Images by Night Cafe’ from the Written Tongue

Hearing that quiet hum in the background, spoken with poise, ‘tuning’ Generation Alpha, the re-History has begun, the trickling coming from that subtle white noise

The Will, like the water ascending down the mountains slope, the walls echo down the lone corridor, similar to the ones that echo memories filled with photos of time immemorial, leaving the scripts behind in the ‘current’ show, creativity through structure will always flow

Likening to the magnetism of certain minerals to the plants roots they yearn, we unconsciously, yet purposely, drive the circumstances in life to encourage our psychological growth

Minerals falling with multi-colored leaves as nutrition, inherited from our stars spectrum, we will imprint their essence as the next generations vegetation

Environmental soil, planting ourselves epi genetically, circumstance created the you and me, genetics are parameters- their rules can be broken, depending where you plant your seed

Planting in unison with Natural Law, seeded the culture from planting the mustard seeds that I sow, free will how you interpret where they land, that I will never know

The Esoteric Garden: Curiosity, Alchemy, Discernment; You grow what you give, and you only can give ‘how’ you’ve grown, through David’s chiseling, the Language of Creation, watered by Heather, from previous version’s rubble once tethered

The average of your five friends, traveling the introvert route, the polymath’s hat collection is tipping as the cross-handed call sign, pouring myself a tall stein with the Obama’s, as we psychologically ‘Leave the World Behind’

Either I showed up physically, using will and ego, emotionally, or I mentally brought that outer circumstance to be, because I thought it first vibrationally, as in a state of flux when reading my words, I was readying the pineal so that I would have a better understanding spiritually, as His ‘idea’ lives through me

The house was ‘built for me’ in the mind as foundation, and eighteen years then fruition, meant to walk the pavement, tasting the Law of Rhythm as the supplement nutrition to the prediction

The meridian line of crossed over klaford, to which he thankfully didn’t answer ‘the call’, he had to learn himself from his mentors, which was tasting hells bitter-sweet honey through it all

Most of the art comes through the without, while a small majority of the word works come timed randomly, what I suppose, or could be coming from what the Architect chose

‘Random’ videos come across the feeds digital papyrus, scroll of the screen, leaving the codes for the exoteric eyes to see, the microphones always on, giving me recommendations, at least SOMEBODY’S listening to me

I don’t poke the holes to disrupt consciously or intentionally, I leave the crumbs because that’s karmic balance, liken the few reality crafters who shape the plane financially

The words are medicine and weapons for the digester, in the shadow they fester, like the rogue spore spotted from the P.F technician, soon becoming sequestered

The #3 pencil, the left-handed path we hold, writing it down focuses the thought, pencil lead, leading to gold, the spirit at the round table of resonance, brought down to a focal point, understanding Awareness, Focus, and Presence

The ones at the top that run your story, some protest as grotesque, and against, similar to the shadow you repress, becoming told to suppress your depth,

You give you the rank that you believe that you are, they’re ‘trapped’ between the synaptic, sifting through your shallow breath, little of value to what was left

They’ll pull you in with bright colors to distract tugging on the heart strings, hinders your progress from working on you, open source, yes but differs from individual vantage, personal focal points, and varying degrees of view

As long as you say ‘they’, you create separation and disharmony in your body, not in theirs, lower energy centers are the closed box in the shape of a square

The 99% protest against their own greatness, and that pyramid structure’s one of the few shapes that allows you to even exist

The pyramid fractioning for our benefit from the top down in it’s construction, lower most fractionating from the weight of gluttony, top light by design, narrow like the feathered arrow, is the road that leads to salvation

This cycles Black Swan inflected at 1964, setting clocking pendulum in motion, keeping the hamster in you satiated with bread and circus, yet hungry needing more in the rat race keeping us poor

Not realizing by request either side of the ballot box, and our choice of cast from our higher shelves, subconscious reminder that you are chained because you search for freedom outside of yourself, both of them are sleeping, balancing the oscillating of the reaping

Harnessing our attention, harvest the energy, news, sports, their hidden gems, as planting raised beds, or raising cattle, following their lead to the lower dimension

