It’s part of my mind, or body, or thereabouts.
It’s why dreams (and supposedly the afterlife) invariably involve time, space, people etc.
Raw reality is made of vibes or poetry. A song without words. Then the translator adds the words.
It’s part of my mind, or body, or thereabouts.
It’s why dreams (and supposedly the afterlife) invariably involve time, space, people etc.
Raw reality is made of vibes or poetry. A song without words. Then the translator adds the words.
You have no news, just like everyone else.
No, space daddy told me via ancient text that’s been translated multiple times that there’s nothing waiting on the other side.
A common mistranslation.
When Abraham asked what happens on the other side, God said “…uhh, nothing?” Which implies that it’s a bitchin’ party that Abe wasn’t invited to.