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I truly love and accept you. You can use my profile pic to do the visualization I'll even do it together with you if you want.

Hmm try the Velo technique next time Bacically you oscillate your energy /chi up and down body head to toe in a sinusoidal pattern like with shamanic breathing. At your own pace but preferably fast. Can use this video for sound cues and speed it up to suit your needs.

just for that here's a special version!

@SirVladimir check back over next couple of days for my favorite Regina Spektor music...

Open ended ? it's up to you to finish the story.

@SirVladimir

Oh! Honestly I thought you were being clever with my current signature. Ok consider it restolen. And I will check out the band.

I love it!! So mysterious and good. The childhood cave, the tunnel, the city. It was very interesting. Would you be interested in another writing prompt? We could wait a week if you wish. You are a writer!!

Ima work real hard not to steal that for my signature ?

Oh good, I was being creative (ity). ?

when there is creativity, there is no one to be creative. You are creativity. The one who wants to be creative is the only thing possibly blocking a channelling of your own creativityness. Or it can amplify it, in certain contexts. Either way, the block doesn't actually exist. In a way, that block itself is creative. In creativity, there is only creativity. And its not a person.

Definitely worth a try. Just don't expect to get anywhere with it. ? I got a little good at it because when I was younger I would obsessively repeat a sentence over and over in my head. Changing up words a little, or with different emphasis on different words. It's a writer thing but it would be a non stop narrating of my own life and extremely annoying. So I learned to blank it out. But never have I ever achieved blanking out thought completely.

It'll be OK.

@Shin I miss all your awesome dream reports ? Ok last night was a strange one. My grandma was having a family dinner at her house. Where I grew up, our trailer was across the cow pasture from my grandparent's farm house. In this dream, we had a new house right across the fence so it was much closer. Ok, so I left my home with some special coffee I wanted to make, it even took this special oil (?don't ask) that I put in a shot glass and kept spilling it a bit on the way over. But I was sure I had enough to brew my coffee. When I got there, my grandma and my husband were NOT having it. My grandma had already brewed coffee from a dunkin donuts bag, and my husband I guess didn't want to upset her and really didn't support my special coffee brew. So finally I was like WHATEVER and just poured a cup of the cheap coffee and it was gross as expected. Anyway, it came time to eat. There was a new guy there, came in with my uncle and was young and attractive. Even one of my male cousins who I didn't think was gay couldn't keep his eyes off. Ok so we all bow our heads for prayer, though no one speaks up to lead the prayer. I sneak a little toke with my travel pipe, and then guiltily cover it up afraid that someone will smell. It seemed like minutes and still everyone was bowing their heads in silence, and honestly I had had enough. I shout AMEN AMEN and get up and leave to go out the front door. I figured I'd take my pipe home, and just come back and grab a plate after everyone has cleared the kitchen. On the way out my mom is asleep on the couch. I can't get the front door to shut properly so I asked her to get up and dead bolt it. Alright, time to fly over the fence real quick and go put the pipe back at home. When I get to my door stoop, all hell breaks loose at my grandma's house. Machine guns, shouting, screaming. Some mercenary team had swooped in to murder everyone. I could hear one shout to shoot them all dead. Someone spotted me at my house and then I was dodging bullets trying to hide behind bushes and run to a neighbours yard for help or a quick escape. At some point a group of the mercenaries caught up with me, they were young and attractive like the guy invited to dinner and I put two and two together. They didn't really know what I looked like so I pretended to be one of them and escaped that way. Also, it seemed to turn out that the whole thing was orchestrated by the lady on the couch, which may or may not have really been my mom.

@Myioko

@Hulia @LastThursday @Myioko @MyiokoI'll read your story later when I can focus. So far the opening is very engaging.

@Muhammad Jawad try it during WBTB ? we'll let you be the Guinea pig

(to intrusive thoughts) Your shit SHALL NOT PASS! (CLANG)

@Forestluv someone should make a full session training audio. Warm up>peak> cool off. And of course encourage self discovery with it as well. (devil voice ?) FUCK YOU!!!

I've been on hold for 35 YEARS DAMMIT!! ☎️

Hmm I suppose one could pair this with self inquiry practice as far as feeling into the sense of self and coming back to it when distracted. Or the heart centre. Hmm OK, I gotta find that magic word.

Oh sounds simple? Ok I summon someone to make this happen. Universe, are you listening?

@Forestluv @SirVladimir cool cool cool... Hmm maybe I'll stick a floating tank in my mind palace and go do slower shamanic breathing in there ? don't ask. I think I propose to add it to a meditation habit and focus more on sinusiod breathing and surrender, and not so much if I'm doing it correctly. I get too much in my head when trying it.