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I was going into the idea of truth once again and how we can make anything truth by just hypnotizing yourself with belief. It is kind of frustrating that we can’t just have absolute truths we can hang our hat on however I realized that’s what makes the game fun. We live in a universe that is a myriad of patterns of energy we objectify through our senses. We desired these senses so we could use our consciousness to perceive exactly what it is we exist within and subsequently self-reflect. Within our limited senses, we then discover and shape the findings into what we want to manifest. We seem to be capable of transforming energy into whatever we collectively put our minds' towards. I usually think of a washing machine at this point. I mean what drudgery it must have been in the old days to truck heaps of clothes on down to the river in the cold weather to wash your soiled wares.

Can you ever find objective truth? Only in something static like death, or a memory, can you ever find truth. This is because everything, which is energy, is on the move and forever changing. The memory that has stopped transforming has no more tentacles which may alter its remembrance unless we convince ourselves otherwise. How do you define truth on a rollercoaster? That is the beauty of this whole setup we call existence. To reference truth is to take a snapshot in time and assign truth to a memory. Objectification is clinging and desperation to hold on to what we have instead of embracing what may come. We objectify because we are desperate to find lasting meaning to this dream. Our physics is a grasping at trying to find the object at the centre of the universe which makes this all work. We measure and reduce; our measurements being accepted as objective though at their base they are objective by consensus. We bring about order and structure through measurement; though the units of measure are arbitrary and ultimately derived from chaos. Ultimately, to objectify is to lead one towards death. By creating a noun out of an eternal process of change is to turn it to stone. The genius of the eternal is to be in constant motion and transformation. The enemy called death is forever thwarted. Nouns makes us fear death. Ah grasshopper, you are an ever-transforming process moving on from one adventure to the next. Cultural indoctrination points us towards fearing death through identification with the body. Attachment, in this case, causing suffering. Let it go.

Belief is given credence through the power of intention. Desire creates the universe, creates the change, creates the suffering, and creates the destruction. Desire enables the cycle. This world is the result of desire and wanting this experience. Duality is experienced through desire. Eros travels upon the waves of eternity, sailing into and beyond the ports of life and death, light and dark, pleasure and pain. Energy is the transformational magic we seek and we can make it do anything we wish through belief and intention. Our world is a testament to the assertion. Eventually, instead of desiring and searching out knowledge, you become knowledge. Accessing the frequency of knowledge merges into becoming knowledge when you change your vibration.

To know you exist, you need an echo. A system of feedback. So, the clever invention of time which acts as a resonator. Time echoes so that you know you exist; thus, I am. We invent time and subsequently worry it is running out on us. The illusion is time. Time is a confidence game. You need motion to define time. Time is a plotted graph point on an undulating pattern of energy which is complete and timeless. Vibration is all there is. Everything has already happened; we are just defining moments through our peculiar ability to be able to perceive change. We are champions of objectification and therefore can live in duality which gives rise to the discernment of a passage of time. You might say then that we don’t have free will or basic freedom if everything has already happened. Paradoxically we do, though granted it is an illusion and one we can’t escape from. Try it out. Touch your nose at your own accord. Your actions might be baked into the singularity but you are shielded from it. The watercourse flows on. You can try to swim against the current but regardless it carries you along.