We call it being high. Losing the sense of bodies, space, and time. It’s when all the karmic melodramas are arranged, played out and dissolved in quick successions. Like in the eye of a hurricane. The hurricane that engulfs the entire world of our dreams, the world that defines our reality, and squeezes it into a tiny dot.
It is in that very dot. The huge, all encompassing, all engulfing darkness. The darkness that consumes us all. It is in that darkness that the creator resides. He sits there smiling, writing our scripts, arranging beats that make our lives thump, painting the richly coloured visuals that we so gladly see.
Welcome. This is the creator's zone... and you are in command.
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