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Seperated at Birth: The Key is Finding my Other Self
Published on December 6, 2005 By JJK In Fiction Writing
Hello,

Have you ever heard yourself, (particulalry in regards to having crucial similarities)or someone else say: "We must have been seperated at birth?" Earlier, today, my mother Terra, and her best friend, and virtual sister, Sherra, mentioned the potential possibility of having been seperated at birth, because of their intensely, critical similarities. I was sitting at a far end of the table, between them, conversating, and what not, and when they mentioned this seperation thesis, I immediately said, aloud: "I was seperated, from myself, at birth, and now I need to find myself, again." It was only after, that I had a chance to think, that I realized the profundity of the verbal carnival, I just promoted.

Instead of having to find ourselves, with the idea of attaching ourselves to some out-extended plateau, whereas the real destination is a need to regress, to truth. To assist our more common thinking patterns we can think of it as a kind of forward-rewind- salvation, where we reach forward only to find what we left behind. Our goal, here, is to reconnect, to exhume, a once-displayed reality, (which may be the only real reality) back in the before-yesterday-kind-of-existence, where everything just was, as it was, and was known unto itself, as it was known.

If we introvert ourselves, with open hearts, we can easily immerse remembering that feeling, that exquisite internal painting that was once a portrait of who we really are, rather than what we are going through, on the way back. The reason for everything out, has begun from a process that is within. The reasons for everything (including millions of bitchy things I don't understand) is somewhere within me. I think I'll go take a ride to the local gas station, and ask for a map, of this recondite, and exclusive resort. Gas stations, are the secret libraries of all exceptional knowledge.

yours and mine truly,
JJK

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