In a world of mirrors, not everything need be reflected; reflections as much an illusion for the mind to decipher, is nothing but a footprint, a trace of the chapters we weave, in civilisations, and histories. Understand.
Just like paintings with its hues, its weight, its oil on canvas appreciated and treasured overtime eventually auctioned for nothing less than a few hundred million to grace walls in guise of cultured elegance.
O how evolution has violated the very sublimity of apotheosis.
What then are they, these on the traumatised planet they proclaim home, seeking apart from an eternal continuance? Surely, in the very facet of their congenital facets are found the very scale needed to be transposed … Are the Tellurians with their limited scope in the observation of imageries, all too busy re-conditioning other than themselves on their journeys only they can endure and witness; or do they with such collectedness, collaboratively engaging dénouements for the very destructions conceived from the blueprints of wars, in the present just now that will one moment in-time, centuries later eventually, within a blink become an intrusive yore?
And this is history? Surely they jest!
The future demands that — Awakening and the new world is synonymous to that upthrust; one does not leave the past, rather understand the process in the renunciation to move forwards and upwards, deeper into the fractures of the in-time passing through civilisations, histories; the unearthing of one’s evidence not conjectures, to embrace the very nature of the Word itself and understanding that the temple within is indicative of the collective realisation, the scension in Love’s Spheres.
The circumpolar of the circumpunct, the Taijitu (太極圖); the Star of David, the Satkona Yantra; the Cube
How much reconstructive value is needed, in a civilised modern world, as collective humanity to complete the transition, the modulations of the whole scale in frequencies — when the two Earths become as the Night, and as the Day, that which is empty, embraced by that which is the oceans of satiety, the wine that quenches and never again thirst; the Seasons that cure every curse — understand instead of throwing stones.
Face yourselves, the reflections in the Mirror instead of accusing others of non-intelligence, of non-sight.
How men marvel at clouds, mountains and oceans yet seek not in the minuscule of things, how these dirts, humified wiesenboden, multiverses as immense as a thousand verses in stratum are intensely and delicate like the placement of stars perceived from the exosphere through the troposphere, right down to the blastosphere, in itself, confers a threshold of aesthesis’
The hieroglyphs indicate the journey of a thousand and one resurrection, as the living Qur’aan in its sixty six thousand sixty six verses, of the perfected seal of wealthy continuance.
No, the worlds are too busy at creating stories without having lived, nor pondered upon how the whole were conceived. The constituents of a cup, is the epitome of the emptiness that forms of itself, in the template, the alchemy. Instead of embracing the very nature of peace, veiled minds entertain the ideas of chaos without understanding, how to calm the storm when it gets out of hand; agitate instead of recalibrating, harmonising the states. Instead of questioning the answers vice versa, and connecting the stars without naming, these sophisticated flame-throwers, and stone throwers engage in more wars instead of implementing remedies.
What is the relation of the Uni in the Verse to you, as human beings? What is the relation of Life to that which is moribund?
What is all this clamouring when hollowness is all that they valiantly proclaim — No, the angels, and the mermaids do not sing metal, no matter how attractive they may appear in these sightless. Refined frequency begets a harmonisation that is beyond any terrestrial configuration, yet it is necessary to commence from a common tone, from the Earth itself as it is the middle C, the indication of the cross in the seas of non-things, yet in itself replicates the scale that forms the Sea of Silence, profound in its profoundness.
Emptiness is not formlessness
Thrusting forwards calls forth living knowledge, not conjectures and imagination therein and thereupon the journey of such wondrous sights and incurvations; what it is delineating, and how with it, have them in contemplation, calm throughout the journey of many journeys. Instead they fought with such overbearing pride, instead of understanding that the very nature of fire that is them, ravishes everything in sight but au lieu d’ascending and vibrating at a higher frequency, begetting lights, most are engulfed in the seas of desultory, and call this pretence, Love — How empurpled!
Does it take two thousand terrestrial years that much destruction to understand something tis minimalist? Does it take so much hypocrisies, deceptions and genocide, to comprehend that the circuses are filled with clowns, fooling themselves? Like hyenas mocking at the very reflection in the hall of mirrors, killing, and then devouring itself.
There is only one Mirror, and sorrow is not its reflection — It is germane, relevant to a point of comprehending the multifaceted frequencies of the Carat. Dramas are for terrestrial divas fit for the holes, and not the flawless perfection itself darlings.
What is it that you want? That you seek more than the journey itself? Make time to question your values. If you have children or intend to, these need serious introspection for without how can society even commence with assisting them, their oes, when it itself, this singularity in the collective are bereft of conscious questions, and answers for critical thinking demands responsible reflective thinking, that which is reasonable and conducive to better assessment for the whole complete.
That which is responsive therein the fractions of the realtime
As a species, the manifestations of the enraged fires into condensed form have to be as bluntly honest with their souls to that extend, removing the decades of shrouds they blind themselves, yet they demand ignominiously global change towards a consensus of ideals, that which isn’t yet moulded as a whole — it leads them, then, to question their thinking, its values that will effect humanity as an indistinguishability non-dual, sans tones or isms.
This is smart data, that is needed to be deciphered upon. That is very much required to transcend, to responsibly innovate and engineer — The future demands this not only holistically, but for the very biosafety of the whole extragalactic nebulæ, those amongst the Tellurians who have transcended aforehand in lifetimes past.
The end of an image is the end of a security which leads mankind out of the ruts of the crisis and chains perceived aforehand in the dualistic myth of the cosmic science conjured and driven by robotic pilots in their ballistic capsules. From the exosphere through the blastosphere are interatomic abscissæ that have yet to be written. There’s a reason as to why mountains and clouds were conceived. If your world means the Sun and Moon, and beyond, then make the effort — Life is beyond everything yet it encompasses even the illusion.
When your life subsist on the Word, what will you scribe therein?