The construct therein each world within the multiverse, which are now being researched by terrestrial secular scientists trying to match both physical and spiritual worlds in their significance to the whole tells us through their story telling, and through our own intellection when translated and read, are of stories of how each frequency-wave, based on the libration, in the seemingly state of emptiness, how the painting is brought forth.
NotaBene: Please vet through with an open mind, and heart. I can’t remind you enough, and you may have to reread the first para again several times to fully understand. In creating, as in the process of creation, one will be questioned about the primary intention, thereafter. The thereafter is the previous act prior the re-looping or the anniversary of the creation in the in-time plan. Just so the reader is aware when attempting to create, or to intermit, to interpose a series of flows in the process of what is already formed from the first marriage of letters to form the Word.
Even fiction becomes a reality of realities, in the virtual reality, when penned from a living quill.
Every form is interconnected to the collective, as in the oceanic ecosystem connected to everything. To deconstruct, to disrupt the collective is to, in the game to effect the collective, but who bloody cares for the collective if they’re all someone’s sons, or daughters, spouses, ignorant and naive caught in the matrix of fantasies. You care, for it is your story that calls forth either an ending, a pause or a continuance.
« Come capisco quando il divino parla quando non si capisce la lingua dell’anima » — AainaA-Ridtz A R
The game itself is being deconstruct, and nobody shoots the messenger. With the unveiling of the new world, and the ongoing demise of the old, everything is changing, bit by bit, byte by byte, pixel by pixel.
With many public corporations failing due to manipulation and mismanagement, the banking monopoly of fiat churning worth to literally just an illusion, manipulating and veiling the masses about what is or isn’t worthy of them as cattle ready for shipment and mass-slavery in guise of fear through genocide, climate-changes, and the looming of a new war to control Asia with the resurrection of the dragon; the old world hasn’t realised that the very continuance, this eternal attributes of what Life is, is to transcend, and the only way forwards and up is a reversion to spirituality, a reversion to the East, a reversion to the original state, through the crucifixion of the old haggard manipulative process of fear-based master plans, therein the projection — either one gets eternally resurrected, being witness of the game until one literally leaves or transcends the form or one gets to relive the mud-pies of reincarnation in a loop that goes on like a broken record where a different scene takes place with glitches of déjà-vu.
There is rest after hard work. There is love, and there is indifference. There is joy, and there are miseries. There is night and day. As there are frequencies related and connected to each, so is there heaven, and there is hell — construct or abstraction, it matters little as it is a state of humanisation, to recognise and understand the dichotomy of the worlds humans live in. It is all reflection of what is within oneself from therein the matrix itself.
Renunciation is not just in acknowledging the closure of the last chapter, rather it is to embrace the more peaceful solution to a previous quandary; it is to literally limit the fear-based projections of oneself in the game and to take the next step up the rung. The change within ofttimes reflect the changes without — the wars without, is ofttimes a reflection of the wars within oneself. The projection of insecurities is the reconstruction of the fear of the fall from within — to be fearless, to be full fledge premium angels is to recognise what is, and what isn’t of the plan — what are conjectures, and what is Truth.
The fluidity, the rising of the oceans the melting of the frozen state calls forth the hardening, and restructuring of the other. The Earth itself has her own dimensional frequencies — her skies, her heavens although deem separated and foreign is part the whole foundational structure of her form. As above so below relates to the dimension of the mundane. Thereafter and beyond, is a state where the slave, the Tellurian in contemplation and humility realises its place, its seat. It is irrelevant if one sits cross legged on dust or a throne — the very act of sitting calls forth composure, a discipline. An understanding. The same applies to when one creates the letters, these movements in one’s living life, writing one’s story.
When was the last time you stopped pretending to busy yourselves from reading your chapters? Writing without reading or editing is to move in sequences like robots and you’re not those — each movement depict an interpretation in your book, of darkness and of light.
What is the intention of the story? What is the intention of creation from within the story? What is the role of the protagonist? Etcétéra … this applies to everything for it either completes or stirs a sentence, a paragraph, or a chapter. The collective in theirs’ interconnected forms the whole. It is but an indication of the mirror — to comprehend, what is the mirror reflecting, what are the stories being read therein like? The taijitu, the two suns do not in their spheres engage in war with each other — they work in tandem to balance the imbalance and misconstruing without full comprehension of the fluidity is like flame throwing, sitting between the hemispheres without fully understanding why lives are miserable, and some delight in joy.
As the spirit unfurls so too that which is constrained. The scension, as in Ascension and Descension is simultaneous. When the pulley is pulled something goes up or goes down — when the Sun sets, there is a Moon rise. Read the binary. Understand its letters, and then when necessary, conceive the intention, and then plant the seed.
The unity of the renaissance psyche is the unity of the whole, not the fall of humanity rather the transcendence. Understanding history, not conjectures, one understands mankind, its concept, its beginning, its continuance.