“Is someone waiting in line?”
“No,” the voice whispered. Good, I thought. Now I can rest. At least gaze at the sunrise in Kurdistan.
There, between the mountains where the ridges meet, the imageries have almost come to life, like a virtual screen, in a virtual world. I remembered sitting and watching. There are no floating devices, nor terrestrial activities below.
Paris seemed almost a distant cache as the future unfolds its origanums of delights.
There are phantom-slaves, seeking for seals, and artefacts to complete their mussy altars. Its useless, for those who aren’t, part of the hierarchy. Of Life. Heavens. Every one wants a taste of that. It is in hell, I’m afraid. They’d have to enter the fire. They’d have to be burnt, to dust. First. It is the nature, the data hierarchy of how volution and system have been set both dimensionally as well as preconditioned in the proviso of the imagery, that which from the fluid becomes structured.
That is why they, Earthlings are living in very exciting times now. In the fluid dimension, in the unveiling of the mind and consciousness, everything and anything is achievable subject to … the intention. Anything that goes against the grain of harmony is reset. Textbook knowing and living knowledge are different states — having an MBA without professional working experience is still worthless; reading a glorified book with the lips, without deciphering with the mind and contemplating with the heart is otiose. Pointless.
It is imperative for the Tellurians to live to regain the Kingdom of Heaven, thus forming It on Earth.
Otherwise, incomplete events in the worlds are just that picturesque imageries, a common painting. Being mindful is the first breath in changing how the paints are being smeared on the canvas. Its undulation, its resonance, its oscillation. Before the minds revert to its glacial state, before both spirit and soul coagulate forming the form, of the named without living knowledge, it becomes anything but the Rosetta.
Paradise is loftier. Only lovers have access to. No religionists, nor bigots.
The difference between fire and light is worlds apart. Between that of sulphur, mercury and salt yet in whole it holds the weights. Like the difference between, formlessness and space. That which is unreadable by common instruments.
Heads of States, the Ulemas and Mullas, must in this state, be complete prior assuming Office. Primary the first, thereafter the second in menial activities. The New World calls for this. It is imperative in the Age, to understand and realise that which is of Aquarius to revert to the knowledge of the hidden to balance that which is imbalanced in the apparent before the global ascension takes precedence.
As within so without, as apparent, so hidden. Understand.
There are no more manipulations, nor fragmentisation of games. The old world stamped on each household under Zionism is wise, if they can even begin to think the repercussions of external crusades, the fabricated Al-Qaeda jihadists the essential struggles of monopolising social and political relations will take them into the abyss of their mind wars — the ego, like fire is never free of its universe. It adores the labyrinth, and Sylvanus its deity. The Chosen is impeccant from such blasphemies. The bearers of lights aren’t naive of such operandi.
With the ongoing stir, the dissolution of the Americas and Europe, the new world in geopolitics will regain its flow towards the future of the present. Russia, and China will rise, as fore-written but it needs to balance and collectively collaborate with its allies on the chessboard. Ties with the Elders need to be looked into, especially with smaller nations in the compass as they play the critical catalyst that glue the events. For Europe to regain her foothold with the Middle Kingdom, she needs to know her bedfellows. Sleeping with the enemy in guise of allies is not very smart to thrust forwards. Separation is politic for alimony, blunt as it may seem. Keeping a watchful eye on Teutonic apis mellifera is wise.
The need for inventive innovations as well as the harmonisation of design and aesthetics is imperative in the flow towards the future. Simplicity begets graciousness in eloquence, whilst complexity without harmonisation begets destruction. The blueprint must encompass both the beginnings and the endings of the complexity.
The simplicity is in the seed.