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Background are symbolic wings of the mind, which aureole bubble to the hands of concentration psychic, streaming the cognitive biorhythmic to the physical organs and a surgical bypass of the willpower.
of a bush, or under a table listening for falling war debris to stop, or wishing to escape the harsh firing words deeply hurting our feelings. The willpower is that physical level of anxious moments at re-discovering the comfort of the womb prior to birth.
Resistance to control
there came a period that I felt a vacuum of conscious returning to my apartment in Lille. Thinking about this strange suicidal notion, I begun preparing for the jailbreak and stretched my body in all comfort on my bed. I started up concentrating, separating the elements of my existence. Gripped onto my psyche filling cauliflowerish my brain my psychic the dose of impulsive concentration through the armature of the skull, and my brain the virtual rotor element of a vacuum cleaner's electric motor. I held the nozzle of the suction tube at my temple, concentrate, with a psychic sucking the volume inside my skin occupied by my spirit I soon sense that I was up against a spatial vacuum blown by my physical growth ballooning years of growing up prior to birth, with a psyche that had played a few interesting tricks at my body with an alchemist blending glairiv to give my bodily skin that latex and doll aspect where my spirit stows away in comfort. For a moment I held good Illustration turning the brain into a virtual against the vacuum vacuum cleaner: pressure with a fist The symbolic cauliflower brain, in a fireworks of of concentration in thinking, inside and not shown armature of the skull, against the virtual mechanics of the red and blue my head, and soon [psychic} magnets, spining the rotor of the motor. the motor of my brain over heated, by the unrelenting suction at the elastic tenacious spirit's ill will to be drawn to my temples, and exit gateway. It didn't occur to change tactics, to imagine for a moment my spirit an insufflated vacuum, showing how short sighted I had been, against all expectation thinking that the atmosphere on earth is the rule of our existence, rather than a physical element being ruled through the vacuum of space. My head under the pressure of the vise by my psychic determination, my impatience taking the better without giving the motor a rest. Before my head had cooled down, I made another all out effort while scheming through the next attempts. I begun revving the motor, and as before bounced back the little headway to figure out the collar of my neck and the volume of my body. I tried feeling the pinch of my Psyche in the corner of my temple against the elastic vacuum, which didn't allow to be bypassed. By my psyche I went out into the stretching through the diminished volume of my right arm anchored and pulled to feel the unyielding resistance. crawling further down to my wrist, an attempts at my hand in vain. I turned to concentrate my efforts at the volume and tip of my index finger, without relenting its keep. As a last resort, I pinched from the inside what one does either less hygienic with a bit of teeth and pulling each glove finger until the gloves slips off the hand. given the same elastic on the latex glove of my skin, I came away from a Tug of War effort abandoning the bow tie marker of pulls and resistances at the gateway of my temple. I passed a moment to think where I came from during my attempts seeming a long stretch of hours, and feeling the burned-out mental exhaustion, I had one thought left; 'Starting again after a good sleep.' but, later on waking up disorientated to find twenty-four hours of my life had gone lost, but sprightly I had a thought about that suicidal pocket where I fell.
Consider the psychic hands as the parasol able at pulverizing human living blessings and grudges that are hurled into space by the force of its ideas or, thoughts in other words the weather of goof or evil spells! ii Symbolic a brain, assimilating the pure white mental cloud from which emerges the holographic image of a mental vision. iii I am emphatic about this esoteric bodily volume of the spirit's vacuum, delimited by a latex doll skin that disintegrates in trance until death dissolves which, equal the physical volume of the body. iv I'll get the link in due course with details over the glair of luminescent particles that form the base of matter.