"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go 

from here?"

"That depends a good deal 

on where you want to get to," 

said the Cat.

"I don't much care 

where-" said Alice.

"Then it doesn't matter which 

way you go," said the Cat.

"   so long as I get somewhere,"

Alice added as an explanation.

"Oh, you're sure to do that," 

said the Cat, "if you only walk long

 enough."

[16:18:57] Mantilla: 
"Thunder Perfect Mind"








... For I am the first and the last.

I am the honored one and the scorned one.

I am the wife and the virgin.

I am the mother and the daughter.

I am the silence that is incomprehensible

and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.

I am the voice whose sound is manifold

and the word whose appearance is multiple.

I am the utterance of my name.

For I am knowledge and ignorance.

I am shame and boldness.

I am shameless; I am ashamed.

I am strength and I am fear.

I am war and peace...

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain,
there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived,
their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world,
obscured as it was by great clouds.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows.
You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.





In time, the Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain,
and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty.
By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest.
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things,
and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain,
holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the monkey.
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep.
And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space.
There were no screams. There was no time.
The mountain called Monkey had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then, nothing.

Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for, or follow, a specific thing through out the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as you were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. It’s frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.

Every time you exhale, a little bit of your soul escapes. 

Luckily, you almost always inhale it back before anyone else gets to it. 

Almost.

Ever fogged up a mirror with your breath?

Don’t do that.

A 15-year old boy in a small town in Maryland sat down at his computer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on and logged into an instant messaging program, and was then surprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day. 

It consisted of two words; “please come”. Confused, the boy sent a reply, asking why he’d been absent that day. After two more messages and fifteen minutes with no response, he decided to get on his bike and head over to his classmate’s house. It was a short ride, only about five minutes away. 

When he got to the house, he found the door was unlocked. Inside, partially dried blood was splattered over the walls and floors, and an unrecognizable figure was crumpled against the far wall. It was missing an arm and a leg, and bloody streaks on the floor lead away from the body and into the kitchen. The boy slammed the door closed, and immediately called 911 on his cell phone. 

When the police arrived, they found three corpses, as well as tracks leading away from the house from the back door. The forensics report concluded that the entire family, the boy’s classmate and his parents, had been killed sometime the previous night.

NOW IMAGEINE FOR A SECOND

THAT JESUS EXISTED TODAY.

 

For real, I'm not joking. Just sit and imagine the quality of wisdom that Jesus would dispense which could be of great use to our misaligned modern society. He'd say "Hey you, don't lie on your taxes. That takes a little bit of money out of all of our pockets, and that really isn't cool." And you'd think to yourself "Hey, this Jesus fella is right on point. I'm gonna stop cheating on my taxes." Then Jesus would say "Hey guy, I see you eyeing that lady over there, I mean c'mon, you're a married man! Have some respect for your wife, she's still attractive." Then you'd reply "Jesus, I'm allowed to window shop so long as I don't touch! Mind your own business, okay? What do you know about women anyway? I don't remember reading anything about you even so much as holding a girl's hand, you stupid virgin." Feeling humiliated, Jesus slaps you in the face, and it becomes obvious to you that Jesus can't fight. Knowing this, you punch Jesus in the stomach and follow through with another punch to his jaw. Jesus let's out a whimper and collapses to the ground in tears spitting up blood. "YOU SEE JESUS?!? YOU SEE WHAT THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY HAS FOR YOU!!!" You scream at the top of your lungs. You're amazed at how easy it was for a mortal such as yourself to overtake someone of a supernatural pedigree. "I can't believe I just beat up Jesus! I can't wait to tell my friends..." But while standing triumphantly over this bleeding pile of parables you begin to feel shitty about this whole situation... "Uh... Jesus... you okay, man? I... I... I'm really sorry dude... I shouldn't have hit you so hard... my bad..." You apologetically offer Jesus your hand to help him up off the ground. Smiling, Jesus looks up and stares deeply into your eyes while extending his hand toward yours. Gazing into the eyes of Christ feels as if you are peering into eternity itself and at once you are at peace with the entirety of the universe. You begin to lose any semblance of individual consciousness as the great dual isms of Mind and Body, Matter and Spirit, and of Good and Evil melt away into a unity so complete, yet so fragile, that you dare not describe it, for no words exist that can properly convey such a profound level of spiritual awareness. You've read about this awareness in your books on Buddhism and in The Celestine Prophecy, but you never thought yourself capable of achieving it. It is while you're in this cosmic state of awareness that Jesus secretly collects dirt in his other hand and throws it into your eyes then punches you in the face. Jesus then transforms into a pigeon and flies away laughing, actually, he flies away cooing loudly, but you know the loud cooing is really laughing, because you fell for the old Jesus can't fight trick.