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A DMT Poem - At the end of the rabbit hole

Qlippoth

Rising Star
Surrender now, let your ego fade,
Don’t chase the path, allow it to be made.
Keep your heartbeat soft and low,
Breathe, and let your spirit flow.

Release the doubts that cloud your soul,
Fear of death, the loss of control.
We all will face that shadowed door,
But you’re not alone, there’s something more.

A lifetime spent in disbelief,
Till the spirit smoke brought strange relief.
In the peak, a fear draws near,
Facing death, dissolving here.

And in that dark, a bliss will rise,
Rebirth beneath the endless skies.
A presence felt, both near and far,
Like watching eyes, a guiding star.

No past, no future, only now,
No choices to make, only respect to bow.
The feeling strange, yet somehow known,
And in that space, the truth is shown.

You’re not alone, no need to roam,
For everywhere and nowhere is home.
 
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it's the illusion of time which provides us choices
Choices that are formed in the illusion of space.

We are the creation of an illusion and an illusion of creation, in a space that isn't.

To create or to be created, that is the question for which there isn't. Therefore we seek and seek and seek, until we are. Not.
 
The machines elves are our schizophrenic alter ego's guiding us on the horizon of our existence, as we dissolve in the kaleidoscope of infintiy, we sense the light was with us all along
my favourite song to dance with them:
 
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