When you no longer want it. You just don’t want it.

You know those situations when a person walks out of chemotherapy in the middle of it and against all possibilities, makes a full recovery? I don’t actually know if those stories are real, but I tend to believe them; when someone just gets sick of the sick and decides they don’t want it anymore… They’ll put a spiritual protective wall around themselves: “I’m done with that shit. I want something else.” And their attitude toward it is not fear, per se, just being fed up. Done with it. “Don’t want it anymore.”

I believe that once you reach that point with anything, possibly even death (and there are quite a few positives about death so people tend to still opt-in to opt-out), you’ll just stop manifesting it… Like that.

There is a positive manifestation: “I enjoy that.” There’s neutral acceptance: “Well, I’ll allow it as an inevitable,” and there’s positive negative manifestation: “I actively, seriously, namely no longer going accept that into my life and being.”

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