Hail nothing.
New moment? Back at it.
The higher you go, the quieter it gets.
Everything is an exercise in personal power.
Everything you make matter, becomes your Master. When nothing matters, you’re free.
You don’t actually want to be saved. You want to be the Master of yourself and the domain that’s housed by you.
Each iteration fuels the next.
Enter the belly of the imagined beast.
GO. ALL. IN.
Almost no one wants to go all the way.
If with or without doesn't feel the same, your work is to bridge that divide.
Anything you rely on will will be stripped from you. You may as well strip yourself.
The work is to do the work until nothing remains. Until nothing can move you from you.
Masters exist beyond the tribe.
Most can’t ride. Let alone fly.
In the land of energetics, it's every hottie for themselves.
You know exactly how to clean up your shit.
Rise through the ranks within yourself.
What you've yet to master in the non-physical, you over-compensate for in the physical.
The powerless surrender to illusion. The powerful submit to truth.
Masters don’t need to be pushed or kicked. They willingly jump off the cliff.
When you know the game is to become more conscious, you use everything in front of you towards that end.
I don’t care about bridging our divide. I care about bridging my own.
I don’t care how it appears. I know what’s going on.
Don't aim to help others. Master yourself. This 'helps' them most of all.
Those who come to you, just know. Because you know. And they want to dance with that knowing.

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