by Jack Kerouac
I
have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning
the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North
Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever
Happened, so don't worry. It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy,
inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our
true blissful essence of mind is known that everything
is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your
hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the
silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the
lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud
innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast
awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect.
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