Hi. I'm Amanda
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I'm a child at heart and an expert beginner who loves to dream big. When I went off to college I wanted to become a wizard, but the only wizards I knew making a living were math wizards and scientists, so I studied chemistry and engineering, and later, environmental policy. A decade or so ago, my eyes opened to the possibility of creating magical worlds, like I loved to do in childhood, for my full time career, and am now working on many fun projects while mastering my craft and engaging in regular somatic therapy as a portal to self-esteem and creativity. |
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I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet,
concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. ~Jack Kerouac |
We were never really born, we will never really die.
It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born. ~Jack Kerouac |
