Afterlife's not as important as suspected. Reincarnation by choice occurs when god’s turned inward.

Are you one of the billion and billions of birds picking at stones? If so, one day you'll find reincarnation is by choice.

When you land on the beach this time, it's your decision whether reincarnation is to be washed away by the tide. God turned inward brings the ability to uncover the final rock.

Swoop into Stork Tao at X'Tzu's Zoo.

“Gulls, curlews, and terns believe they were placed on the beach by the ever-gracious and almighty Bennu Stork. Poking around, they find bottle caps, rocks, broken shells, and cigarette butts that seem ‘real’, but fail to see the riptide pulling it all back into the sea.”

Each stone symbolizes a soul. They roll about the beach, are covered up, ground down and formed into other stones to ‘experience’ and ‘be experienced’ throughout perceived ‘history’.

“They look through their beady eyes (which are not their own), and imagine the godlike stork that delivered them, unaware it was only for its satisfaction – which is good enough.”

“They look with haughty beak and squabble that the Great Bennu Stork loves them.

All they see and hear is the beauty of ‘the Great Storks creation’... when in actuality, the sensations occur nowhere but in their sandcrab-sized ‘brain’.”

The desire for a ‘greater’ creator god is similar to the feeling a stone gets when it thinks it’s separate from the earth it sits upon.

‘Creator gods’ are stones that look like the ‘earth’. Their story is the same… with the only difference being the ocean they bathe in is the one of space and gravity.

“Whatever this ‘stilt-legged omnipotent one’ was, or is, surely didn’t want to have the relationship these puny birds imagine, for their small stature and sole function was never anything more than to be an actor in the great preening game that the ‘Great Stork’ plays with itself.”

“For all their dreams, there is no worthwhile returning reincarnation a gull should experience, no valuable afterlife a willet need to live, nor a single ‘special egret’ so important so as to be turned into a glowing crowned flapper, nor a curlew whose beak was ever curved enough, or one endangered lease tern that had any true separation.”

In this image you have the fortune of seeing a pile of very ‘special’ beach stones. Some say the brown ones are sacred, others the black, and others…

Distinctive edges and colors make it clear that an individual rock is very very unique! /sarc

“Most the animals seen frolicking upon the beach, whether ‘real’ or not, are but blurred wing distinctions in search of greater illusory self.”

“Ah…. billions and billions of birds pecking at stones.”

Which one are you? Can you find your ‘small-self’? NOTE: You don’t have to be stoned to figure this one out.

Roll into the Alchemy Lounge