Fallen Angel is Us’