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Echoes of the Past…

The Door is the Past…

Echoes of the Past

SEEING the echoes of the past opens the door…

HEARING the listener sets you free…

The Listener…

Generates multiple timelines out of echoes of the past.
It creates identities out of the list below.
It produces - not just judgment, but timelines.
Entire departures from now, populated with past selves, future fears, alternative versions of you and the world.

  • THE LISTENER.
  • The Fault Finder.
  • The Controller.
  • The Judge.
  • The Manifester.
  • The Prosecutor.
  • The Seeker.
  • The Questioner.
  • The Internal Accountant.
  • The Jester.
  • The Runner.
  • The Director.
  • The Planner.
  • The Worrier.
  • The Builder.
  • The Saboteur.
  • The Examiner.
  • The Spiritual Seeker.
  • The Know All.
  • The Doubter.
  • The Story Teller.
  • The Sign Seeker.
  • The Unloveable.
  • The Feeling Addict.
  • The Believer.
  • The Fixer.
  • The Healer.
  • The Helper.
  • The Teacher.
  • The Perpetrator.
  • The Wounded Child.
  • The Provider.
  • The Ring Master.
  • The Rager.
  • The Project Manager.
  • The Seller.
  • The Beggar.
  • The Suicider.
  • The Tinkerer.
  • The Moodstone.
  • The Contractor.
  • The Justifier.
  • The Praised One.
  • The Claimant.
  • The Keeper.
  • SEEING turns LEAD inside the head into GOLD…

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No escape needed the door is the past.

The door of the past is at the threshold of the inner kingdom, your consciousness.

When the echoes of the past step across the threshold you have a choice.

Close the door and engage with whatever echo has appeared or leave the door open.

Echoes of the past need walls to bounce off, the walls are created by a verdict or a story hook that's been bitten upon.

The door is built so it can be left open. Not so you can stand guard at it. The echo fades in who is seeing it, not the one listening for a verdict or biting on the story hook.

You know you're listening rather than seeing because you feel the lead inside your head and heavy feelings ripple through you.

The harmony of your inner kingdom is lost, as you go to war against yourself.

I AM HERE.

I am here I never left, only the echos of story hooks oh so deft.
Measuring comparing justifying,
A feeling,
What part of me had started to give meaning.

The questioner standing separate tearing me apart,
My body feeling the doubt deep within my heart.
Every meaning feels like lead as I lay in my bed,
Story hooks running through my head.

A fatal attraction is holding me fast,
The oh so familiar feelings are holding me in the past.
How can I escape there irresistible grasp,
A prison made out of a faulty clasp.

I thought I’d thought of every thing,
The very thing I’ve been saying Is holding me in.
No escaped needed the door is the past.
The grasp is mine, I made it last.

I don't leave the story does,
I am here and always was.

I AM HERE