Playgroundia

What came first, the Pyramids or Pleiades, the Earthling or channeling Pleiadians, the bull or the horns? Answer: Neither, regardless of whether you see or feel one first. So what part of this fractal riddle do you not yet get? An observation of a fractal structure reflects the ‘first' distinction, creating time, and mistaken cause and effect. The essence of the ‘first' fractal comes from a desire that doesn't occur in time and space. In myth and lore, the bulls horns represent duality, which as a Maatador you know is the creator of all fractals. Come and learn how distinctions create time.

Dogmas are made of bones and chew toy ‘things'. They incessantly pull their leash until buried by soil, and snarl at anyone who tries to reveal the hole they're filling. Dogs return to the kennel of their training, and bury belief systems to be dug up again.

Life and death and love and birth were walking along, where death had something to say, “How's it that you have to be willing to die, to live?” and life replied, “Funny how the opposite's true as well.”

‘Life' is a rollercoaster ride that once you boarded, it can be a fitting choice to go to the end. Otherwise, ‘leaping' out early mostly lands you in the following car, headed for the next downhill with your eyes closed. So goes the ride of reincarnation past lives. Twin Inferno is the state of life and death truth that feels into a new definition of living, for the meaning of life and death as a pair is misleading. In most conversations about spirit suicide, the two are equated as a yin-yang duality. But ultimately, what we're really speaking about isn't that at all. ‘Life' doesn't mutually arise with ‘death'. This is a false soul choice.

How do you break attention from the hard-packed soil our boots walk upon? If we decide to strut in front of a stampeding cattle, we're not surprised at those who guffaw at our ‘stupidity'. They sit around the campfire, sunburn lips and smirking wrinkles, relating how we were squished like prairie ragdolls. From horseback, the twisted trampling bring the shaking of heads. But we know… one boot firmly attached brings you back to ride, two loose empty ones and you're free as grassland wind.

Are you a dream of another, creating souls as you dream? In our RV asleep and dreaming, our souls create worlds and son days that ‘exist' for as long as we slumber. Those characters and lives have self-awareness for the period that we're gods… gods that live in shiny aluminum trailers. We lookup at our ‘creator', and some want to be just like it. Snuggling soundly in the finest of roadway domiciles, these are ‘dreams' creating eddies that dream as well. They dreams in all directions, Airstreams within Airstreams. They indeed are… at least until we wake up. Our small-selves are sigils within sigils within sigils, fractal-like dreams floating in time, at the behest of their creator which is stuck in time as well. Just when does our creator wake up, and ‘we' cease to dream? And what happens when our creator careens off the side of the road? Embrace your Airstream Soul...

The more sovereign your vantage, the clearer the two are aspects of the same 'thing', 'event', and 'perception'. No matter how much whining & whimpering you do, the appearance of 'the law of cause & effect' is due to your conscious proximity to the fractal. Learn the true nature of perceptive fractals from dogs such as these! Scratch your way into X'Tzu's Zoo, and scamper above the painting of the Absolute.

2 be-ing or not 2 bean… is that really the question? Knock one back and examine the double shot of thought and ego in 'The Bar'. To be or not to be is a question only asked by crosseyed folks. To be-ing or not to be-ing is the drunk narrative mirroring the intoxicated choices of existence and non-existence. A be-ing always has ego, and ego can never totally be removed by any process that uses thought. Why? Because thought is a double shot, poured by the distinctions reflected by ego, and usually enhanced with each additional cocktail.

The words and concepts spelled ‘infinite' and ‘finite' are distractions and spells, created by Wills for cheap self-entertainment. When cinema flicks produced by Wills are forgotten to be as passing as a weed filled drive-in theatre, then the cheap twins of infinity and finity are seen as the basis to judge all else by… which is like thinking theatre popcorn is steak, soda is wine, and low budget movies are a grand play. Ignore your compulsion and drive into the ‘Theatre'.

All things in every ocean, including walled-off smashing waves and perfectly formed tube breaks are windows that observers can peer through. Although it's the observation from the vantage of time that creates every rumbling whitewash, it's also the white caps, whirlpools, and tsunamis which allow the observer to perceive. For perception only occurs where there are distinctive oceanic events.

When you are completely present, gratitude no longer exists. Yet, giving thanks helps you get present. A wave doesn't thank the ocean. A flower doesn't thank the stem. The earth doesn't thank the sun. But appreciating them all gets you in the 'now'. Can you consider occasions where there's a unreasonable expectation of gratitude? What would happen if you walked outside the 'carnival' to view what your dog sees?

