The title refers to how Imagination would still be a written destiny, if we don't learn to talk directly in the unconscious, from the moments when Life started to put us non-existent barriers with the egos that want us to keep on a known road, so instead, we should master Imagination to create the dream life from the unknown, making all egos be for the highest self.
A spiritual book that is the second part of the series of two books "Life or Imagination".
The journey of personal renaissance through a full spectrum of emotional states, of the change from Hell to Heaven state, the road between the inferior self and the superior self in order to be the one in love with Life.
In conclusion, the purpose of this book is to rediscover the power of being the authentic self, and the choice is to be true to thyself in the present moment, which can be traduced in being aware of the connection between thoughts and emotions, which directly communicate with reality in the scope of realizing the unlimited energy we have in Imagination to shape our Life.
The Imagination is Life or the Life is Imagination?
I pulverized myself into a multitude of particles and recovered in a millisecond, then my energy ran out and I had to recharge myself in full color by walking in the evenings with rapidly-sequencing portions of oxygen that set a rhythm which causes frequencies of integration into reality after a moment of timeless sight in this division.
A form of higher knowledge through which a perfection of characterization is expressed for a person in transcendental aspiration, being in otherworldly sensations realizing a learning of a projected moment for extracting an experience, self existing in the imagined inner world.
I became aware at some point of a multiple internal forces that sums up all that is created by me to keep me one, but in truth I sit crowned on a multi-colored crystal throne in the lie I am imprisoned in this very complex one, which aspires to the understanding of ordered chaos.
My character is raised to meet the desired one and it is placed on crystal values of pillars representing confidence, creativity and truth. I see thyself advanced in thought, I have passed through an abstract realm, uncomfortable through daggers stuck in hope, but death would mean this game is over, but also the waiting that was foreseen seemed inconceivable, so I gave in and thrown into the deep formed by ascension. Irony. I am locked in waiting and I live the darkest scenario with you, described exemplary of non-locality, but on the existing flow, I also receive the bliss of what happens in the my inner state that reflects in the outer state, created in the same time from a decision that turned into a certainty.
The understanding of the freedom that the mind has, it is the fragility of life since the most ancient times of mankind since the nameless religion is practiced which involves a revelation similar in paroxysm to that of an epiphany through psychedelic drinks that are present throughout history in all the ages.
Alienated I write and try to demonstrate a new division of the psyche, but it was not the same condition experienced by all my predecessors who came with stories, theorems, understandings from the darkness of the mind? All alienated from the ephemeral pleasure of creation or criticism that causes addiction and neuroses.
I love from just a few words, inner chills that are not just about sexual attraction, it's about sapiosexual pleasure, I write to find myself in my inner speech that contains the serenity of a creator, I drink from truth after another conversation with you, messages that it reveals to us how much we want each other and devouring silence in desire. Plasticized substance that I am, I'm melting in waiting for a verse from you, so we can continue in a style doomed to be originals, right? I leave it to be understood that my heart is wavering by understanding in love that opens the fear of mortality. I think of a new utopia to take me from the most prominent dystopia, ecstasy and madness to plasticity and incandescence.
I gave myself time off from contemplation, which I anesthetized with heightened visual pleasure. I would say a little temporal return to some things that no longer cause pleasure from the memory, the explanation would be that I have a different personality that I built in over time, the brain has other main neural circuits, and the body produces other feelings, broken of the initial trauma, the healing took place by going on this continuous change, now it's someone else, who I am by another existential deviation. Looking back, everything I gathered as information turned out to be an energetic brick that built a foundation for a mental fortress, first through the emergence of multiple perspectives of what was by chemical infusion, to the disintegration of the primordial self, to the fixation of what I currently represent through another external chemical support, an internal stillness succeeding an existential paroxysm through consecutive explosions of synchronicities, and today I sit in oblivion, how far I have come in what the essence of life means, I don't even fully understand at the moment, but will you know what it was? I can't categorize it as pleasure or fulfillment of any kind, just an agonizing wait for an imagined Heaven with you. Terror on a par with death, breathing in the void, and the possibility of the Quantum Universe. Lights and sounds, darkness and silence in which I plunged in parallel, but all I wanted was you, an apparition in the reality of a mind game, fragments of images start from my memory and I still cannot understand what happened, but that's not what would satisfy me honestly, now I might as well be with you, there's someone else here. I kept trying, I know it's not true, but the beauty of that skull is still a factor that leaves me pensive in the tendencies of desires.
Transcendental trace when it lights up in my memory from the gray matter in which it was created, a cold shiver touch me and my lens are bathed in a tear. It is a state of personal reality that does not challenge me to repeat the Whole itself again, but satisfies me that once achieved, it is always present within me, considering time simultaneously, thus the ultimate challenge unimaginable to the normal mind of an intelligent living one, has been touched for a few moments by coherent thoughts and feelings, that's how I got here, talking to you about introspection, could you have found us? Now when I least expected it? In the end, the idea of sharing thoughts with someone is also applied in the writing of a purely ideological monologue that happens here, but a personal dialogue and passionate sex is something else, this is how one life is lived to the fullest through a relationship, when you know that you understand that someone. In constant unconscious search for a mirrored energy to have an illusion of myself in yourself.
Deep in abstract with symmetry, the mind manifests a series of words through Divine inspiration, also exposed to psychedelic flowers and sacred geometric shapes. Mystical harmony observed externally, caused by the observed inner state, also supported by chemicals, but this time something prescribed, extraordinary lucidity through stabilization of feelings, concentration on the vital essential, neural excitation through points of visual, auditory, olfactory, gustatory, tactile perceptions and spiritual one. The senses that connect us to reality and the form beyond understanding through which the Creator communicates with us, sometimes disguised as silence in the self.
Decision-making clarity in dreams on a huge moral foundation, beyond the limits of the current popular current, not framed in good or bad, but only in the satisfaction of time in the normal and slow course of evolution. But the adrenaline rush of well-done delusions, hidden from any discerning foreign eye, it is a form of pleasure that must be tried to achieve the intention of the oldest ancestral sin imagined by mankind, breaking the only rule for the curiosity that intelligence exudes, the new conqueror of thoughts for unknown lust energy.
The chance to judge in quantum probability is what intrigues me, starting from the statement that says that reality is relative and the imagination is connected with imagination, the question is if all my variants realized the existence of the others and myself? If it is true, even the meeting of all is possible, but should it be in the time of now according to some dimensional break of rules that can only be broken by a mental change by alteration with new neural connections that see in this perspective of all possibilities.