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You give healing meat its substance. You’re way out there, right in the slot of truth. I don’t think anyone understands this. You’re a miracle: nobody’s touched you; all the help you get. You really show people somethin’. Most people don’t know it’s there. They’re too based in ordinary. Okay we climb mountains, keep goin’, just press on. We’re goin’ somewhere. I hoped you a-l-w-a-y-s thought me u-g-l-y, you thought me friend. [this and above line heard sung in the voice of Don Williams to tune of "You're My Best Friend"] Our best teacher, we’re talkin’ soul. Ladies and gentlemen, Think Oil. You hear soldier. Oh man you don’t stink. You’re chasin’ a good one. Okay you got the preamble. I would like soul need determine time. I want to talk on the level of soul. Where do we bring this out? Is it evident anywhere? How do we talk about soul? Do we meet it with the divine? Where’s it goin’? Where’s it come from? How long it’s been? Does it explain us? What is about soul that makes its process? Does it rule time? Where can it be found? Is it perfect? Can we touch it? How does it find us? Is that all there is? How do you add it to the program? Can we say it’s substance? How big is it? Does it search us? What are its parameters? Can we get at it? Is it Black, or would all colors fit its lifestyle? Is it here among us? When does it die? Is it our only project? How did it get here? How do we communicate with it? Does it know us as the thing that does? Is it our true nature? Is this soul a concept or a divine? And we go round and round. The soul asks more questions than it answers, but we can look at it. Can you? It’s here. I think it’s from another planet. It’s put us on. That planet’s another sphere, the reality behind reality. We are its goalkeepers. We fumble ourselves all the time. We don’t know how to do it, take soul and measure up. It’s the substantial reality behind us. It’s put itself here. I think that’s phenomenal existence. The soul is a dome phenomenal existence fits inside. It was here first. I don’t think we cant touch it with our hands. It’s not the reality we see. It’s got our backing. Where do individual souls fall in? Let’s say they’re here. This is not pepper spray. You can help put ‘im on that things might get hurt. This is the ballpark. Hello soul— this is an individual flavor of existence. It’s got cans on it. They go through time. That’s the flavors it carries around. It’s expressing your life. See the flavors? All these tunes express our life to us. So many layers to the soul. It’s a great big getaway. There’s nothin’ else to it; it’s the ground of its own being. It represents us in time, and we are representative figures of this thing called soul. We express it everyday, and our body is its leeway. A deformity, an ugliness, awful, isn’t it? You’ve needed that to get along. If you look at the world as a container, that doesn’t fit. All things are expressive of soul, even the ugliness. The world touches you there like it’s probing you. Awful, isn’ it? Keep going. This expresses you, the dynamics of this life. You’re carrying that with you for an example set. You have to learn from this example. It’s so pressing, and it’s so physical. I think everybody knows I love little boys. How ugly is that? I am one case where the focus bounced off the movie. Sure enough he was. I came to souls in the room. They were everywhere. Try fucking a soul. They don’t want you to do that. You don’t abuse a soul. You just don’t. It’s the basis of reality. It’s got bigger than life. There’s no abuse possible. Are you expressing soul when you abuse somebody? You’ve stopped doing it a soul becomes visible. We are all relating souls. They transcend time. You cannot harm them. Violation is impossible. Life is a field for the soul to work out deities. The human soul is not divine. It’s something more fundamental. It’s the substance of deity. We don’t hinder it as it brings deity to the human room. It’s expressive of deity. It helps us put that on. That’s our purpose here. Can you see the soul bringing up life? This is the arisal of everything. The substance of soul has a field to play. It’s putting on itself in ever increasing rooms. I don’t think you can touch bottom of the soul’s play. Can you imagine infinities within infinities within infinities? And here we are in our room. So much accompanies us, so much to do. Where do we go with this? Towards the substance of soul. We layer ourselves. What has made it to the surface is a little play in time, this little portion of us we so mistakenly confuse with us. It has all of us behind. My God the soul, it’s there in the room the container of existence. Jerrycans of abuse, I was the orphanage. That’s our predicament here. We’re bastard children a mommy and a daddy have left behind. We