I envisage this would be my last (blog) before I write on shallow things, and that potential angels (investors or otherwise), true to themselves, comprehend why there is a need for me to complete this chapter before thrusting onwards and perhaps, upwards. Goodbye has never been such a beautiful word.
I’ll attempt to be as candid possible — I am flag-less although the fleur-de-lys is most voguish. The terrestrial species can be what’s that word … yes über constipated since they don’t, like rabbits fart. Pent up gas is detrimental to spiritual health. I’ve written a quadrillion times (yes, it is an exaggeration but you get the drift, if one cares enough to read the universe instead of judging) about it and let’s just pray it’ll be the last. Unfortunately for the majority of the population the idea of them being best removed, is refreshing … a smear in the painting is not complemental. At least not in my jurisdiction.
Be gentle to the slaves. They somehow complement civilisations and economies.
Being human is a process, the journey of the state of being in the state of being whole (completion). The manifestation of light as name with its attributes, the renaissance noesis, the extremum, the coronation of the state of spirit in its journey to the state of soul, the reversion of fire to light — the submission of that which is empty and prideful to the state of humility.
Perfection in its parts is reflective and indicative of the whole perfected. Until one is perfected, one is not (wholly) human, for the state of being (which in itself is the state of the manifestation of perfection) is in whole, complete. The human is the whole of the story of humanity — it encompasses the limitations of civilisations of the past and present in its collective yet singular limitless future (in the dream state).
It is the anointed letters forming the word, the revelation of the divine within.
It is essential learning to unlearn the conditioning veils of sub-realities within the reality of the wakening — in other words, to be human is to have lived the process from the seed, upwards from the earth bed to the universal crown, whilst most proclaim being human without having lived or experienced the knowledge of the whole (humanity).
What an insult to one’s intelligence when sacredness is bastardised and misconstrued by these nouveaux whatever they call themselves
A feeling is incomplete without a refined vibration of the breath — the rising of the Sun in the West is not only a metaphor but an essential part of being complete. Fire, like swines is fearful of Light, of everlasting and eternal peace. As much as I dislike to unveil and dressing of swines with pearls and silks from the oceans, swines are best slaughtered when the time comes hence the idea of genocide, or to save them for bacon (slaves), be plumped with good wine, yes?
The taste is in the feeling … the tongue is just the instrument darlings. Each is conscious of its state. One cannot infuse the brush with knowledge of the stroke since it is a state of itself … the imagery within the imagery. Every level, every comment dirais–je … dream-state is a state that is to be experienced in the frames of the in-time future which is conceived therein Time.
Time is neither linear nor curved. It is Its own reality, and is not subjected to the laws of the mundane yet it encompasses that of the mundane in-time. Only therein darkness can the stars, the celestial bodies be appreciated or sleep be relished.
For those bent at signs of tribulations, let’s just leave them there. It is their collective belief, and story. Their reality. The Apocalypse, the Armageddon, the Rapture etcetera were designed for them. They need these to jolt them into the wakening salvation. Only Light gain entrance to Paradise, and Hells in its states have states of Heavens to be comforted with.
You cannot teach an illiterate to read nor save the fire from the abyss.
When I write of the mundane, it is often relatable to that, that which is in the state of forms — The worlds of names, its characterisation, its histories, the stories of these oils, replicating (fractalising) rooting in the re-incarnative state in the civilisation of the collective yet singular masterpiece.
Terrestrial and Estraterrestrial (cosmos). The Yin Yang of the monad. The woman in the man, the man in the woman. The binary.
You know, just like the movements in a Symphony, the femtosecond in a breath … therein the name, are the attributes, therein the body it’s limbs, therein humanity the whole of mankind inclusive of fauna and flora, so on so forth. Genuine humility is a key to mastery. It is also key to gaining entrance to the other side. Authencity is about unveiling the spirit to attain to its highest degree — reversion to its pure soul state.
The state of innocence. Not stupidity nor ignorance.
Minimalist yet complete, simple yet complex, empty yet humble. What destroys society is not smoking (pun unintended) rather the appeasing the fire by sacrificing trees, leaving the humble Earth barren of its lungs, creating a massive kiln awaiting shifts when cataclysmal events supercede.
When minds do not comprehend their (own) nature, they often misconstrue the nature and states of those around them, and these create friction, ultimately war. Freedom is living beyond all conformities of the mundane.
To realise one’s state, to awaken from sleep is the climax of the dreamer, for to create and realise one’s innate, is to first foremost learn of one’s limitless-ness in the worlds of limitations.