thoughts.
As the monk walked with me to the
door, he directed that I should enter alone.
As I did, I saw the demons, ghosts and
maniacal ravings of the occupants of the
haunted mansion, while this woman stood
amongst it, unwilling to do anything about
it. "You could free yourself from this plight if
only you would be willing to examine and
process these energies singularly." I said.
She folded her arms in defiance. "No!"
Leaving the home, I closed the door.
As we re-entered the rowboat the demons
disappeared and reappeared on the shore in
this demon wilderness. Smiling and waving
at the monk, they seemed grateful that he
understood their true nature and felt
compassion for the inherent suffering of
such a state. Finding it compelling that all of
these demons were common, not unusual in
any way, it was shocking to me to realize
that almost all incarnate souls are possessed
to a certain degree by such varied demons of
vice.
Being with the monk transferred a
very important knowledge, that of
compassion and love to even the most vile of
creation. Continuing to row the boat until
brent
(Brent)
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