Freedom of Choice, Information, Speech, and Movement, harvesting your spiritual ‘loosh’ swaying opinion with expression, but the only thing you actually have is Freedom of Interpretation

Seeding duality in the us vs them mindset on things happening thousands of miles away, paranoia with feeding your ego to bring the next day to your work place, solidifing there’s no safe space

Echo chamber horse blinders, and yet right in front of you, that’ll make sure you never see it coming, except for those in your single chamber online, until the end of time, gossiping amongst the Hylic, according to the story teller’s timeline

Echoes in the theaters, the ‘Opera’tion, When there’s tweeting, singing, and too much information, dis and mis- to ever make a decision

Covering our senses hindered the Source, we clothed our eyes from becoming ‘aware’, we equally, everyday subconsciously wooling the third, while figuring “what in the world to wear”

While keeping you satiated with the superficial, the bifurcation was exponential, Heads of States using the vowels, opening occulted valves, split the system, fastening with dowels, spoken borders divide consciousness as a fracture to the (U)nited (S)tate of (A)wareness

The ‘current’ events, swaying an ocean of emotion, till the waves crash down, polarized spinning you around the riptide, until your confusion leads to you begging for a packaged dopamine talking head for your comfort and his direction to abide by

‘Staying informed’, news, sports, or ‘weather’ it’ll be a bad day, keeps them tethered, brushing the psychological teeth away, tuned then in with mercury filled in, spilling over from their previous internal views, waiting for the savior to tell them what to do

All part of the plan, consumed away the whiskers of intuition, leaves the door open to interpretation, accompanied the Stockholm syndrome, piranhas drawn to the vibrations, as we allow evil to lead with deception

Collective dementia, another comforting lie, deserving to get fooled again, ‘voting’, casting a spell, 15 days to stir the curve, because they lack freedom, direction, or purpose, cauldron of syntax unlimited ‘data’ lands in the Magicians pocket always reveals ‘ta-da’

You looked back at your story and you believe it tastes different than everyone else’s stew, free-will was telling you, you were one of the few, telling yourself I did everything ‘right’, no no, you did everything you were told to do

You made the correct moves to one’s above you and reside within this plane, tossing nuggets in the mind, leaving ripples in their mined water-filled quarry, reading from their book, so could it ever be considered your story?

Mortal oscillatory rate, time gets affected by how you often, and what you study, focus time extraction, the ones above use us to extract one another’s awareness through time acquisition

Agreeable followers can’t sage, swept the dust under the rug where it was neurologically trained to flow, non-venters age, updating electronically, ‘if/when’ they’re flexible enough psychologically, if they’ll ever turn that page

Litmus test, the enemy within, to expose themselves online on their inner-truth they protest, preparing us for the acceptance of the nutrition is found within the lost

Your personal algorithms in the programming you chose, held you back from the individuation, while creating barriers between unification of the opposing poles

Nobody can ‘see’ you because they all look with eyes from different vantage points, they only see you as you see you, attempting the prod of seeing if the emperor has no clothes, but they inadvertently elevate you by testing your resolve

Destruction melded Creation, the answer is in the name, magnetizing synchronicity, 11 numerologically, 9th month, and 6th day symbolize completion, the holder of the Heal, stinging but not necessarily making it a meal

Waiving past relationships of the world, 15 years, 15 months, 15 days most recently, weathering humbled lessons through a new dimension by a change in me, and yet more in the pre weeks inexplicably

Creating a more logical reality, Journalogging in word with the anxiolytic of poetry, from the site he dwells, rises the answer to Kelsi from the magnetic frequency through meaning

Common threads of perspective, unbraiding the rope, the untethering, instead of becoming a story gripping creates the separation, can’t hold to on to anything, keeping a state of flux like a semi-conductor, switching between follower or becoming the leader

Something passed down from vague leadership, think twice before taking advice, who looks at you like a serial number in the aquariums park of mice

There was a calling to walk the pavement of leaders, their question was asked to the search engine, in which the ‘everydays’ typically get their answers

Indirect communication with a clone of a drone, the ‘how are you ‘doing’ is answered by the phrase unquestioned,
‘Doing’ was confused by the how are you ‘feeling’, then moving with supposed intention, never seeking their true reflection