can’t see our divine parents. Divine origins allude us. We only know we’re here getting spanked by time, clusterfucked. We don’t know how to stop abusing one another. We just don’t know how to help one another. This is a horrible place. It’s a prison house. It just sucks us, and time’s got its finger up our ass. Dry, lifeless orgasms is where life meets us. We are probed. I say again we are probed. Our greatest joy can turn to pain in the happenstance of death everywhere surprises us. We are dangerous keepers. We can’t trust anyone. Real amateurish your whole monstrous tirade. No, and I like it, but I’m waking up. The policy of monsters we are bring to ourselves. Are you really waking up? Jeremiah 19:9 the most monstrous of all. Do you know what? The city didn’t rush in to defend you. I’m curios to know why it didn’t. You’re a monster. They are making names to make sense of their city. It’s purple passion not heart attack. I had a hate here with wine. This is the poison we all drink, to be to ourselves our city is good. Now are you ready for Christmas? And here comes the soul. That’s what keeps us together, keeps us from falling apart. It’s music you hear on the radio when the world had just caved in, and you know that song's talking to you everything’s gonna be okay. It’s that sudden smile you get from some perfect stranger, and it’s like a kiss from Heaven because the rain has come. It’s your mommy’s warm hands washing your tender parts not wanting anything for herself, and you are seven or eight. It’s an ice cream truck comin’ round the corner, and you have just enough for a cone. It’s the great big beautiful sun shining down on you like you mean somethin’. It’s the breeze wiping the sweat off your face, and you have just run. It’s the lovely afternoon your family sang, and you will never forget those moments. It’s your father’s satisfied hands, and you’re his little boy in them wanting so to be like papa. I’ve embroidered soul where life keeps you, and it’s good. This is the backup plan. This is our special moment. This can ride the day if we lean forward and let the soul lead. It’s all about soul, the house of life. I’m afraid the depths you have to go to find that are deeper than the world. You hear that these are possible inner journeys. You go inside, consciously, thoroughly, until you reach soul. Did you know you can find it? A conscious arm you fall into it. I think unconsciously we arrive there often, else we would die I’m afraid cut off from soul. We have to come up for air. This world is a heavy dress. We take it off in moments sublime of dreamless sleep. I bet you didn’t know that noon. In raw material sleep we can find the drop off point of matter and soul dream larger than time. We have journeyed to the soul. It’s not a substance material make. It’s the first substance of Spirit, and it’s got no bookends to it. A receptacle of our Spirit open and true, that’s the phenomenon of soul. This is the causeway. This brings us to Ourself. This brings us to the divine meeting in the room. May come some horses with some contrary will. Yeah exactly. What is adequate? Is that adequate in the fatal moment, in the fatal heartbeat here? Soul expressive of deity, that’s meaning that has us all by the horns. Cans. Go ahead drive her, drive her over. Pay attention to people. You want a soul happen so matter of fact. Now let’s come back. We have to put on soul. If you sat regular times… Bruno! You always have to watch out for Bruno. He’ll take your underwear off. You have to do a preacher’s build. You check in and withdraw. You look out, and the watch ends on visible things. You have to come together on soul. You have to see beyond life. There, it has your hand. Let it lead you now. You have to get somewhere in life. The soul is your regard. It will take you to deity. It will remove all obstacles. It’s your great ship. It’s the navigator. It comes to you in dreams and exercises the world tonight, and you can see things clearly. We help it along by being ourselves. That’s Alpha Zero, enlightenment stark. This is its great evolution path, and we are fingers of its evolution. We do not abandon us, and we help each other clearly when we come together on soul. There’s where the abuse stops. There’s where we know our promise, for it is the soul that leads us. The soul we are, the substance of ourselves leading ourselves. I’ve called on you tonight to be the witness of soul. It is bigger than leeway. It is so much bigger than time. It’s us in the ground of us. No gap, no divide, prevents it from helping us. It’s here. It is only blindness separates us from it, and check it out in a poem. You know I’ve opened your eyes. Should end right there, I’ve told you violence. I just turned and turned around and saw the soul.
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