Lance Allred the official website of the Lance Allred who is not the professional Poker player

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Yes, you have Tolle on your shelf to fake
Us, Lance, but are you Dead enough to read it?
You may be awake, but are you Awake?
-Enough to see the apocalyptic

Truth, that is nothing and everything,
All at once? Can you see the ego fight
With its rabid teeth, holding its being
Separate and unique, special and right?

Are you watching the ego, as it writes
Its own paradoxical eulogy
Which calls for its demise, yet with spite
Its own self-martyred immortality,

With these very words being written here
Now?- A blood trail, to a grand sepulchre,
Where reads, carved and enshrined with special care
“Here rests my identity, remember

Me always, please? I was special. I was.”
I really was though. I was supposed to
Be a hero, an inspiration that does
Or did amazing things- even save you.

I was to be a source of good and light
To help those who had been lost, to be found,
To be right, But alas, I…… I,I,i,i.
That is all that I truly am- a sound.

And being right? Well, that’s overrated.
Once that illusion, your truth, waxes thin
You’ll seek another conflict, with heated
Self-importance to keep you from within;

To keep you from the present- lost somewhere
In that bright past, where you are always right,
Or in that dangerous, hopeful future
Where you will never fade into the night.

Welcome, Lance, to the present, to the Now,
And all that really is- Now. The past does
Not exist: its Now came and went with a bow,
Just as the future will come without fuss.

Now- is all that you truly have. Nothing
Else. Now. No more, no less. Just Now. All else
Is an image in your mind, just a fling
Of emotions that you carve with brain cells

To create a figment- an identity.
A,e,i,o,u and some other sounds,
That’s about it: what our minds can say and see.
Yet you think you can define and ground

God? You think, with only 5 vowels, a few
Vibrations that human vocal chords can
Make with which human ears can hear, that you
Can establish the Universe? Silly Lance.

Welcome to a new place, where the ego
Cannot dwell, cannot judge, cannot fear- Now.
And where is Now? A void- A place of no-
self. And in no-self, what Is, you allow.

You accept, love and most important-
You forgive. And when you truly forgive
The ego dies, for there is no conflict.
And the ego needs conflict to survive,

It needs to be a victim, it needs to
Hold on to the merit badges of past
To make its identity, of who you are.
But be still, forgive, forgive and alas

Go into the void: be nothing. Feel how
You’re nothing and everything all at once.
But, if I am nothing, who I am I Now?
Do I still like Trix? Can I still dance

In the shower to Bryan Adams songs?
Can I still be funny, clever with wit?
Which traits, will my essence then carry on,
When we cross that veil which we so fear? What

Traits are my own Being and not the ego?
My head hurts- Because I am destructing,
And ‘cause my ego is pissed off right now.
But I will continue on, attracting

Others who are Awake, others who can
Hear me, who can see me, beyond the blind
Physical world of confining illusions.
Let the shift begin; Let the shift begin.

And let those who still need to Awake, Awake
In their own due paradoxes of time;
For time only exists- Now. Shift and quake,
Rattle the walls of every paradigm,

And be free; free to die and Be. So, shift!
For the great “unveiling” soon comes: Now, shift.