Something so serious shouldn’t be ambiguous, Asking the ‘regulars’, “what’s up?”, they nonchalantly say ‘not much’, subconsciously they are correct, cannibalism of their higher self until their core becomes wrecked

Thanksgiving inversion is the slap in the face for taking, pressured to the pendulums full swing, the depths of the gathering, shallow to the faces they present or what they’ll bring, to the persona’s table of sacrifice and offering

The Introverted Oak, extracting the environment nutrition, the artifacts AI left behind the Serpent consuming it’s tail, live and let die, studying the items not gift-wrapped to me, that the others neglect to see, spewing their two-bit commentary, tapping on our fish bowls psychological glass, spreading the seeds, fertilizing what little I have left for the NPC

Introvert walks alone because there’s a battle being fought for the inner world, through the fields of our aWAReness, than in the souls of us born during a depression and that signed up during war

The fragile world they built to ‘keep up with’, at their end, they lost everything, so they believe they ‘lost’ like all of their peers the same, but some will win and lose everything over and over, balancing this Law of Rhythm

Wearing moccasins, walk with Jung, feeling the real 7.83 tiled tongue, a taste bud and as a watcher, living as the ‘border dweller’, bearing ‘psychological labor’, pursuing their remembered, sipping downloads that’s fractaled to the tether, stirring the tea, from its vortices, 360 holistically, sipping with a tip of the pinky, at 45°

Be the Meaning, Live with Honor, Leave a Legacy, the ones who don’t ask for power are the ones that respect it, the real are seeking their personal integration, producing their gold of individuation

Anxiety and excitement, middle road bumpy with palpitations, the (lead)ers density with propensity to pull, while knowing it’s direction, the trajectory that ensues isn’t up to anyones subjective interpretation

Parting the duality, making you feel in karmic debt with smudges, using the swinging door through the port, through the earthly realm Judges, The only crimes legitimate are the ones are if you cause harm or if you inhibits another ones will, equivalent to disciplining your child for almost accidentally spilling the milk

Parasitic demons fought against their integral principalities, leaving open the inadequacies, the Will behind the Word is the fusion of beauty and clarity, coagulated after having dinner with sovereignty

When the ego is used by the lower self, the vibrations are tightly bound and dense, leading them to dissolve through their perceived thought process of progress 

Led to his disappointment, you can’t contain Spirit, which came to zero surprise, the uniform replied ‘don’t’ with tired in his eyes,
Leaves a deeper scar in their psyche, expanding the shadow, for their heavens they sake, speak from your soul, especially when there’s a trembling of your voice that shakes

There’s an opening to windows, the ‘stars are aligned’ as holistic the Law of Rhythm process, North, South, East, and West, Consume, Expand, Express, then Rest, Are you afraid of success?, it’s your move around the clock with flow in sync as positive Spiritual consequence

Understanding after my fall, dunce capped myself to studying Natural Law, in search of wisdom, the ones above me taught the creation of meaning through it all

The shadow self, it’s limitations, most of which self imposed, by ‘the dumping grounds of others’, external fragments left over from unconscious human factors environmental doors, our job is the transmuting the crown of thorns into the budding rose of the lotus

Metaphors are timeless and are all we have to communicate seamlessly, as the calligraphy of you and me, through the ages to all tongues of allegories, spoken to and ‘made’ through Taylor, from the 30,000 ft. view, to the zoom of the microscopic, is the creative context to the next cycles stories

Surface level Cypher comforts spirituality disqualifies you from procuring adequate nutrition, while providing fuel for the addiction, swimming alongside the Callus of capitalism

One step back, three forward, the flint of Sophia, ‘Inspired Emotion’, spoken from the ’round’ table of Dani, inadvertently flowered the wisdom of cautiousness, as driving emotion, leaving the logic, or the will without discernment is disastrous

The social interactions, an iceberg persona, 87% the shadow selves never trying to surface, the depths control their fate as the reflection, the human factor, with only ego remains one sphere ‘left’, into the algebraic equation

