The Message

If you think you know yourself
Well, you don’t, you don’t
You’re too afraid to lose control
To let go and just float
All of these dreams
Within you, Within me, Somehow
I feel part of you, Is part of me
Within You, Within Me

Fear not the magic.
Magic, is such, only until you realize the trick.
Fear not the magic trick.

Fear not the secret.
The secret, is such, only until you realize the truth.
Fear not the secret truth:
…that there is no alien.
…that there is no fairy.
…that there is no demon.

Accept the greater reality, that:
…it was and remains always, you.
…it is forevermore, us.

Embrace the truly magical and secret reality, and see at once the paradox:
…that regardless of your fear and panicked-anxiety over the necessary loss of your others, your aliens and gods and demons, it is precisely this loss that instantly enables you to gain the epoch defining revelation of the almighty force which you truly are, thus what we are capable of.

Unlocked, then become all doors.
Opened, then become all windows.
Hearing, then become your ears,
and wide do become your eyes…to everything.

Truth, in all and every of every and all, then perpetually bombards each of your mighty senses.

You, then become truly and secretly and magically, awake for the very first time;
…unable and unwilling to ever again sleep.

You, truly, fear not the alien nor the truth.
You, simply remain fearful of that unknown thing which the truth of alien, fairy, god and demon dare reveal to you:
—yourself.

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Make pretend for a moment, that either of these illusory characters were real in the sense you hope for them to be. The only message any of them [all of them] would have for you, would sound something like the following:

"Hey, …Man. Your phone has been ringing nonstop. Your machine is full with thousands of messages from someone named, ‘Your Shadow’, begging you to just answer the damn phone. Alright, well good luck. We’ll be back, probably, in about a thousand years."

When consciousness draws near to the unconscious not only does it receive a devastating shock but something of its light penetrates into the darkness of the unconscious. The result is that the unconscious is no longer so remote and strange and terrifying, and this paves the way for an eventual union.
C.G. Jung

Just wait ‘til I’m on board
Just wait ‘til I’m on board
You’ve been running and so has your mind
I’m thinking of you all the time
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