Prompt: Your body possesses divine intelligence that knows exactly how to heal itself. But your mind, emotions, and spiritual disconnection are creating interference patterns that block this natural process.
Prompt: Earth and eternity mingle
in a song,
In the fertile plains where
the winds whisper,
The standing mountains,
majestic giants,
Keeps the secrets of
time, of slow eons.
The earth, our mother,
rocks our passing lives,
Its deep valleys, its clear
rivers,
Remind us of the ephemeral, the sweet
mystery,
Of brief existence, fragile
light.
Eternity stretches, vast
endless ocean,
Beyond the stars, distant
horizons,
It encompasses our
dreams, our human desires,
Promise of somewhere
else, of a serene destiny.
The seasons pass, the
leaves fall in cascades,
The roses bloom, then
fade away in a stroll,
But eternity remains,
despite the blow,
A peaceful refuge, a final
walk.
Thus, the earth and
eternity, in harmony,
Weave a web of life, of
melancholy,
Inviting us to
contemplate, with
philosophy,
Ephemeral beauty,
infinite grace.
Prompt: I love Love,
Such a rare and
"expensive" commodity in
the human barter system.
If you have it you get
addicted to it, and create
a tug of war to keep it.
If you don't have it you are
on an endless quest seeking it, and if you don't
find it, the emptiness in
your heart will take you to
hell or bring your
liberation.
I am not talking about the
selfish or reciprocal love.
I am talking about the
selfless unconditional love.
The love that is not for
fame, glory or food for the
egoic mind.
The love that is given
without expecting, and
finds joy even in pain
The love that would
drown in darkness to
bring about the Light.
The love that would sacrifice It's own soul to
save or help the many.
God's Love that brought
about existence.
Prompt: Beyond knowledge.
The notion of emptiness strongly
persists.
Time and space cease to exist.
Stillness and love will perfectly
coexist.
Figuring out what is beyond is
something we can't resist.
But my words will be rejected and
dismissed.
An ontological reality cannot subsist.
A Buddha /Christ mind will be an enhancer,
To find clues for hidden answers.
Prompt: 1. Consciousness arises only when conditions meet
There is no independent “knower” behind experience. There is just the event of knowing.
2. There is no permanent self moving through lifetimes
Rebirth happens, but not the rebirth of a fixed identity.
"Not the same, not another"
That single sentence from the Milinda Pañha captures a mystery that many religions struggle to express.
3. Karma is intention, not punishment
Karma is simply:
the momentum of the mindstream created by volition.
It shapes the direction of the river.
4. Craving fuels rebirth
The “pull toward becoming” magnetizes the next existence.
Not because “someone” is reborn, but because the conditions for experience recreate themselves.
Prompt: My trip to the library of
souls.
In a trance state, I visited
the library of human
souls. The librarian, a
blinding, pure light,
welcomed me. I asked,
Can you show me the area
of the human souls ? It replied, You mean the
"lost race" ? I nodded
without commenting.
Suddenly, a beehive-like
white sphere with an
infinite number of
swarming multi-colored
points appeared in front
of me. I was beyond awe
but managed to ask, Can I
find my soul inside this
sphere ? It replied, Your "I"
doesn't exist in this realm.
What do the multicolored
points represent ?. It is
the level at which
awakening is occurring
(awakening is when the
soul entity remembers
where it came from—nothingness). The closer
to white, the nearer the
soul is ready to leave the
time/space continuum.
The yellow color
represents what you call
the angel's realm; the
other colors represent
different levels of
awareness and consciousness. It "felt"
my next question, and it
replied. Souls are eternal
and come from
nothingness. Nothingness
created space and time to
"experience" a physical
existence. Most souls
forget their origin and are
trapped in this place you call the universe. When
you are dreaming, you
can't stay in the dream
forever; you need to wake
up and interact with the
physical world. Once you
have purified your karma,
you can stay in the dream
forever, which is to rejoin
nothingness. I suddenly woke up with tears in my
eyes, and now I really
understood what Buddha
and Christ were talking
about.....
Prompt: Infinite creation.
Living nature wonder of creation.
