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“Believe in the magic within you; believe in the love that abides in you, the hope that rises like dawn, the peace planted as a seed, and the grace whose light burns like a flame within.”

Book:The Light in the Heart

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The Light in the Heart

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Roy T. Bennett

Roy T. Bennett is a renowned author known for his profound philosophical thoughts and inspirational works. His writings span across various domains such as life philosophy, self-improvement, and spiritual growth, and have resonated with a wide audience. more

“Some time later there was a knock at his door. He was surprised to find it was now evening and the room was quite dark. The knock sounded again. The landlord was at the door. The landlord began to talk, but Strange could not understand him. This was because the man had a pineapple in his mouth. How he had managed to cram the whole thing in there, Strange could not imagine. Green, spiky leaves emerged slowly out of his mouth and then were sucked back in again as he spoke. Strange wondered if perhaps he ought to go and fetch a knife or a hook and try and fish the pineapple out, in case the landlord should choke. But at the same time he did not care much about it. 'After all,' he thought with some irritation, 'it is his own fault. He put it there.”

Humor Hallucination Pineapple

Book:Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

Source: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

“Man is a hostage to the cage of cultural programming and the mass hallucination of the propagandist’s narrative illusion.”

Manifestation Hostage James Scott Hallucination Icit Ccios Propagandists Cultural Programing

Author:James Scott, Senior Fellow, The Center for Cyber Influence Operations Studies

“Night was close. Black trees towered over the dimly lit horizon like cloaked guardians. The winds rocked their crown and their heads tilted, like a nod, begging him over. He wanted to join them. Desperately. He longed for a friend as precious and pure. With the next gust of wind, their bodies seemed to grow, arching over the slumbering town, watching like a curious visitor. There was nobody outside, but some homes were still lit. A tiny speck of brightness that broke the trees’ black figures with an orange hue forming near the roots. The winds jerked and pulled, and for a moment, it looked like their roots were a prison. And that even comfort, nourishment, life itself, was worth escaping.”

Night Nature Dreams Depression Storm Trees Hallucination

Author:Mieke Leenders

“Normality may be a hallucination, but it's a collective trip, and it takes a lot of energy to come down.”

Energy Normal Hallucination Collective