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. That higher intelligence — that all-pervading energy — must affect men, in profound ways that are clearly evident to those who intelligently inquire.
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Just Hangin’ …. Cabbage White Butterfly … by Thomas Peace 2013
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. The truly sacred may visit an entity of silence and innocence, but one cannot ever merely seek it out to obtain or acquire.
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Meeting for lunch… Elderly Black Swallowtail and Grasshopper… by Thomas Peace 2013
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. We think that we are moving and traveling… but psychologically we really remain where we’ve always been (all along).
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Annual Meeting of the Sulphur Butterflies (1) … by Thomas Peace 2013
Annual Meeting of the Sulphur Butterflies (2) … by Thomas Peace 2013
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. Let’s look — for the next few days — not as how society taught us… but without separation, distance, and conflict.
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Silver-Spotted Skipper Butterfly… by Thomas Peace 2013
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. Few, unfortunately, are truly aware of the timeless. Thought is time… for as time, thought is sequential, fixed, and conditioned. Music is sequential too. To go beyond the “conditioned” partially involves ending dependence on mere sequentiality.
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? Question Mark Butterfly ? … By Thomas Peace 2013
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. Interestingly, it may be that barriers between what you are and what you see… are “learned thoughts” that do not, in reality, divide.
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Giant Swallowtail without effort… by Thomas Peace 2013
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. Interestingly, true enlightenment (i.e., nirvana) has nothing to do with visions, images, patterns, sounds, tactile feelings, or your “being.”
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Radiant Butterfly (a Red-Spotted Purple)…Be a jewel among the plain stones… by Thomas Peace 2013
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. One of the chief duties of one’s mind is for it to transcend depression and sadness. Keen, holistic awareness and direct, non-fragmentary perception is the flame that will burn the dross of dull monotony.
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Transcending the low depressions… by Thomas Peace 2013
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. from Stephen Crane:
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The livid lightnings flashed in the clouds;
The leaden thunders crashed.
A worshipper raised his arm.
“Hearken! Hearken! The voice of God!”
“Not so,” said a man.
“The voice of God whispers in the heart
So softly
That the soul pauses,
Making no noise,
And strives for these melodies,
Distant, sighing, like faintest breath,
And all the being is still to hear.”
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Pause by Thomas Peace 2013
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