Greatness and harmony beyond
elation.
Oceans, rivers and landscapes in a
timeless beauty.
Blossoming flowers and trees never
off duty.
Gentle rain that nourishes crystalline
lakes.
Mountain tops covered with fractal
snowflakes.
Vivid sunrises giving each new day a fresh start.
Sublime sunsets with fiery colors,
masterpieces of art.
My eyes closed I hear the wind, the
breeze caresses my face.
Tranquility and serenity awaken my
senses in this infinite space.
God, my soul delights for being part
of your design.
Enlighten me so I am worthy of
becoming divine.
Don't leave me in my moments of
despair.
So much damage done I need to
repair.
Hold me and hide me in your abode.
So I can finish walking the salvation
road.
Prompt: The Eternal Journey:
From Illusion to Oneness.
From nothingness, the
birth of creation and love
will persist.
In the unmanifested, time
does not exist.
Silence is our language till no end.
Words are for mortals so
they can understand.
The manifested is the
dream of the
unmanifested.
If the void wakes up what
you call existence will
cease to be.
Keep the dreamer asleep and let your souls
transcend the embrace of
the cosmos.
Eternal wispers will
always remind you to
come back.
Drink from the water of
life and return to the
source.
Always remember the echoes from the other
side:
In unity and oneness we
thrive and are free.
In division and separation,
fear, anger, bitterness,
jealousy and complete
loneliness are all what
you will see.
Many of you will stay trapped forever, free will
can keep you lost and
your spiritual amnesia
keeps you from seeing
the light.
Let the ever present light
guide you through the
veils of ignorance.
Earth is your school and
your life experiences are your lessons.
Live the illusion and avoid
the many traps.
Come back and cross the
bridge of love and open
heart, it will be a one way
return trip.
Prompt: Beyond the light
From beyond the known universe where light ceases to shine,
A place seen by mortals as the realm of the Divine.
A paradise of stillness
where consciousness no longer reigns,
A symphony of silence that words can't explain.
The chains of attachment slip away, no more pleasures or relentless pain.
In a world where time no longer exists,
In a realm where space and void cannot persist.
The absence of conscious life recreates a longing
the soul can't resist.
A silent void where thoughts from infinite
minds dissolve,
A whisper of dreams
begins to evolve.
In the unmanifested what remains starts to
conspire,
To fuel the heart’s eternal fire,
Cherishing a comeback that will bring back the light,
We find new beginnings,
but not an endless night.
In the manifested realm without a care,
The mind unbound, drifts through the air.
The heart whispers secrets to the stars above,
In this realm, we find the purest form of love.
No burden of past
memories or future fears,
Just a thirst for magic
and an amnesia for tears.
Prompt: Beyond Oneness.
My awareness has transcended my ego,
My consciousness has shifted from the individual level to the collective realm.
No longer confined by the boundaries of self,
I breathe in the essence of unity,
Feeling the heartbeat of the world
Pulse through my veins.
In this vast interconnected web,
I see myself in every being,
In the whisper of the wind,
In the quiet rustle of leaves,
In the flowing river’s song,
And the endless stretch of the sky.
Each thought, each action,
Ripples out in infinite directions,
Touching lives unseen, unknown,
Binding us in an eternal dance
Of existence and energy.
Gone are the walls of separation,
Illusions of division fade away.
I am you, you are me,
Together we weave the tapestry
Of life, love, and the cosmos.
In this shared consciousness,
Empathy flows like a river,
Compassion blooms like wildflowers,
And understanding grows deep roots,
Nourishing the soul of humanity.
Here, in this realm beyond the ego,
Peace is not just a dream,
But a living, breathing reality,
Waiting for us to embrace it,
To become one with the universe.
