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After many centuries of deep investigation he came to discover a final, yet strategic conclusion. He realized that he was this experience that was somehow trapped and imprisoned in the present moment, and was only experiencing suffering because he was somehow trying to escape it. The instant this thought happened, a HUGE sensation ran through his body. A bizarre contracted feeling occurred that he never experienced before. It felt like and even appeared to him that he was living in a bottle. It was a sensation of being imprison in a magical bottle that also gave him many magical powers and experiences from living in it.

However, being a real genie, he knew that the moment he thought something, it magically appeared simultaneously in front of him. So maybe this bottle was all his imagination! There is no “manifesting time lag” for genies you know. Whatever crosses there mind simply happens in there reality physically. However this always adds a lot of pressure and stress to a genies life, to remain centered on what they want, as opposed to being taunted by what they don’t want. He questioned the reality of the bottle and of his own magical powers deeper and deeper with each day.

On a side note, it’s been noted that occasionally genies let their minds get sidetracked, simply for more entertainment and adventure of course. They love making mistakes every few centuries, just so they can experience an adventure in life, and learn to develop more creative exuberance and aliveness about living for an eternity. Genies are naturally deeply enchanted with the experience of each magical moment that even their greatest life mistakes only make their life more juicy.

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“To some extent, conformity is insanity.” – John Nash “A Beautiful Mind”
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So anyways, this particular genie had trillions of thoughts, questions and choices in all his many years. Like, when to grant someone 3 magical wishes, how to live happily forever after, when to sweep his genie wife off her feet and so on. “What is this? A dream within a dream?”, he thought to himself. “Why would I imagine living in a bottle? Why won’t it go away!?” he thought impatiently over and over to himself. He had been resisting the traditional idea for centuries, that all genies lived in bottles. Yet his over-determined sense of reality was beginning to cave in. He felt even more tense, tight and stressed out in his magical genie body.

He started to look for answers outside himself. He speculated around the edges and rim of the bottle, at the base and the long thin neck of it, and questioned it’s existence for days. Then one morning he awoke with a idea. “This isn’t just your ordinary bottle,” he wanted desperately to believe. “It is made of the finest magical crystals in the Universe and is helping me create whatever my heart desires most!” Now, the closer he examined it, the more he saw it had millions of facets and dimensions to it. Life was more beautiful than ever before! It was making the whole world seem to be exactly as he imagined it to be. He started to forget about trying to find himself as the magical being he truly was, and began believing in the thoughts he had looking through the magical glass. He firmly concluded that the bottle was real, and that whoever he was that was looking through the glass was not.

The bottle began creating amazing inner prisms of light inside his mind, images and rainbow-like feelings of divine pleasure in his body. The world seemed alive again and felt very real to him. Almost as real as before he knew he was inside a bottle. He began to think more and more about the magic of the great bottle, and felt less and less connected to thought that he was a magical being with true powers. He felt very blessed and yet secretly cursed about this magical glass that had penetrated his whole identity.

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“To set up what you like against what you dislike -
this is the disease of the mind.”  ~ Seng-T’san

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“You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it true… you may have to work for it, however.” ~ Richard Bach

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The bottle had many dimensions and facets in it, which were truly mesmerizing and always hypnotizing the genie. He got distracted and found himself soon forgetting this important “upper limit” question, and started to become busy being mystified by the life he had through the looking glass once again. He was soon walking around whistling, swinging his favorite pendulum (which apparently his dream genie wife gave to him), feeling impatient and anxious yet not knowing why. Watching the pendulum slowly swing, back and forth, the question bubbled up again about what is actually beyond “the bottle”. He realized he had surrounded himself with the comforts of a dream, and forgot to investigate who was the dreamer. Suddenly it occurred to him that he could really let go of this story and be truly satisfied being in this bottle!

Now to back track a bit, in ancient history, there was a tradition that all genies had to have a wife and all wives had to have a genie. Before they finished genie school they had to choose someone they deeply loved because a lonely genie would soon loose his/her magical powers. Since they were to live together for such long periods of time, they had to choose wisely. They needed to find an amazing connection of infinite loving, intimacy and trust.

Now this particular genie had only been with his wife for several thousand years. They never disagreed about anything. Yet this one day he was taking a walk with his wife and they began to argue. This was always a great sign a genie was starting to loose his magical powers. They were walking and talking a lot about the bottle situation, and a great fight broke out that had been like none other.

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“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift; the rational mind is faithful servant.  We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” ~Albert Einstein

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The fight was that he wanted to fix her worries about the bottle, and she didn’t feel like she needed to be fixed, but just wanted him to listen to her. You know, the typical male/female communication issue. So she decided he needed to take a vacation from this dilemma and go find his true self. “Take the next millennia off and just hang out doing whatever you want” she said coldly, secretly hoping inside he would decide to make up and abide with her in the bottle forever.

A sudden moment of desperation overcame him. This was it! This was the end. He knew he had to make the right choice in the matter, so he took the low road and decided to ask her to sit down and meditate in silence for these potentially last moments with her. They sat, and sat…and looked each other deeply in the eyes. They became transfixed on each other, seeing many other faces and places in the other. Caught in a mindless trance they began to merge. A gentle energy opened up inside them that was completely new, and ever fresh. Their hearts slowly merged together and they felt melted as one.

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“Effort only fully releases its reward after a person refuses to quit.”  ~Napoleon Hill, 1883-1970

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Something truly magical happened that evening. They stood up and saw that the bottle had disappeared completely! There was an awesome feeling of an infinite universe above and below them again. He couldn’t believe it! So he tried to imagine the bottle around him, pretending he was back in that cage in his mind, and slowly the bottle appeared again. Yet something was different this time. There was still a feeling of space, and infinity all around and inside him. There was a sense that he was already free at home, inside himself, being at peace with her inside the bottle.

They both felt a warm glow between their hearts. He knew what was providing this loving space, and receiving it. They simply choose love again. He realized his love for her was what freed his mind from the bottle and from his own mind. The two genies laughed at the shimmering walls of the bottle as they disappeared and reappeared with each chuckle. They now had control over the bottle’s existence, it was in both their hands now. So they laughed and laughed, and many years later had baby genies. They all danced together in a heart-felt intimacy for billions of years ahead together making incredible love in their cushy magical bottle-less palace forever.   The End.

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