Are we at war with ourselves?

Remember the Waffle House’s bathroom in El Paso, when you fumbled for the switch, where light appeared to be at war with darkness? After you finally found your way out, we sat there watching the West and East Texans, refusing to sit at co-joining tables, looking at each other’s breakfast and refusing to order the same. When it all boiled down and the coffee was brewed, many were at war with themselves.

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Actualized wills place sprinkles on their ‘donut creation canvas’.

In the study of actualized wills, we ask, 'Have you earned the right to place sprinkles and inject jelly into your own donut creation canvas?'

The more dimensions you’re attached to, the further you are from your essential nature.

Indeed, there's deception in dimensions.

So, are you designed to paint over the creation of others? Its OK to paint over others creations.

Hope your hungry... The Double D Donut Shop is open, and has many Dimensions.

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In all the rearview mirrors, the easiest reflection to deceive was my own.

Can you come to terms with the notion that the larger purpose isn’t ‘larger’, and any purpose outside the present means no'thing'?

Now is the time to hitch a ride with the wheeled, shining metallic whisperings of Airstream Souls.

The path clears as you drive.

Would you like a 'map of possibility' that turns visible once you pick it up?

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Who says a flat tire isn’t of service? Take your power back.

How is it that flat tires, blown head gaskets, overheating radiators, and ill-defined toxic masculinity are of service to you?

Who says a flat tire isn’t of service to you?

Take your power back from those who would prefer you forget your gift. Take your power back from spiritual sissies, and clever institutional social engineering schemes.

Climb up into any RV, and play the role you wish. Embrace choice and consequences, the drive like the wind! You’re in the drivers seat.

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Airstream Ego whispering

Remember in Las Vegas, when you thought all the blinking lights n’ slot machine jinglings were real?

Any notion that pitches the belief our body, soul and energy is anything more than our ‘small self’ is now crushed, plasma torched, melted down, hack shopped, and flatbed delivered to the scrap metal yard in a peaceful, warm hearted way.

Join me just outside of Las Vegas, where we’ll stumble outside to see our shining images reflected off our Airstreams exterior. We'll imagine egos coming and going, just like well used RV’s.

See you soon...

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The Lonely RV

How to be present.

“I’m on a journey of the soul, one of my own choosing… no matter how uncomfortable the RV I’m driving. I’m on a journey of the soul, no mind how twisted the drivers seat has become. I’m the creator of maps and territories. I’m sovereign - free of attachments to memory, regardless of whether they’re from this lifetimes travels or another.”

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Airstream Souls Come and Go

You sit in your seat, as if you existed before your body did. As if you and your trailer are going to the place you came from after you die.

And if you think afterlife is really ‘after’… then you’re going to have many more tears before you return to your mastery.

Get to know life and death as they really are as you navigate your attachment.

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Hot Rod Soul

When nitro charged engines rumble, is the light really telling you when and where to go?

What’s your choice? Hang out in the pitstop for awhile, come back not knowing you’re the driver, or return with the mastery of racing gloves and a racers grin?

The soul 'goes to the light' because the soul is light... that of another will.

And so another 'spiritual experience' is born.

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Diner of Dreams

What seemed a moment carries your sleepy eyes along the course of the moving sun from the back side of the planet.

The rising orb splashes light onto your face as you enter your new dream state of wake. You check the doors, they’re locked from the inside. Opening it to step outside, streams of possibility and choice flow by like heat, light, sound, and the smell of fresh coffee.

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My Airstream Soul’s a Silhouette.

Can you gain a complete understanding of creation from simply hanging out in an Airstream?

Close your eyes for a moment, and envision rolling towards the RV park, knowing it’s you that creates and accepts all ‘things’.

Here, your Airstream comes upon two crossing roads, where wind and dust blows.

Your smaller-self, your soul is the Airstream.

Explore the landscape of no-thought.

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