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Get Out of Here Alive: Inner Alchemy & Immortality

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“The boundary between dreams and reality gets muddy indeed when we consider the nature of our perceptions. Our senses, those windows to the world, are far from perfect instruments that are extremely susceptible to manipulation and misinterpretation. What we perceive as unquestionably solid and real could be nothing more than smoke and mirrors, projections of our own psyches.”

“I was in front of a big hole in the floor. A girl I liked fell into the hole. I wanted to go after her, but this old lady told me I would regret my decision. I jumped anyways, knowing I may die for her. But then everything stopped and I was floating next to her. We both had cards without faces on them. We floated down and somehow, I knew she was gone...I walked through a tunnel at the bottom of the pit with a white light at the end.”

“A sudden sense of déjà vu, a feeling of being secretly observed, a recurring dream that seems eerily factual. What if these aren’t the misfirings of our own warped brains, random occurrences with no deeper meaning? What if they’re actually subtle hints, whispers from the multiverse urging us to question our reality?”

“Don't you agree that there must be something radically wrong with a civilisation, society, theory of life - call it what you like in which a hard-working, serious young woman like myself cannot obtain, without enormous difficulty, expense, or infliction of pain on others, a quiet, clean, pleasant room in which she can work, dream her dreams, write out her thoughts, and keep her few treasures in peace.”

“Visionaries know they can't scale intimidating dreamscapes in fear's strait-jacket. If they sail off the world's edge, it is in a freeman's glory, leaving a pioneering legacy unfettered by Luciferian coin. Those with ears turned by doubt remain the faceless crowd. It's truly remarkable how these labours of love, crafted by architects of the imagination and kissed as billets-doux into the world, continue to manifest and influence in ways they could never foresee.”