Holding ground before a stampeding herd of cattle is sure to get your miserableness trampled. These bovine beasts have one goal, survival of their body. They'll never open their ears until they've fallen off the cliff. They're mechanical. You can hear their gears as they charge past, hearing them claim their circuits are too simple for such things. Eager to disassemble consideration, they're unwilling to add more cogs than prior decisions allow. They remain automated, as it's easier to be spiritually defective while cattle calling truth and reveling in ignorance.

Separate birth and death to show your soul's temporal nature. Early one morning, I stepped outside my trailer, convincing those parked nearby to go on a road trip, or at least… that was the word in the RV Park. At the time, I gave my word and the word was with me. Quite pleased with myself, I then drove my Airstream Eastward, while light filled the eyes of the drivers in line. Rays streamed around the shell of my Airstream from the sun ahead, and the sound of my words being broadcast on the CB radio vibrated with an energy that glowed in every color in the Tequila Sunrise. The radiance from the horizon was the light of the world I created, so that all who caravan'd behind me believed their R.V's were solid. ‘Surely, only where light was found could there be promise, hope, and new experiences' we thought. But as I drove, the vibration of the road filled my body. Soon, a vision of clarity sideswiped… ‘All we ever saw were silhouettes.' Understand? Truly, your trailer needs a rig to pull it, like birth needs death. Disconnect the two and your temporal soul becomes clear. Drive into Airstream Tao

Engagement with illusion creates soul births. Did your parents engagement with the illusion create their children? Did their focus on duality, along with passion to make duality seem like singularity create the rift where another ‘soul' was born? And is this ‘soul' another aspect of the falsely universal expression, who thinking themselves separate, perpetuates the dream, the solid ghost, the specter of matter and its reciprocating partner called energy. You share the soul, to varying degrees, of that which you've manifested. In essence, although all is connected, some is connected more. The soul you share is more or less bondage or freedom. The soul you perpetuate has no guilt, for it's ‘you' not remembering what you did, wearing different cloths, and expressing a different personality.

Something a crow squawked at me… Every will that flies after complexity, technology, or anything roosting in duality becomes increasingly arrogant that it's found ‘god'. When it's certain it's on the right branch, it takes eons to come back… if ever. In this tree, they only find a dualistic god, and that's where many of the two legged ones have built their tree house. A clothed one with no interest in the root essence of how they perceive is an arrogant creature, ignore-ant of the germination of all information, thought and belief. In pursuit of becoming non-sentient, they fall onto the ground and are absorbed into the nothingness they came from. Whatever their choice, the animals continue to play.

I drink mescal ‘till the gusano hits my lips, then in drunkenness holler about coincidences. The next day, head pounding, it's damn clear events from worms burrowing to wormholes have Will's grin.

Would you like to learn how to navigate the giant racketeering mousetrap game? The system is a giant racketeering mousetrap game. But… it is what it is. It will always be, and its better to know what you're dealing with. And whatever the educators, companies, academics, politicians, clergy, flock, and scientists say… they too are in on it, vested in it, or willfully ignore-ant of it. They ride the proceeds of the great contraption. Point it out and you're the bad guy. When salary, ego, and social acceptance is at stake, it behooves one to not understand - ever. So where do we go from here? After all, this is a playground, and there are those that cheat at hopscotch. With all this, still… real emancipation realizes the game, gets the relative perspective wired, becomes actualized, chooses their thoughts and emotions, masters the ego, then makes a foray into the world with a smile. Unlearn and master system tao.

When you realize you're watching a movie, look around... You're not the only one in the theatre. Meet the 'producers' and the 'audience' at the video. Once you've come to terms with 'no future or past'... and there's only a 'here & now', then the present can be viewed as a fractal projector. 'Now', in the present is where all creation originates. Grab a popcorn and saunter into the 'Theatre' to contemplate what you've been producing, how you perceive, and where your true spirit resides.

Oceans come and go, just like souls… The ‘law' of attraction is more like a current, as fleeting as the rapids of now dry river beds. As the soul swims in the waterpark of duality, it chooses to go with or against the current of other Wills water flow. It's choice is eventually washed away in the time itself creates. Rivers, currents, and laws are just like oceans and souls - they come and go at whim. Spirit is where attraction ceases, and the ocean canvas evaporates. Only attentions' focus creates the seas of sub-realities amusement attractions.

