Pour ceux qui aiment le monde — Il y a un voile qui sépare entre la vue et l’œil, entre le coeur et l’esprit
There is a screen, a veil that separates between sight and eye, between Heart and mind. This in its core essence a simile to the greater polarisation of cognitive states. To obnubilate the radiation, to empathise, to cross the bridge of life, to understand … that and more have been collectively interlaced, translated and projected in the apparent as events from the emanations of the Word, for l’humanité to decipher whilst over the centuries, these were staunchly guarded, and became the substructure of the illusion as we know it today.
The social chaos pulls the discharge in and then, sparks levels of vibrations and conflict in the luminesce, the state of paramnesia and as you see, no matter how one reacts in the apparent world, it still is the ephemeræ that one is dealing with, yet at the touch of the solid state, it still is from within the self, the vibrational radiation … the issue that needs healing, that needs rectifying starts from without as so within, below as above, in scension, the breathing; whilst the amber that’s still glowing, the refinement, the finesse of the dimensional perspectives assuming therein the monad, begs comprehension and reading the dimensions no matter how isometrical the vibrations may be.
Vous aurez réussi votre existence le jour où vous n’aurez plus aucune crainte de la mort, aucun regret, ni aucune nostalgie
The ego, unlike the soul is always ready to escape the mundane and as one ascends, sees, that if its not being enslaved and chained to an ideal irrespective the degree, as it was the edge of an emanation, hence, were amongst the offsets of the vibrational string; its constancy of being from nothing, to the first drop like a fugitive out of its confinement, is perceived in the mind as being disregarded; the fall. And it commenced in the patriarch schema, these concrescence of the elements when unknowingly, it self-inflicts after a non-divisional is trespassed — That impression of having to pose in masquerade, a promise to itself. Instead of escaping the sluggish ravines it is drawn without and are being entertained instead of living suite, the journey’s end in worlds without veils.
The beauty of being in the state of Being, is not in being indifferent to the unawakened worlds, but in mingling with it that the meaning is served — « In the world but not of the world; John 17: 14-18 » if this is not properly conceived, then the seemingly living, is yet to be fully awakened … to fully Self–realised; to fully realising the divinity within, as without.
A great task at hand for those who are still groping in the light of day, eliciting proselytism in some spiritual rebirth of sorts instead of realising the Divine Word.