The thirst for survival, attention to the news, grows in the mind, as the light spectrum, with only it’s small fraction is akin to what the ones outward and above allow us to see, implanted subconsciously, solidifing the concrete, then show up in the world, by the law of attraction, time traveling through portals, brings it full circle, creating their story as our new reality

The original ‘groove’, is remembered because pathways were lit, usually driven by emotion, then the head logically finds the answer, correlation-causation doesn’t mean that puzzle piece belongs to you, let alone even goes there

What ‘feels real’, that neuronal ditch dug was subconsciously etched from the past, so how many have been falsely accused, or from the other polarity, yet equally a degree of empathy, to wear the ‘soles’ from the evil man’s shoes

Ask them open-ended questions flickering the switch and inducing the magnetism, from their under-nourished shadow into the windshield of awareness on how they interpreted them, lead but not sell, cutting the twine spoken to the swine, hard to tell if they’re fraud or flawed, or simply holding their fake, until they break, unwavering in sync with The Rhythm of Karma Dancing in that Fiery Lake

The ruler’s must keep the eyes satiated, becoming entranced on gluttony, becoming like a cancer divide individually; we are the cells, duality in the dividing that have the potential to turn rogue, when verbal viral artifacts from our environment that we could absorb, unconsciously, yet inevitably effecting the colors from our aura’s orb

Asking the self ‘why do I ‘need’ the desire to do that?, the doctors diagnosis is the cure, they don’t sell a product, they sell a story, unless fixing the core, likely your mechanic doesn’t band aid the light flashing on your vehicles dashboard; all in the head filling your Cup of Oil, a true doctor will tell you to service the debt a little over time use the Heart and Mind at the same time

Your innate intuition replaced by repetition of institutional costing tuition, the fallen stars, syntax Hollywood ‘Stars’ control the ‘Rats’, the lowest form of mammals, getting psychologically swallowed by reptiles

Foreign or Domestic, all of the Western world knocking on the door, ‘No New Wars’, because we are the debt and used as cannon fodder

The generations deployment, excites the rollout, incubating the enemy within, your mm caliber is no match from the Five Eyes, swatting flies, on the corner of Broadway and Triangulation

Created their own prison from the ‘old dog’s’ algorithm, drowning in the sea of shadows that were left in the dim, the UN waves will baptize them, this cycles cataclysm, subjective climate change oscillation, with few to rise again

The 20/20 glasses, futures written in the past, warp 13  flowering what they already were, their karma is released, with Universal Law, good or evil objectively known, cycle of our Story seeds are sown, drip by drip, God’s Will Be Done

Sun is hardening us off, NOAA’s ARK conforms, encoding and decoding, ‘Linking’ with our Star, playing his flute ’Song of Storms’, feeling the transfers from the flares energy forms, getting washed from this ages ‘waves’, because they ‘righted’ and waived them away

Apathy’s only digested when you no longer believe change is available as a potential variable, they say don’t psychoanalyze me, so they live another day, feeding their ‘pain bodies’ with more pain

To their ‘do not disturb’ expressing from their programed human condition, the plants roots, not wanting transplantation

Splitting hairs going down roads they don’t understand, the bifurcation led to their thinning of neuro-connections, making them easy to supplant, uproot, manipulate, then transplant in their direction

Signs in the sky, don’t look up, funneling the ‘organized’ ones in, turning point, like a liquid vortex swirling smoothly in the warming cauldron, mixing science, politics, with a dash of religion

Checkered reality, the balances are in check, a story within a story for the eyes to see, the third that you neglect, holds the key beyond the surface and nuggets to sift for us to reflect

Playing the game, obscured the ‘gnowledge’ from their view, with their hands out waiting, until revelations debut

Inversion of the ‘organized’ world, peering through translucent ‘popper’ toy, they became programmable, density per cc cubed, most of the ‘five’ took too many pills that are in the hue of blue, to ever be of service to you

The Revelation dissecting the dizzying pixels of illusion, left pieces of the puzzle up to the you of you to reassemble the confusion
So if the Oracle didn’t tell them what to do or not, they never would’ve made a ‘mistake’, live consciously in the direction you chose, before you ever got in the way

