This being, that arises, this falls, that falls..

Their bickering was irritating me, but arguing with them only made it worse.
Finally I allowed one of them to take center stage to preach

This being, that arises, this falls, that falls..
Sure, Buddhist philosophy, I say. The others mutter.

Yes the transience, everything that exists will crumble into nothing. Forms are born forms die
.
This consciousness seem s to be work
We struggle to hold it together sometimes
We try to build something, to make something concrete even though time eventually consumes all.
In our lives there are many chances to liberate the mind, but ultimately there is only this one chance: now . We have come into this life with purpose. .

Her voice was starting to sound psycodelic, the strange musical filter she used played melodies as she spoke. It rose and fell with her lilt.

It seemed like she was also turning blue.


I sat quietly. it brought a smile to my face, especially with the added musical effects.



Finally when she came to an end it was decided who was going to do the healing on me, or journey for me. my intention- "hey just tell me what it is I need to know! Whatever comes up"

I had considered the question "how can I know the difference between true intuition and imagination? " But I was told that could be a dangerous question to ask.