Dreaming Or Awake, We Perceive

Therefore, As Always, Make Of This Voice What You Choose To Make Of It. Make Of Me What You Choose To Make Of Me, But Recognize Within Yourselves The Vitality Of Your Being. And Look To No Man Or No Idea Or No Woman Or No Dogma, But The Vitality Of Your Own Being, And Trust It. And That Which Offends Your Soul, Turn Away From, But Trust Yourself.

What Magicians We Are, Turning Darkness Into Light, Transforming Invisible Atoms Into Dazzling Theater Of The World, Pulling Objects, (people As Well As Rabbits) Out Of Secret Microscopic Closets, Turning Winter Into Summer, Making A Palmful Of Moments Disappear Through Time's Trap Door. We Learned The Methods So Long Ago That They're Unconscious, And We've Hypnotized Ourselves Into Believing That We're The Audience, So I Wonder Where We Served Our Apprenticeship. Under What Master Magicians Did We Learn To Form Reality So Smoothly That We Forgot To Tell Ourselves The Secret?

The Basis And Firm Groundwork Of The Material, And Its Primary Contribution, Lies In The Concept That Consciousness Itself Indeed Creates Matter, That Consciousness Is Not Imprisoned By Matter But Forms It, And That Consciousness Is Not Limited Or Bound By Time Or Space; Time And Space In Your Terms Being Necessary Distortions, Or Adopted Conditions, Forming A Strata For Physical Existence.

Within Your Physical Atoms The Origins Of All Consciousness Still Sings.

The Self...can Split Off From Itself Without Being Less. You Are Not A Mini Self, An Adjunct To Some Super-being, Never To Share Fully In Its Reality... You Are That Superself Looking Out Through Only One Eye, Or Using Just One Finger.