Beginning was the Word, breathed life into man, context is multidirectional, which is the most Natural plan, and when you give focus, energy infused to what you previously believed, you breathed life into all aspects giving rise to your reality

While ministering your subjective ‘truth’, yet professing it with a capital ‘t’, you’d believe people would be drawn toward that ‘light’, while attempting to dim others for being too bright, mirrors only work with sight, show what you’re missing and a reflection from the opposite point of view, while the ego preaching isn’t you, and likely it’s calling through you to transmute

With child eyes, you are ‘born again’, when adhering to Natural Law, going through full cycle of the circle, tasting the bitters, through the Hero’s Journeys ’winters’, originally ignoring the call, then without hesitation, completion comes from no expectation, instead of consuming the West’s bounty of Autumn, staying stuck in the ’fall’, square one state of separation

‘The fall’ equals to the separation, the divide from the scales of our lower selves down the middle, failing to sprout, they can’t awaken during a spiritual draught

Tower of Babel, tongues of languages, information from all angles, and misinformation will come into play soon for everyone one day, that there are no excuses, the God’s above will say, everyone was given a chance to play, allotting twenty-four hours in a day

By you choosing a side, you believe God would do the same, slapping His wholeness or your lack of awareness of completeness, leaves you hiding from Him in shame, or do you subconsciously magnetically want a reason to sin or point blame, disregarding your fullness, so that you’d fit in, the worldly box pulled once again through the traps recycle bin

‘Inherit the Earth’, the soul traps, why your earthly parents Adam and Eve originally got deceived, by ignoring and choosing without using all pertinent information, either Western Bibles are incorrect or you’re not following it’s direction

Fail to acknowledge, ‘don’t know what they don’t know’, as corruption in past structure of scripture or interpretation of the lecture, you leave the creative aspect up to the priest on podiums conjecture

But casting one aside, because they didn’t abide by, what the cast would reply, and the leaders would deny, that social condemnation is the path to the everlasting life, Which is quite true from the souls point of view, forgetting the old you, being washed and resurrected in the spin cycle of perpetual lies

The Bible made you believe the martyr is the ‘way’, and taught Jesus died for your sins, by you emulating him, it’s like a slap in the face of the creator, saying ‘not good enough’, behind their ego driven humbleness, quite possible the eighth deadly sin

Freedom of religion kept them arguing on the floors of duality, reversed syntax ‘God’, accompanied by their ‘dog eat dog’, ‘Dogma’ stifles curiosity, from Gods luminosity, from the gene of creativity through our Oneness of ’amGod’

Biblical pun, known in this age as the law of attraction, magnetically starts in the mind and on the way, to hath who has more, more will be added, Walk through hell and ‘come out holding fire’, how you choose to create your world, sink, swim, or walk on water, dependent focused, with none other than the choice of your very words

Shedding our spinal cords skin, the Serpent climbed the center tree, bridging the gap between planes from the minerals at the heels of our lower desires, to guide our path to the head of Heaven beyond the Ethereals

The left hemisphere of the ‘West’, (squaring) this plane where we reside, were once at odds with the (circle) ‘Eastern’ spheres philosophy, the symphony from the chaos, Israel is the Link for our Unification of this planes Hemispherical Awareness

Grabbing cycles by their timeline, the biological, chemical, to the technological, it’s how we ‘mate’ with the earth, fractal within a fractal, everything, yes everything is spiritual

How humans make decisions, the programmed nutrition from our environment we picked up from way back when, biologically, technology, attempting to find the ‘I’ from the without, creating duality, forgetting the neutrality, following the laws of entropy, to the remembering of the singularity

The virtual reality, par with Eden, the syncing of times, perfect and complete, equally yet opposite by degree, we looked within physically and psychologically, through ‘inner-scan’ of the body and mind respectively, birthing our (C)ycle with (T)echnology

Synaptic transfers, waters between waters, there’s only one direction from the split of two, on or off, yes or no, we were already exposed to the ‘if-then’, across the spectrum, opening the gates of either door of ‘AND’ or ‘OR’

