Saturday, January 25, 2020

Jed McKenna’s Notebook

... matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.

—Jed McKenna’s Notebook


Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.

—Rainer Maria Rilke


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