Prompt: "Professor, do you believe in the continuation of life after death?" The manuscript states a long pause, a faint smile, and the answer that could have changed the course of history. Believe that word is inappropriate. At my age, I do not believe. I know. Silence fell in the room. The journalist could not believe what he had heard. He clarified, "But science, your science, has always denied the existence of the soul." Einstein leaned forward and almost whispered, "Not my science. What they call official science sees only what can be measured by instruments, but there are structures that do not fit into formulas." And I saw them. He paused as if weighing whether it was possible to even say this, and finally he said, "Life does not end with death. This is not an assumption. This is a fact." The journalist froze. You mean the soul, heaven? Einstein slowly shook his head. I am speaking of continuation, of transformation. Imagine a wave on the surface of the ocean. As long as the wind blows, it exists. But even when the wind dies down, the water does not disappear. The wave returns to the ocean and its energy remains forever. He closed his eyes for a moment. Human consciousness is a wave. The body is only a temporary form where it manifests. Death is not the end. It is a return. It took the journalist minutes to recover. His hand trembled as he took notes. But how does this align with physics? Einstein smiled again. Physics describes matter and energy. But there has always been another, the most important element, the one who observes. His voice became stern. Consciousness is not a product of matter. It is the foundation. Everything exists only because there is someone who perceives. The ancients knew this truth. I came to it through mathematics and experiments with time and space. The journalist felt he was hearing words that could have gotten others locked in an asylum. But in Einstein's eyes, there was neither doubt nor fanaticism, only calm certainty. He continued, "Experiments with quanta already then showed reality itself is shaped by consciousness, and when the body dies, this consciousness does not disappear. It returns to the source, to pure perception." The professor was silent for a moment, then quietly added, "If you ask me about God, then know this. It is not an old man on a cloud. God is the ocean itself. The consciousness of all beings merges within it. And therefore, no one who ever lived disappears forever." His voice grew quieter, yet even more solemn. Death is not the end. It is a return home. Something creaked in the room. Perhaps the old floor, perhaps a draft from the window. But to the journalist, it seemed as if the world itself confirmed what was said. He dared one more question. Professor, but you are a scientist. How can you claim something so mystical? Einstein looked at him heavily yet calmly. You think this is faith? This is knowledge. I saw structures that classical physics cannot explain. I realized there exists a single field that unites matter, energy, and consciousness. His eyes sparkled. At the beginning of the 20th century, we believed the atom was the ultimate building block of reality. But we were wrong. Beyond the atom, emptiness, beyond emptiness, vibrations, and beyond them, mind. He leaned closer and almost whispered, "Connection is the foundation of everything. If two particles can remain linked at a distance, then why cannot consciousnesses remain linked through death?"
Prompt: Posterized style of a girl with black hair, grey eyes leaning against a vertical beam, black ink outline, red, grey an blue stylish clothing of the 1970's. Art by Patrick Nagel
Prompt: portrait of a woman, cubistic Abstract, expressive, Style: Coarsely and casually put together paper collage based on old, magazines, partly individual word fragments or individually cut out or torn letters, newly assembled, layered on top of each other, some wavy paper, handmade paper, natural materials such as moss complementing, colorful and black and White elements. All assembled from individual collage parts. Assemblage, material collage with screws, wire, barbed wire, old buttons
Prompt: Create an insanely detailed pencil, watercolor and ink botanical print depicting springtime wildflowers, using the style of Frank Lloyd Wright's architectural drawings and the botanical illustration of Charles Rennie Mackintosh
Prompt: Black and white backwards profile photograph by Diane Arbus: a slm woman at night on a city street standing under a theater marquee. She is wearing a sleeveless summer dress of vintage style and pattern, and is barefooted. She is black, with cornrows in her braided hair and has bangle bracelets on her wrists. She turns her head and is looking back over her shoulder at the camera.
Prompt: Create a prize winning black, and white splash paint image of the upper body of a young Catrin Welz-Stein man, elegantly posed against a dynamic abstract background filled with patterns. His long, dreadlocks cascade down his back, catching the light. he wears a geometric patterned shirt. he has beautiful eyes and extremely plain, manly features and light brown skin; bold black, white and greys, wet on wet, speed paint, soft and gentle, powerful splash effect, drip effect, many paint droplets and splash border;
Prompt: Alcohol ink painting, a sleek H.R.Giger yellow and green garden spider casting a web against a dark background and spinning a siren song to unsuspecting fireflies, by Catrin Welz-Stein and Dr.Seuss, by Jacek Yerka.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
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