Time depends on your attention. When you realize you have choice on what you focus upon, time responds. Explore the mysteries of time in the Carnival, and venture into the concession stand souls that create and perceive their creation. Learn more about your perception, and how the will creates 'things' at TwinInferno. The podcast & video impatiently wait in time for you.

‘Nothing' is an accident. Oh, excuse me… I meant to say that no-thing is an accident. Of course it's not. Just underneath your Stetson (meaning your brain), a ‘thing' is created by thought. That's as accidental as putting another chew between your cheek and gum. Got to love those simple realizations. Knowing that every-thing occurs due to Will is useful. If you want to master the lasso, the ego, riding a bull, or being in the present… this happens to be one of the keys! Expand your mindfulness and dig into what you previously labeled as an accident... no-thing is random.

Every thought creates its own sun. We like to see the sun as art. We worship our small-selves every time the sun rises and sets. When distinction burns the sun into existence, a thought and the word is created. It vibrates in the motion of time, which we our small selves created, in a place where vibrations' energy is perceived as ‘light'.

The essential nature cares not about the illusionHas no interest in twisting the subjective into a more pleasant experience.The real self, which is the essential nature isNon-vibrational, has nothing to do with theMaterium, is insulted by the request toAdhere to the rules of what has been, is, and can be ‘created'The essential nature has separated the light, made math,logic, science, symbols, angles, temporal duality of matter and energy,language, distinctions, religion, time and space.A trap and a springboardThe fallen angel may be you. It doesn't have to be that way.Choice to embrace The Word, Nazeur, Essential Nature, Singularity…catapults relative eyes to the Absolute Twin Inferno State.Excerpted from: 11:11 El Luchador Gauntlet

Crows fly above. The two legged ones are confused... and deeply annoyed! Clothed creatures believe these feathered ‘animals' have it rough. “Surely,” they say, “They must always be on guard to make sure vicious hawks and bad tempered owls don't attack”. Still, when the two legged ones hear the creaking caws, they find themselves pacing. For just underneath their baseball caps, they know the cackles are aimed at them. You see, crows cackle when they see wheeled, shiny metal thing-a-ma-jings that wouldn't stop if a two legged one walked out in front of it. As crows land on nearby telephone poles you should hear them laugh… “Time for target practice,” they burble and snicker.

Are you one of the billion and billions of birds picking at stones? When you land on the beach this time, it's your choice whether reincarnation is washed away by the tide. Swoop into Stork Tao at X'Tzu's Zoo to uncover the final rock.

Here in the farm, dimensions are imagined into existence, hatched from the initial 9 angle sets of creation. Above that, chickens become both super-creator 10D versions that multiply intent, and super-reproductive El Even breeds that ensure duality stays intact within the coop.

As a bee, do you feel compelled to change a world that doesn't want your influence? Zip into X'Tzu's Zoo to discover if choice is your burden.

Swim into the truth of why babies cry upon 'birth'. Dive deep beneath attachment, shake thought from your fins, and swim into the blue sea to wash away underwater ego sounds.

Leave the swarm, and fly into X'Tzu's Zoo. Many six legged friends await your arrival. Winged perceptions only teem where there are things, and things are the swarm partners of thought.

Crows feathers are fluffed by the future, because they know whatever flies into the next here and now comes from the nest of intent. Flying upward from the clouds, you exercise choice. Feel your heart beating under those feathers and soar into the blue.

Understand how creation operates, come to terms with the creative power of destruction, and feel into the real difference between suffering and pain. In this short dolphin parable, there are several points being presented; the nature of time, the essence of creation, objectivity in creation and destruction, and that of obtaining clarity between pain and suffering.

How could it be that perfection is as plausible as the wind being still? Why is it that ‘perfect' storks have only been seen in still photos and artist renderings? Navigate the ego, gliding into the study of animal perfection, and perceived imperfection.

In this parable, The spiders eyes represent our awareness of the myriad places where other wills have requested attention. The spiders legs represent our interaction with all the things that construct experience. A ‘funnel of life' denotes the confined set of experiences. The ‘sticky false choice' is the conclusion most often come up with from a limited point of view. The spider knows it's not stuck on the metaphorical stickiness of its own web because it's aware that it can choose where it places attention. ‘Yarn a spinnin' is a statement that indicates the spider is aware that it's navigating a story, one told by many wills, and observed by its own. ‘I'm here for now' is a statement that illustrates its realization that it chose to come here for the experience, and that for every series and processions of things and events there's a beginning and end. It knows this not through memory, but gnosis as it shakes it's body and web in a full body awareness. 8 leg it over to X'Tzu's Zoo to discover the unbelievable thing you have in common with spiders!

