Prolouge supernova

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PROLOGUE

SUPERNOVA

— For those who want to LIVE —

Welcome.



What you are about to read will not always be easy to understand. In Supernova we will, be talking about billions of years of history. We will follow the movement of something that moves faster than light. We will deal with things that can only be dimly grasped by abstract faith yet nevertheless live deep down in the shriveled-up cells of our minds.

 Please be patient. Within every complexity there is always a simple pattern each one of us can understand. Perhaps it is so simple that our intellect, which for some reason always tries to make everything as complicated as possible, will not be able te accept it. Even so, we will try to study it, to understand how one simple act can destroy all complexities.

I am not a teacher. You are not a student. I simply want to show you the facts. To unravel the spider’s web. To untie the knots in an endless silver thread.

There is one simple paradigm here: wholeness; moving toward one goal, the creation of a better life, for us, for the world.

Supernova is not an occult text. Not a religious institution. Not a course in philosophy. Supernova includes many things—history, myth, science, your supermarket receipts—to show you the nodes in the silver thread of the network of life. Process this information through your own individual filter and adapt it to your own place in reality.

This is a kindergarten, an opportunity to play with life: to live!

In this relative universe so full of uncertainty I can only guarantee you one thing: changing the way you see life will have an enormous impact on the world, one far greater than you could ever imagine.


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