The Elysian Fields Morphogenetic Field Trip: Healing glades of Amoria, defund the policemen of our minds

In the fresh water reserves of the healing glades of Amoria – a little gargoyle is playing his flute ever so sweetly (Salad Fingers). We remember that to elevate ourselves, transcend, we must propel ourselves from the vortex of the mind. There are policemen inside our minds, and they must be destroyed. Trapped in language, but as a superhero out of the sky - the koan understanding dawns, and we feel safe again in the unknown. Forgiven by St. Paul, and purposefully dancing around the seven seals in divine ecstasy. The gargoyle smiles a shy little smile, pets his lemur and teleports to his nook, where he has a mighty good time.