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For me: 6 months culminated into the knot of release of suffer. Go within or go without.

Personally, art is my internal outlet. For other's it's writing and hey I enjoy writing to but it does not have the same effect on me. Yes this is pretty damn dark, but hey so is mental health sometimes. My art is an expression from deep within always which I do not (can not) hold back. 

Snake Charmers / Snake Charming. Well what do you think that is? Validation seeking? Appraisal seeking (likes)? Living by the opinion of others? Living confined in the box you put yourself in with perceived thoughts? Judging yourself? Allowing the masses of masks judge you? Indeed. 

"Real freedom is freedom from the opinions of others. Above all, freedom from your opinions about yourself. "

Absolutely. What a trap this can be. Shatter these walls. Burn the chapel, kick down the defined paths, burn the bridges. Root yourself up in inner equanimity, wipe this unnecessary dust from your eyes. 

Rise up while holding out a hand to bring others up.All Rights Reserved

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