Rabbit trails into rabbit trails. Twists and turns from one corridor to the next. Every moment confronted with more options. Where were you going? Did you forget?
Reactions, not thoughtful intentions is how you proceed. Are your decisions made for you by eventual submission to frequency? Do you see what I mean? Have you woken? Are you still in that dream?
What happens next is a mystery. Perhaps a new path will be made by our own digging.
If we are to accomplish anything we must understand the eventuality of our doings.
Focus.
Find light.
Be let free.
The door is always there when you are ready.
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Hunter Blakely
Born a peasant, grown a prince.
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