>"Sidewalk-tarot"..

...is that like *radio-I-ching*?

Such well woven prose leaves me wondering contentedly...

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As black agric is,  creepy  as it sounds,  it's can penetrate into the subconscious  and the extra terrestrial. I'll never underestimate  them.

Am here with the weekend freewrite prompt 
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Do have a nice weekend

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That brings up a whole world to me. 

Basically, our whole life, the reality as we see it, is a mental construction. Even all bliss, just like horror, mostly exists in our single mind, which considers it its reality. 

Have you ever tried to remember precisely, like clockwork, even five minutes of a stringent sequence from your fifteen-year life? None of this can be reconstructed, because five minutes could just as well be a whole light year, as we don't know how one's own life as a teenager had been concretely in those five minutes. Because when those minutes happened, it could have been the same that you were at a party, dancing and experiencing one of your best evenings, while for another fifteen-year-old girl it had been the worst night of all nights. But actually only a few moments count as really happy or terrible, the rest, if you haven't just died, is determined by a changing present. 

So thinking is magic at all, because not thinking is impossible and so it is already said that every thought of every human being counts. Because one cannot not think, it is probably a matter of wishing others well and of giving benevolence to those whom one thinks one knows as well as to those whom one misunderstandably calls strangers. Thought stillness or absence of thought would be non-consciousness. But we do not escape day or night consciousness, whether we sleep or awake, we constantly think and interpret, we are the great constructors of our reality. So as a metaphor, "in the beginning there was the word", is to that extent probably correct, isn't it? 

That's why we - most of us - don't really understand what it means to wake up. We think we are awake in wakefulness and we think we sleep in sleep. Which one is true cannot be said with certainty. 

I agree with you: it would be wiser to assume the probability that my thoughts should be better directed towards wishing the other well being, no matter who it is. We are more united in the universal symbolic language of dreams than in the intellectual language of the day. We think it's nonsense what we dream and our scientists even claim in parts that it's just neuroyal convulsions and the involvement of our organs, that's why the brain is fired with these or those signals. As if we were mere machines (or ameba), a work of electrons that happen to think something, without any reason. The alleged nature scientist, who reduces everything to body chemistry and the randomness of evolution, imagines that consciousness is trapped in the brain and connections beyond that body are useless wishful fantasy. And underestimates that it's the wishes (desires) which count the most in their effectiveness. 

Everything is mental construction and man is dependent on the explanation of effect and cause, like apparently no other living being on our planet. Even lucid dreaming is possible. 

So I bemoan that people hate themselves too much and think they are without effect. Such an underestimation of one's own life and effect is indeed very dangerous. Just like the opposite. In this sense what one says is true: First you fake reality and then you make it.