Free Will Astrology : The Televisionary Oracle


	Buy your copy today! Return to chapter index More words from Rob: Images are Dangerous How I Got Started in the Horoscope Writing Business	Chapter 7 What if Arthur C. Clarke was correct when he said that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic? What if such "supernatural machines" exist on this earth, and are not commandeered by military or government elites? What if there really are, as have always been rumored, mystery schools that harbor enlightened masters and shamanic geniuses and witchy saints who ceaselessly conspire to foment beauty, truth, love, and justice? And what if these magi have conjured a supernatural machine which can, with your permission, beam carrier waves directly into your brain tissue, using your skull as a transceiver? And what if the sole purpose of these transmissions is to link your conscious ego to the inaccessible part of your brain called your higher self or guardian angel or inner teacher? Relax. Breathe sweetly and deeply. As you inhale, become aware that every one of your heart's beats originates in a gift of love directly from the Goddess Herself. As you exhale, allow every cell in your perfect animal body to purr with luminous gratitude for the enormity of the blessings you endlessly receive. Become aware that any residue of hatred still tainting your libido is draining out of you into the good earth. Continue to breathe sweetly and deeply. Now gently explode yourself into an even more serene shimmer of reverence. Feel the lustful compassion flowing from your mitochondria in spiral hallelujahs. Sense the flocks of blood-red angels floating across the grey-green pupils of your eyes, dropping bunches of fresh beets to celebrate your homecoming. You are now more at peace than you have ever been in your life. Your body feels the way it does after you've floated for an hour in warm seawater. The calcium in your bones and the iron in your blood are swarming with memories of how they were originally forged at the core of a red giant star that died billions of years ago. Now imagine that you're dreaming, but you're also wide awake. You're both and neither. It's not exactly like an out-of-body experience and it's not exactly like virtual reality, yet it feels like both. You're in the Drivetime, the wormhole that connects the Dreamtime and the Waketime. You have become one with the Televisionary Oracle. What if by merely imagining these possibilities you have cast a brainy love spell on yourself, linking your conscious ego to the inaccessible part of your brain called your higher self or guardian angel or inner teacher? Read Chapter 8

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