2012-02-03 2nd journal, Mayan day 7 FlintTranscript http://www.scribd.com/doc/81776821Intro:Here I am, high on Light, again, coming in to the journal. What is journaling? Who and what am I, and what does it mean? Is there anything at all that can be salvaged from the bulk of what was known – what I thought I knew, with all my studying, all those amgodiments and so on – that has any ultimate worth? At this point, I suspect not, and that's really something to tangle with. It goes beyond mind-pretzling, even. Indeed.So, where from here? Heck, that sentence doesn't even make any sense – not any real sense, anyway. I'm about ready, now, to throw over all mind sense. It can exist all it likes in the relativity of this 3D plane, but so what? I find out more and more that I'm not that. More accurately, I'm not just that – even though that's what we've all taken ourselves to be for such a long time. Oh well – time moves on.Ha, that's a funny one – time moves on. Time moves out, more likely. At the rate it is going, it will accelerate into infinity shortly, never to be the reality for us, here.Now wait – what is “us here?” Indeed, does that have any sense, any value in it? Very little, I suspect. First, there's no us, just an I, just a One Cosmic Self – all is That. As for “here,” that's just part of the whole time-space thing, which we've gotten quite wrong for such a long time... Less