Tongue, Pulse & Guts! No Mid-Roll Ads! 60 Minute ASMR Sleep or Study Compilation. Relax Sans Crack.

Location Mechanicsburg, PA.

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Texting With Brent

(A is my text buddy... B is me)

A: Sometimes I think time isn't real. And sometimes I think timing is everything.

B: I've learned (or I guess "am learning" according to this theory) that time is dimensional. In a higher consciousness or different realm, all-time occurs simultaneously. And the linear progression that we experience is just one reality.

A: But I want to see the journey of all the alternative timelines of all my selves.

B: You will. You'll see all the journeys of all peoples of all time... all in one instant. Bc the separation through identity is an illusion of this reality. It's all one soul. A Sole being. Split into many different perceptions. Like the cells of a body... they exist in separation and togetherness. They have different names, different functions just like us. They recognize and cooperate with one another. But they have no conscious perception of the organism they make as a whole. They don't know who you are. We are cells of one being. This is also why Time Travel is possible. You just have to invert Time-Space into Space-Time. Where in this reality (Time-Space) time is constant and we can move through the dimensions of space. But inverting into Space-Time does the opposite. Making space constant (everyone frozen) while someone can move through the dimension of time.

A: I'm standing in the sun. Feeling Onederful.

B: I was up at 4am. I opened my eyes and saw a spirit standing in my hallway. It was just like the little girl I saw during the ceremony in 2016. Definitely native. Part of me feels like it was the little girl that... according to a shaman who led me through a soul retrieval in 2018... who was a patient of mine in a past life. Apparently, I was a village healer, chased out of the village being stoned by an angry mob yelling "You let her die."

I followed her outside & I was pleasantly surprised by the night air. It was the perfect temperature. The moon was long set. I saw her twice that day, incidentally, dangling as a faint sliver in the sky. I peered across the yard and through to the Indian burial grounds. The energy density has decreased since last week. However, there was still psychopomp work to be done. I look up at the stars and say hello... and then I started singing a new Icaro!!!

I always get excited when a new medicine song gets downloaded from the ethers. I received a deep breath and at the pinnacle of the inhalation, a passing train blew its horn as it roared along the tracks close by. The train is always confirmation. Then I began performing some kind of Tai Chi form. I've studied various forms in the past, but this was new. I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing. So I just sang and danced with the stars and the train. The energy fog had moved towards the light and was gone. I went back in, yoga'd, and slept some more.

Side Note: I woke up at 8am to a phone call from my chiro friend. I walked into the kitchen where a cricket was stirring quite the racket. Even my friend could hear it through the phone.

"What the f* do they want? he asked abruptly mid-sentence in his usually boisterous tone.

I replied... "They want the f*." 

I rescued him, like I did the bird, like I did the souls...

Crickets btw, symbolize the singing of medicine songs

Back to the texts...

B: I was thinking about considering that there was a possibility... that I should explore if there was an inclination to examine whether or not a potential could be found, and in what percentage that I may have sentimental type feelings for someone...

A: The last person who broke my heart mentioned this once

B: No one has ever broken a heart. They simply introduce us to the thorn of love. And we allow it. Tots opportuns

A: I want the analysis

B: OK, but whose ysis?

A: What's wrong with you? Actually, I have poetry about that.

B: I've sipped on my whisky, an afternoon jaunt.
No punches are held.
Here's a tort.
Here's a taunt.

I never curse
unless the worst is a must
Confess your verse in my trust
Of the love you can't dust

(me saying... you're still in love with your ex)

Your heart hardened
Tarty and rotten

The swifts have flown coop
The martyrs buried in fowl soup

The ice creams melted
and unscoped

kind of like food
that's unpooped.

Did you even read my blog yesterday LOL
The words that I bled
That I dared not to stay
You've taken advantage of the situation
Now
Already... I bow
Out...
And goodbye
I'll try
To not cry...

A: Wait. What happened at the end?

B: I cried

A: Why?!

B: Oh. I asked first.
Tell tell, do tell. Don't fear my dear this unmagic spell.
Did my question escape your digestion?

A: Yes... I think?

5k

Tongue, Pulse & Guts! No Mid-Roll Ads! 60 Minute ASMR Sleep or Study Compilation. Relax Sans Crack.

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