Watching from above, the mirror of the ocean can be as frightful, daunting and fluid as the fathomless gorge of the abyss. The events in the worlds are like that … it is displaced as it moves silently like mountains over years of being still.
“Silence is such a treasure — in it, one hears the world and her demands, hopes, prayers, pleas … Silence has, in itself a beauty of the Supreme” — AainaA-Ridtz A R
As the veils of dimensions get thinner between themselves … as conscious beings start vibrating vivace, each cells within oscillate in scension, so too the worlds, perspectives and perceptions. Gnosis is breath experienced. One cannot write or speak of being, without being. One cannot leave the throne or the mat without completing.
Hold onto those thoughts if you want them manifested.
Do not speak of it to any other until it has come to pass — Have you never seen how someone else is living your dreams instead? Do not mingle with the crowds as the alchemical process when conceived is found therein the Fields, of Consciousness. As myriad the multiverse, so too the forces of its attraction. How it is formed from the quality of the ingredients coalesced, matters when one desires perfection.
There is nothing but, perfection for therein all imageries of nature is perfection perceived.
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