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Pineal Gnosis

The worst lie is the one you tell yourself. The greatest lie is the belief in that construct of the mind that you have an actual self to lie to. Truth is empty of the notion of you. A lie is nothing but you. Look to the pinecone, the open cone, look from that third eye that spirit-sight gave to you then hid in the mechanical madness of the brain. That gland set there like a prismatic jewel in the grey matter of illusion wherein dark is brighter than light. Those who understand the symbiology of gnosis will not need to name it other than that gateway to that Higher Self of your Godhead.

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