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all-the-art-of-living-lies-in-a-fine-mingling-of-letting-go-and-holding-on
all-art-living-lies-in-fine-mingling-letting-go-holding-on-henry-havelock-ellis
what-really-matters-in-any-little-human-relationship-is-the-affection-between-the-couple-and-not-the-mingling-of-their-beliefs
do-you-know-what-friendship-is-it-is-to-be-brother-sister-two-souls-which-touch-without-mingling-two-fingers-on-one-hand-victor-hugo
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its-not-bad-thing-for-writer-not-to-feel-at-home-writers-were-much-more-comfortable-at-parties-standing-in-corner-watching-everybody-else-having-neil-gaiman
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and-then-he-leaned-forward-my-stomach-collapsed-taking-in-that-last-breath-i-closed-my-eyes-watched-in-awe-as-all-butterflies-flew-up-into-sky-free-mingling-with-exploding-lights
when-i-think-my-childhood-i-see-my-mother-complete-sixties-parent-decked-in-purple-frappe-silk-caftans-acidic-smell-newly-stripped-pine-mingling-with-incense
im-shy-but-im-not-clinically-shy-i-dont-have-social-anxiety-disorder-anything-like-that-i-more-have-gentle-shyness-like-i-have-little-trouble-samantha-bee
the-human-understanding-is-like-false-mirror-which-receiving-rays-irregularly-distorts-discolors-nature-things-by-mingling-its-own-nature-with-it-francis-bacon
photography-has-saturated-us-as-spectators-from-its-inception-amidst-mingling-laboratorial-pursuits-magic-acts-to-its-current-status-as-propagator-barbara-kruger
it-is-not-classified-as-pagan-religion-the-called-new-age-activities-this-are-not-called-religions-therefore-dont-come-under-prohibition-mingling-church-state-that-we-have-in-thi
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skin-is-not-only-envelope-protecting-inner-body-membrane-that-allows-exchange-between-exterior-interior-body-it-also-serves-as-mingling-point-between-outer-world-inner-self-betwe
on-flat-expanse-pancake-ice-war-stood-by-pale-riders-side-though-their-forms-did-not-touch-their-shadows-intertwined-black-on-black-in-smoky-caress-knew-youd-come-death-said-chee
Was it wisdom? Was it knowledge? Was it, once more, the deceptiveness of beauty, so that all one's perceptions, half-way to truth, were tangled in a golden mesh? Or did she lock up within her some secret which certainly Lily Briscoe believed people must have for the world to go on at all? Every one could not be as helter skelter, hand to mouth as she was. But if they knew, could they tell one what they knew? Sitting on the floor with her arms round Mrs. Ramsay's knees, close as she could get, smiling to think that Mrs. Ramsay would never know the reason of that pressure, she imagined how in the chambers of the mind and heart of the woman who was, physically, touching her, were stood, like the treasures in the tombs of kings, tablets bearing sacred inscriptions, which if one could spell them out, would teach one everything, but they would never be offered openly, never made public. What art was there, known to love or cunning, by which one pressed through into those secret chambers? What device for becoming, like waters poured into one jar, inextricably the same, one with the object one adored? Could the body achieve, or the mind, subtly mingling in the intricate passages of the brain? or the heart? Could loving, as people called it, make her and Mrs. Ramsay one? for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge, she had thought, leaning her head on Mrs. Ramsay's knee.

Virginia Woolf
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I am a thin layer of all those beings on [samadhi level] 3, mingling, connected with one another in a spherical surface around the whole known universe. Our "backs" are to the void. We are creating energy, matter and life at the interface between the void and all known creation. We are facing into the known universe, creating it, filling it. I am one with them; spread in a thin layer around the sphere with a small, slightly greater concentration of me in one small zone. I feel the power of the galaxy pouring through me. I am following the programme, the conversion programme of void to space, to energy, to matter, to life, to consciousness, to us, the creators. From nothing on one side to the created everything on the other. I am the creation process itself, incredibly strong, incredibly powerful. This time there is no flunking out, no withdrawal, no running away, no unconsciousness, no denial, no negation, no fighting against anything. I am "one of the boys in the engine room pumping creation from the void into the known universe; from the unknown to the known I am pumping". I am coming down from level +3. There are a billion choices of where to descend back down. I am conscious down each one of the choices simultaneously. Finally I am in my own galaxy with millions of choices left, hundreds of thousands on my own solar system, tens of thousands on my own planet, hundreds in my own country and then suddenly I am down to two, one of which is this body. In this body I look back up, see the choice-tree above me that I came down. Did I, this Essence, come all the way down to this solar system, this planet, this place, this body, or does it make any difference? May not this body be a vehicle for any Essence that came into it? Are not all Essences universal, equal, anonymous, and equally able? Instructions for this vehicle are in it for each Essence to read and absorb on entry. The new pilot-navigator reads his instructions in storage and takes over, competently operating this vehicle.

John C. Lilly
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