NotaBene: Please, when reading this or any other blog posts herein, that you do with an open mind, and heart. Do consider the perspectives, because I may be wording on realities which aren’t similar to actualities on Earth …
or in dimensions apparent or hidden and it does not mean that I am a psychoneurotic by terrestrial standards … it merely indicates that there are structures of the psyche and mind that needs to be translated accordingly to your erm .., frequency of understanding.
In other words, since my writing usually revolves around a fabulous summer Sun, yes, I’m an August child in the mundane in-time, one would need to ponder upon the messages printed herein with forbearance; after-all a slight chafe, in the rift of maturation although painful to bear is sometimes unavoidable yet necessary to comprehend the nature of how frequencies relate to the resonance on the scale.
One does not employ Mimir to pick crocus sativus from the fields of gold
Bear with … I know, it can get tediously complicated but it really is that simple once you get the significance of reading between the lines. There is always even if it may seem orchestrated in the reading, a graceful unveiling … the finer one’s frequency, the more careful one is at making an impression, in the tapestry.
Being encompasses even the supra dimension in itself. It’s delimitation is beyond what spirits can even comprehend of the states of the whole emanation, the inception but I shan’t touch on that. On that level only the soul of souls communicate with each other. The secret of secrets, the light upon lights.
Would you think even a king, like Solomon wouldn’t thread carefully to assure the ants below aren’t crushed by his presence alone?
Yet modern sophisticated and cultured Pithecanthropus or are they called mortals these days, often misconstrue nobility as something barbaric, tribal, illiterate; ever ready to change the outer instead of the inner, ever ready to instigate wars instead of building bridges, ever ready to exchange bibles for treasures and borders … understanding is a noble trait contemporary societies often overlook.
O it’s easier to just feed looping codes to the slaves isn’t it? Without slaves, what would the stories be? See how perspectives in maturation on the journey plays a crucial part of the universal dance. The sub-realities are, like buds in the inflorescence, necessary in the old world to unveil the essence, the whole painting.
Does the Sun cry for an audience, or attention?
Prior the ideation of the big-bang is already the whole of civilisations construed and formed. The minute components each in its own frequencies unveil the quintessence of the whole histories of the kernel, the seed, onwards to its concretisation so you see, everything is connected, not only in terms of the imagery on the canvas, but how it relates to the patterns of the template, and the dynamics of the whole.
When people feel for each other and feel with each other, when people are connected across large tracts of land in ways that one cannot put into English, that’s Ubuntu. The feeling with each other, the feeling for each other. It’s not a mystery, it’s something plain and simple — Credo Mutwa, Zulu Elder.
A study is of the essence, since the old world is vibrating at a slower pace although it seems last year went off in a yoctosecond, and whilst a percentage of that world is hoisted in ascension, destruction is burgeoning on the grounds as can be read and watched from social media, and networks. When previous undertakings are enforced and perpetrated in guise of genocides and wars, the rift, the imbalance will unfortunately for humanity, be of a cataclysmic holocaust — the current flow is tending towards that and unless modern man realises the repercussive extinction, humanity is at the mercies of the annulled Gods, and Divine Order.
When one transcends, one ascends as a whole … one reunites with one’s separateness into this unique entity, not as an individual part of a limb but that of a whole, and as a whole. To maim oneself and eventually suiciding part of oneself is sheer imbecility.
Israel’s reconciliation with God can be achieved only when they are all one (non-destructive, non-dual) brotherhood — Talmud.
Now the question that begs to be answered therein the mundane is simply this … When is the illusion, illusion, and from which perspective is that illusion reality? When the observer, and the observed are conscious of the frequencies, and resonance of the wave simultaneously, from either light regarded as coming from either perspectives of understanding or when souls begin to communicate even prior the manifestation of light to elements, vice versa?
The illusion, as in the sub-imagery, the template needs a serious re-consideration. A rethinking — As most who aren’t yet aware are locked into that parallel perspectives between the dichotomy, in relations between what is considered the dream within the dream, I beg of you, who are already awakened from the dream, to understand from which angle I’m coming from, and why it necessitates to collectively work thereon each journey as a whole — O you’re brilliant aren’t you? The Elders would be pleased, that the children are seriously contemporising events in the worlds of forms.
I would hope that you would make the time in your forever busy lifetime to ponder, and conclude in a timeframe, a checklist of what needs undertaken to task. Each of us, in our jurisdictions have on our respective journey towards the morrows, a responsibility besides that of having fun in the divine playground, to heal the other … and now, let’s consider convergent thinking in contemporary Tellurian societies shall we? And no, I am not being condescending, merely matter-of-factly.
Aren’t you already used to my humour?
From whose, and which moral perspectives, is a lie legitimised? In a fiction? An illusion? A transient oscillation? Considering the next step on your journey, let’s explore the idea of a lie. What is a lie — that which is not Truth? Or that which is not perceived as what is judged as true by the collective?
Would a fantasy, an illusion, a dream, a fabrication, conjectures, entertainment and deviations and that which forms the fabric of the ephemeræ being staged and deemed as a reality, as in the virtual holograph hypothesis considered as such … or would the idea that it weighs against a common reality, that it is considered; and would it then be conceived from a glorious sunset, or from a more sacred and anchoritic paradigm?