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My type? I misunderstand, I may believe in archetypes, but types?
Something lost in the translation.
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… yesterday, a day of flitting around again, from room to room and chore to chore, cumulatively getting things done… the rest of the week -or what remains of it- being more of the same.
Ergo, getting things done.
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An occurrence from Sunday, when talking to a male political colleague… I was aghast at him equating me hanging out with a mutual political colleague, to them having to be ‘my type’.
Isn’t hanging out with acquaintances a platonic endeavour? so nothing to do with having to be each other’s type.
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Perhaps my political colleague was projecting his own thoughts and feelings onto the situation, which speaks volumes about he but zero about me.
The problem here seeming to be… others talking out of turn, at my expense.
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I wish people like my colleague would get lost in translation… 
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You misunderstood nothing Meno, it was another/others that did/do…
Glad, it is rather comforting to know, there aren’t any Platonic stereotypes to compare, or compete with , at least other then may have been inferred , but then as soon as I think of ?
Scratches head, ( you may not believe this, as soon as a thought idea springs from my head, it is immediately scratched and disposed into the vat, and a need to recall arises. )
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That’s because your Kundalini, needs to rise further… ; )
It can’t beyond the petals which cover it, where IT is responding, propositioning but not proposing: in fact that avail to a participation mystique.
In fact I’m in Chicago high, above with a drink where the sun never rises, maybe until happy hour ends at last call, where twilit gods retire for the night.
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Drinks, in the sky
Oh my
How fly
lol
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…being empty of mind gives way for the new and more helpful to enter One’s thoughts, now that the old and obsolete thought-patterns no longer serve their purpose.
Feels good.
Yes true, but emptied out naturally, and not blocking out, or even suppressing thoughts by force, right?
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Such events are journeys for one… well between strangers, at least.
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Whichever way your mind emptied, is how it emptied and why.
We remember things not those we lest best forget
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What I find, is that it is interesting to see what comes to mind/what does come to mind.
…the sound of nothingness until then though… awesome, right! 
back to a time before our heads were filled with worldly nonsense, designed to keep us from our intended path.
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Is it like that for you, or… something else?
It was that way for me as well until finding something in that nothingness, which voided it it nihilized it’s immateriality, until I thought some sleep would resolve that too,
But then dreams, would sneak in and even when no dream appeared on that sliver no silver screen , then the ultimate would invade my consciousness with a passion, that even after all conscious manifestation of what eye, we think of when even that’s gone,
The reduction does not end even there, and what’s next?
Gotta be something, some thing, some think, some some some
sink.
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Eyes… I… third eye… look alive… realise… prioritise… harmonise… proselytise… look of lies…
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The brain and the eyes, working together, in visual<->synchronistic synergy
¿Is that why the Egyptians were obsessed with eyes?
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…you gotta wait and see, for the experiential knows no time restraints nor boundaries nor bounds.
Keeping fingers crossed.
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Mmm… sa-sy indeed. lol
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This…
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So relaxing, therapeutic, healing. 
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Another…
