*image by Ben Harubin

Ghosts create, then populate, the mind's reality.

In another galaxy was once a planet which started out with creatures who
had what we now refer to as "mental capacities," but the name of the world
turned out to be S.O.S.W.D.T.A -- Sing One Song While Dancing To Another.
At first everyone will say they've never heard of the place...then a few,
after further reflection, find it sounds familiar.

In another reality, a man once implanted a parrot's brain into a leopard.
Another example of a news story about which no additional comment seems needed
...if indeed possible

There was once a man who longed to be in "show biz," so he put together a ventriloquist act wherein he made a wooden dummy appear to converse with him and the audience, and he therewith achieved a degree of fame and fortune, but soon grew weary of it.
He then became a magician and made small objects appear and disappear, and this too brought him an acceptable amount of success, but it also soon lost its appeal and he became a stage hypnotist, making people fall in and out of a trance.
And although he became quite well known in this area, he eventually lost interest in it also. After considering several possibilities, he decided to become an agent -- an agent representing only himself...a man who no longer had an act.
(Get it?)

Man's reality is REAL reality put in grammatical form,
with all the proper punctuation
especially periods and conjunctions.

One man hired an out-of-work oracle to travel around with him and constantly say to him that he had an invisible twin living inside of him. After some time so employed, the oracle (to his complete surprise) \had his own awakening and became a landscaper.

Weed Tip:
Everyone with any sense, by now, should realize that -- above all
you must hire yourself to do that which must be done.

Advanced Fungus Alert:
Eventually the sensible recognize that there is nothing to be done,
and can thus "let themselves go" and save (by God) a bundle on wasted salary.

One man was forced to ultimately query himself regarding this matter:
"What am I to make of the fact that my normal state of consciousness doesn't bother me
until I make it bother me?"