We Call That Self...

 

So speaking with the ghosts haunting my head, I came to teach about the infinite as Godhead. Composed of atoms of infinitesimal space and living a life of a family of conjuring creators sharing and enjoying their creations. They said humbug, we call that self the "cotton candy machinery" between the ears deluded self, thinking it is omnipotent just to be stirred from such delusions by cotton candy eaters.

So then I taught about the self dwelling in its Creation, sharing more than food and drink from God but also the great light in the sky called the Sun. Transforming its brain and body into a beam of self-controlled light it is capable of many wonders. They said we call that self the madman who is thinking it is light as a lycanthrope thinks it is a wolf only to be hallucinating. It is merely a sun poisoned brain gone mad.

So then I taught what they believed, the self in the brain, or head they worship as a little God because it is capable of great things. It is the "cotton candy machinery" holder that can grow in its base charge to becoming able to conjure its visions in copies of things it has experienced or even create the things it dreams of with its printer capacity. It is not as potent to me as the self in the light, or the self in infinite Godhead. The thoughts in my head I call ghosts, though, believe in Scientific matter, not in metaphysical things like infinity or transformation by sunlight.