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Skeleton keys, lucid dreams, visions of you moving in and out of scenes. Perpetual wonder, “What the fuck does it mean?”. An REM cocktail mixed with an apocalyptic theme.
The Real You by Alan Watts "If you’re ready to wake up, you’re going to wake up and if you’re not ready, you’re going to stay pretending that you're just “poor little me”. And since you're all here and engaged in this sort of inquiry and listening to this sort of lecture, I assume that you’re all... Continue Reading →