Although furry beasts may roll around in mud, scratching to get creatures from clinging; they leave anger, frustration, fear, and the desire to eliminate all parasites from the face of the earth for humans to fret over.

The ants were bedazzled as I created morsels of churro at will. Soon I learned how important it is to sidestep arrogance while you're being the creator. Repeat! “I am moving into my mastery, a true creator, and not just of tasty deep fried breads. Neither the ant nor the arrog-ant Great Churro Creator, nor the Master of Yummy Baked Goods may have my power.”

The time from birth to wing-wither is constructed in the angles of the sun. Flutter to X'Tzu's Zoo at TwinInferno.org to hear butterflies & gardeners in the dance of life and death. All perception is built of angles.

Perhaps you've been finding difficult finding your ‘purpose'. Well, some of us are meant to be distributors, not creators… for all creation occurs in duality. And all purpose exists in a time matrix that infers cause and effect, which is just our own convenient distinctions we make in the pursuit of worth that could be ours if we just step outside of time. Now when you're in the present, meaning truly basking in the here & now, you'll find that there is no need for purpose. Still, if you want purpose, then feel free to create your own. Remember, most 'purpose' comes from other wills, masquerading as gods and demi-gods. Only clocks need purpose. What brand are you?

The more complex your knowledge, the further your destination becomes. But listen! The Zonkey's got more to say, ‘Being a simple Zonkey is better than being a complex ‘Human'. Do this striped Donkey think we're lower! Now even after such badmouthing, are you willing to meet the 'animals' of X'Tzu's Zoo?

Dive into amnesia and time. In the present, you don't need to remember things from another life because they're relatively unimportant. Understand how duality's reach is limited at X'Tzu's Texas Taoism.

Swing into X'Tzu's Zoo for grunts by your favorite chimp. Bet you still believe there are distinctions you think that are real... ones beyond your consent ; ) You co-created this 3D ticket, so it's you that must experience the sensations of created time until it dissipates. Enjoy your travels... to perceive is to admit attachment - and there's nothing wrong or right about it.

A simple repair on my Airstream, still I found myself whining ‘Why me?' It's true, 'why', 'when', and 'how' are buddies that suggest some'thing' without your conscious permission. Perhaps it's a good time to take your power back from words that imply ‘time'?

Does a hand thank the arm? Is a foot grateful for the leg? Nope. The hand and leg knows it's one.

At X'Tzu's Zoo, asking the question of whether one ‘believes in god', well it reveals your disconnect to the god inside… that which IS you.

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. We looked down, to see imaginary boots mired in the overflowing restroom waters of existence and non-existence, is and is not. The boot wearing customers were unaware the absolute needs neither. Yeah, between the time the hungry clients were shoveling six sausage, four bacon, five ego-egg and hashbrown breakfasts down their gullet, their eyes locked with the breakfast beers rising fizz. Ignoring the space between each bubble, it was just easier to obsess about patty vs. hamburger, driver vs. Airstream, God in sky vs. God in reflection. Certain breakfast choices are the only ones that appear to the small-selves relative eyes. Excerpt from The Luchador Gauntlet

Eve made things ‘even'. This is a lingual truth revealed in the language you think, feel, and speak. Understand how this spell, metaphor, and narrative effects your perception.

“Here's what the moths seem not to understand… all things in time, created by the subjective ‘magic' of sound and light eventually fade." Flutter into X'Tzu's Zoo. There you'll remember dreams that attempted to lay ego eggs on the nearest leaf... so you might ‘live forever'.

Did I just hear you utter, “What if the God of the earth and all it's rides is who created all things fun and unpleasant?” Are you courageous enough to find out, no matter what the answer is? Embrace choice and make your decision

Examine awareness in all the varied 'embodied' forms. There are different forms of awareness, depending on the RV you're driving. Perception is a trickster of wonderful proportions. Join us in our Airstream for a new reality.

When driving an old beater truck, forgiveness is something you give – to yourself. So, what dead weight are you going to toss from the bed of your truck? And today, what are you going to give yourself before you drive into the sunset?

You can deprogram so you may better navigate dualistic distractions. Embrace your choice and question where you might feel 'entitled'.

Repeat... "I appreciate my dog more when I realize it's bred for my convenience. I am the master of my ego… and my dog. My pitbull of an ego has been whispered to… creating many more possibilities. I have named my ego, like I do a dog." Tell us the name of your ego.