The tribes that live near the North Pole have lots of words for snow. Syracuse people have one: snooow… that is pronounced with a guttural growl.
Tailors of suits can tell the type of black fabric they are looking at, though, for most people black is black.
A Sherlock Holmes can tell, from a little bit of ash, what kind of cigarette a person smoked.
But us, mere unconscious mortals, have a difficult time telling things apart, telling hype from helpful suggestion, truth from fantasy, belief from fact.
I got an email today from a one-time teacher of mine, so I checked out Mary Morrissey (personal vibration: 200, truth value of her teaching: 250… that is to say 7% is true, 93% is made up, b.s., misleading, misinformation, crap)
I watched three videos, almost two hours total.
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