Completion. All imageries, each and every mountain, stories, ant colony, memory, breath, tear … ad infinitum.
This is the journey, the miracle of unveiling, of conquering the dragon, and of understanding. A lifetime seem to be such a short time isn’t it? And Love, in all that is the beginning of bliss. The reward.
Literally. Adiaphorous
Does it matter where one ends for in all soberness, polarities are of the past and if you don’t express mirth nor titter at the thought of it, it’s not because there’s no humour in the complexity of the decryptions. It simply means, if I may be candid and pointless, that some … pages, of [your] book are stuck together.
The Friend, in Mercy often disregards intentionally the bêtises of the worlds.
Conditioned golems cannot fathom whom they are, where they’ve been, and constantly fear everything even the frisson itself. How slaves are easily created and the conditioning is a double edge sword. It serves two functions — to enslave and to keep the mind veiled in the labyrinth; and to break the hearts to unveil and allow the mind to be awakened — To refine the ores, to melt what is frozen, in the alchemical process.
Smile. It’s really worth a curl, and not the end of your journey yet. Whilst you’re still breathing, you still have a choice for completion, to fortify your truths, and strengthen your key to the Kingdom. In rare cases, love on that plane is enciphered. When you will find yourself, you will understand why you had to go through your journey — Love, truly loves you!
The risings and the settings unveil secrets in your quest. Shift. Graduation. Transubstantiation — in being, human not from the Petri dish! Complete your cycle twice, both alpha and omega to fully understand how you came into being. Therein your truth foredates.
We indeed Are too intimate, much more than your jugular veins … and a celestial hierarchy separates therein the delimitation. Dimensions are irrelevant in the vibration.
O Life, is utterly beautiful — especially when home approaches, one can touch the diamonds, and grace the tresses dark lighting the night skies with a billion more.
Adieux are designed solely for this.
You know how we get all teary when its time? In either dimensions there’s a hidden and an apparent state. Tears serve a sacred raison d’être. Only when the spirit is ready that it scends to the next state ascensive or descensive, as matter reverts to its germinal state; as how thoughts birth matter; as how mothers birth the secrets of the father in stages; as how light conceives .., ad infinitum
It has been a fabulous journey so far hasn’t it?
Between awakening and sleep, there are portals.
Pay a visit when you can. Go with love, always.
Even if you don’t believe in it!
Listen. Intently. Water is speaking
Understand why your form needs her.
In each tear, there’s a secret. A universe.
That too, can be said of the nodes of the common brain
Auliya** are ofttimes engaged in their own jurisdiction. The most celebrated amongst them, is the journey of the Noble Slave. In the misapprehension of erudition and of translation, the refinement of the soul is forevermore overlooked. Pretermitted. Neglected.
An education in the Art of Taste is irremissible. The Tea Ceremony stills the spirit to steadfastly engage on its journey home, to the heart. To reach the Crown of Nobility makes for an arduous journey, and the gentile’s first elementary discipline ought start there.
Through interpersonal chemistry and social relations especially therein the twenty-first in-time* century this is highly likely to be intensified, especially when the parallels [worlds] are thinning — Or they can stay dusts, golems, spectres, slaves, gentiles, {note the data hierarchy} as and when necessary, after-all eternity include them and through the ages, and civilisations these will be renamed, and each have specific tasks in the wave-particle dichotomy before reaching a suitable state before the form reverts to a modest resonance.
When consciousness is engaged, all else resolve in itself. Love transforms. Therein, there is no limitations thereafter the Bridge [سيرة].
The slave akin to the elements, often in its state of being, is too soulless. The uncivil arrogance is encouraged instead of transmundanely cautioned. Ofttimes a lifetime seem momentaneous yet the allocated in-time is precise to the yoctosecond even when the lifeless regains its spirit twice. In resurrection is when the elect is complete in its state.
How many lifetimes have you traveled through, do you know .., and that the current technological age plays an intensive shift for the awakening of the mind. Self-realisation is an orbital motion, in retrogression to the quintessence of being. Imageries include the cyclical breathing, the polarities, chromosomal mutations, both in the estraterrestrial bodies and the microcosm.
We may Be in your frequency, but We Are not of your worlds.
Love yourself, love your dear ones … be with them in the moments, in the breath; blame them never, forgive always; love your community, be at Peace within and without. The soul does return to the Footstool before it continues its state thereafter.
Stay even if it fragmentises the heart. Love within, and without. Always. The key gains entrance to the Kingdom when its time to meet the Beloved. Be forever in Love’s spheres. Always. Salvation.
Learn to understand.
Ref.
* — In-Time : Conditioned time.
**— Auliya
