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Liberation of the Masses

12/29/2014

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Peerless he stood before the masses, a symbol of infinite peace.

“Behold greatness, it is I, not I the shape of man you see before you but the infinitude expressed in its ever present glory. Behold and weep, your sorrows flowing outward like expunged excrement from your dirty pores and cleansed in the eternal Sun of God.”

The masses wept at the word.

“Empty your chests of all burdens of misery and leave no physical attachment to objects of perception! They are as to reality as a reflection is! Your mirrors have been dirtied by the sands of time. Put aside your thought of what is and behold, behold what is! What always has been!”

There were shrieks and cries, not of pain but of pure elation. The crowd merged into one. Separation was lost in the breeze of liberation.

“Undo your chains, and cast them aside – they are no longer needed, as you are not a danger to yourself. The delusions now cast aside can be seen for what they were, an elaborate theatre!”

And the crowd danced, and they sang.



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