The Bar - Napkin Jottings — Twin Inferno I Playground for Taoists, Mastery, and Sovereignty

Dancing karma's old folk myopathy. ‘Spiritual’ cultural appropriation, cause & effectless karma terms.

Cultural appropriation is alive and well in the transformational industry.

Dance floor geezers need to chill, and step away from their attachment to the matshavernacularasha spillin’ from their lips.

Could it be that the key to freeing yourself from ‘concerns of future’ lies in the present moment of dive bars?

In movie town dive bars the key to the future is revealed.

Only the present exists, no matter how you banter, get in a tizzy, and look at your reflection in shiny mule mugs.

Drink to the ever-present!

Just when did purpose and time get married? Life needs no purpose.

True choice means you can create your own purpose, or not. Come on in to 'The Bar', and repeat after me...

“Whether I wear Aviators, Thick Rimmed, Cat-eye, or Clubmaster browlines, I’m the creator of purpose. Purpose does not have to come solely from a ‘higher external source’. My smaller ego-self and my larger ever-present self design reasons for experiencing greater value within our temporal playground. My heart is quiet now, knowing that life needs no purpose.”

I'll meet you at the far corner of the bar.

We are not in a place… but a perception. Let’s talk about the cocktails of good n’ evil. How duality creates perception.

In duality’s saloon, if you’re going to fight for anything, make sure it’s outside the good v. evil paradigm.

Belly up to 'The Bar' and have a few...

Without being present, twin flame realities can never ignite. Perceptions’ relation to intent.

Perception only goes to dance halls to pick up those wanting to take a swirl.

You can never find your twin flame until you’ve embraced the twin inferno.

Time is always a component of duality that dances and sways in the observers act of perception. And perception only goes to dance clubs that allow for it to watch individuals swirl around each other.

Perception hates to dance by itself, and refuses to stand in the corner of the room.

Hangliding for Pearls - How Language is a Control System

Down in the bar, a few patrons are busy discussing how the big screen seems to be telling them what to think… after all, it’s not called ‘programming’ for nothing.

A quick allegory regarding programming, conditioning, and how language is used as a large part of the control system in creating confines for your brains thought and beliefs.

That which comes and goes only appears to be different. drunkards of time and space believe things change.

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Would You Need a Whisky if You Discovered 'Enlightenment' Wasn’t What it Seemed?

Hmmm, here in the bar, your soul discovers that 'light' only makes you ‘feel’ enlightened.

Why so obstinate? Is it because you’re about to find what you’ve been hiding under the barstool?

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Confusion as a tool of manipulation. How the control system operates.

Which government, religion, or transformational speaker is asking you to guess the length of a hotdog by what it sounds like?

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'To be or not to be'. How ego and thought relate.

To be or not to be is a question only asked by crosseyed folks.

To be-ing or not to be-ing is the drunk narrative mirroring the intoxicated choices of existence and non-existence.

There are no strange coincidences when you drink Mescal. Incredible soul choices.

I drink mescal ‘till the gusano hits my lips, then in drunkenness holler about coincidences. The next day, head pounding, it’s damn clear events from worms burrowing to wormholes have Will’s grin.

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Key to understanding perfection. A perfect pour and an imperfect pour are drinking buddies.

Not to say we don’t share intoxicated imagination… but a perfect pour and an imperfect pour are just drinking buddies that slur speech together.

How to steal a soul. When a soul forgets what it is, it ends up in permanent time.

A carnival beer garden is the ornate bottle where partying souls become trapped.

What is spiritual? Whisky or ghost spirits? In your spiritual belief system, which has higher proof?

Pour yourself a whisky shot, slam it down and contemplate why a spirit might be called a ‘spirit’.

What is a spirit? Who’s the ‘spirit’? Come on, that’s the spirit.