the techno-shaman spends her days in paradox, puzzlement, and play, swimming freestyle through an endless sea of technology and mystery

she is truly enraptured and in awe of the beauty that surrounds her, and adorns her... and she knows that this beauty IS her

with intentional fingertip tapping, she enters libraries of human knowledge, and by feeling the heart-beat rhythm of the fractal superorganism, she guides herself to perpetual paradise through encounters with saints and angels

as doubts sprout about her choices and attitudes, she grants herself deep cellular hugs of gratitude and remembers that there is only the journey and the journey is love

every day for the techno-shaman is both destination and departing point... every exit is an entrance... and every challenge is an opportunity to gauge just how much she has grown into the finer faculties of self-mastery

for the techno-shaman, there is only the ever-present... the past never happened for there is only the happening... the future is the canvas of the present that is forever being repainted and remixed and tended to divine fruition

every single thing in the techno-shaman's scene is seen to contain the elements of every single thing... for there are interweaving angles and layers, and nuances and nudgings, and overriding factors... and the most powerful force that sometimes seems distant, yet is always fully infused into every moment, is love

love is the uncaused cause... love simply is... love is deeper than a hole between opposite ends of the universe... love contains itself and all of creation is contained in love... love is the trials of life that brings us into the rich rewards found through reaching our highest potential

the techno-shaman knows that love comes in many forms, and she does not hesitate to love herself by disposing of uninvited guests and scenarios... she is composed, and through disclosing to herself any insecurities and fears that may appear she is endeared, and revered as the Goddess she is

as the techno-shaman tugs upon the golden threads of existence, and makes music with the vibrations of her actions, the world is enriched and readied for the next stage of evolution

while the techno-shaman sees far and wide, and she herself is the embodiment of infinity, even she is often wise to be silent when asked what kinds of experiences are approaching as humanity ascends into greater levels of divinity

the techno-shaman carries the torch of faith, and she showers her light onto the world, and thanks to the warmth of her unconditional love, we can all feel some peace and we can all sense that whatever will be, will be... and whatever will be, will be awesome indeed

>>>the past never happened for there is only the happening

what kinda crazy non-sense is that? the past never happened? really?

nothing has ever "happened"?

there is only the happening?

how can this be?

maybe he is referring to how all of existence only exists as it exists and once it is done existing then it no longer exists

the present becomes non-existent as it transforms into the past

the past does not exist

so.. the past never happened

the present melts into memory as echoes of that which has once been

existence only exists as it is existing

the past only exists when it is the present

when the present has passed, the past is non existent

the past is an illusion

it's not there

it's not anywhere

there is only now

the past is in a state of happening in the present that the pasts exists in?

all existence is now?

there's a lot of now going around

the infinite endless all pervasive now

yo, time trips me out, i dunno what the heck it is.... just change between states i guess... malleable

the past is in a state of happening in the present that the past exists in

everything that ever was, is, and will ever be is always in existence through eternity?

anything that ever exists is never non-existent?

non-existence is nothing

is my existence already mapped out before it happens?

is every moment a repeat?

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