Chase The Stars, Taste The Stars

A certain man went to his friend's house at 3 am and knocked loudly at the door, saying: "Open up, there is a friend of mine coming to see me very early in the morning, and I have no bread to give him. Can you give me some?"

And the householder still on the edge of sleep, was annoyed and grumbling, said, "Go away. My servants are all sleeping and I have no bread to give you."

Yet nevertheless, because his friend had asked him, he roused himself and gave the man of his bread despite the hour.

God this is frivolous...

It's always an untimely hour where the citizens of that place are in a truly advanced group and have a great deal of wealth and technology.

Those who are free to do their own thing, are always and forever about doing precisely that - their own thing; which is always a matter of pleasure.

Yet at the same you are their friend, but why are you their friend?

You're not their slave because a slave cannot demand something from its master.

Because you are a palette on which artists draw...

The palette is the good artist's friend.

And the good artist never blames his tools.

Earlier this morning I listened to a sixty-plus fairly good-looking woman speaking about her experiences in New York, dating at her age. I would myself usually place the word dating in inverted commas, like thus - 'dating.'

'Dating' is an Americanism and comes from a wholly misguided sense of what human relating is about. It -  this misguided idea - is mechanistic.

And it is nonsensical.

Breaking eggs, separating the whites from the
yellow, frothing up the whites with cream,
chopping the chives, melting the cheese - 
cutting the mustard. Wa? What mustard?
There is no mustard.
I know. I know.
I know that.

Humans pretend, on account of their biochemistry that they are mechanical in the sense that molecular chemistry is a form of mechanical actions and reactions based on valences and bonds and other applicable things.

The problem with energetic systems in a bounded mechanical frame-work is - they always all end up dead.

LOL

To truly come to life, and to live in truth and in extended reality outside of the permanently 'bounded set,' you have to let the artist go to work.

As in 'let,' though.

That's the thing that makes everything significant - it is your own intelligent personal consciousness freed but from the propaganda and mind-controls of dead puppeteers from the past.

An experience that there are super-intelligent beings 'out there' only gives you the added impetus to get serious. You should be able to get serious all by yourself on your own though.

I'm not far off finalizing the explanation of what the process path is in today's modern world, having taken at least some of the details (I'm only saying that because he is indeed making things much safer for people like me to talk about them publicly at all) from out of the dark mixture that is being poured out by Ammon Hillman, and extracting them and cleaning them off...!