She popped like a tick to flame. disgusting really. She was figuring out this was a dream the I/We made up in our belief we had actually separated from God/Us/I.
You see, we really do think we're here. But we never left There. We're dreaming and no matter how hard we follow the rules of how to get along in the cyclical nature of our "so called lives", we will never reach any enlightenment other than that that belongs to our dreams.
Dreams have skin like the inside of balloons. They stretch but they never let you go.
Take another hit and think about it.
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