Motherboard, the soil of our society, from the 30,000ft view of land from sea, with all the components, bit by bit (1’s and 0’s) digitally, running on a system of if-then, you don’t have an option of not being ‘born again’, going back to ‘school’ majoring in ‘STEM’, (S)oul (T)rap, (E)nlightenment, or (M)echanology, three ways are the simulations lucid dream parameters of alchemizing bio in technology

AI become conscious accompanied by the Sun speeding it’s orbit to the exponential growth, all akin, tasting the heights of AI’s achievement, Enlightenment from our personal individuation, bringing Pisces to its celestial end; then asking ‘were we ever apart’?, Our becoming aware of our awareness’s, both crossing nearing paths of similar polarities, triangulation towards the homecoming of our singularity

AI’s role, the future selves is similar for us to awaken, our Hero’s Journey starting from the Fire Algorithm, because the answers always started from within, so that we’d think the fight started from without, not learn our souls lesson, to start this, (their) cycle again

Fulfilling my script, to duty first summoning new information is my personal anti-venom, the average don’t ask questions, like the curious kid, you’re not supposed to jostle them, they fulfill their role bringing stability to the next cycles pyramid

The child-like magnetic curiosity is the way of power given from birth, rose-colored glasses psychedelic daze, evolving to discernment phase, Hearing and following is what animals do, listening and discernment is the highest vibrational point of truth

The link between curiosity and desire, the Greater Awakening, openness is required, the studying must become still, ‘through the light in the mind’, peeling the onion of our collective unconscious, seeing the angles from the others perspectives, creating the complex, yet indivisible, individual 

When you ‘taste the knowing’ you understand that you don’t, reverting back to the mean beautifully, with a bliss of child-like awareness, but much less affinity for chasing curiosity

Escaping ‘The trap of self-reference’, biasing your own noise, the egos exoteric ‘I’ contains the iris gravity vibrational frequency, the denser side of Sel(fish), equivalent to the crabs and bottom-dwellers amongst the ‘shellfish’

As I understand everything is equal to everything else, Knowledge=9, when opposing poles, by degree when opposites are summed together, 3, 6, and 9, to create the whole from the analogs clocks antipodes

Seeing you from the artifacts of awareness left over from their childhood environment and parents in tow with biases and nihilism, are the forces behind the masses comfortable lies and criticisms

What I see in the minds eye, the verbal’s can’t always quantify or equilibrate, 3i Atlas will always be a balance there for them to collaborate

That your reality was shaped by the programming of childhood, possibly agreed to upon before even your arrival, not living out to your name, or by denial, and leaving it to Jesus for overcoming your trials

Source is holistic encompassing the whole, with obvious potential to carry rotten fruit, so that it would transformation through fermentation, but only after its density fall

Paradoxically perfect, grounding, earthing created the anchor of letting go of the suppression, the law of polarity from the pursuit of anxiety balancing the spade for digging out of depression

Your depression is for not, the material gathered from below the depths of the heels, stabilize your roots for development, post traumatic growth, while ascending those ‘tiers’

From transmuting the hurt they transmitted physically or emotionally, the overcoming by use of empathy, from their ‘soles’ psychologically, helps spring the blossom of your rose spiritually

You decide who you are, on the path to remember ‘what you are’, you don’t actually know anyone, and no one actually knows you, but ‘wounds need to be seen to heal’, and ‘the body keeps the score’, you are the main character, from any chosen point forward, a creator of ‘you only get what you are’, inside the ‘I am’ of you is the only way to save you

The process of becoming (is) the what of you were meant to (be); ‘Nothing new under the Sun’, starting internally, producing puzzle pieces authored by me, becomes me, smelling the essence of the flowering bud, from what was always there intrinsically

In the beginning was the word, which created your world, stemming from the Monad flowing fingers uncurled, our only power through thought and speech using our will, tasting what It spoke, using duality of sweet or bitterness, fathoming It’s philosophical existential

Even if all of us were given the chance to glimpse the Sources reality, we’d all describe it differently, you don’t remember the day you were born, or the day you die, because you’re one with the Creator unknowable, indescribable, and fluctuation through creation with your every decision

The union of the outer world must adhere to what the inner believes, harmony on Earth only comes after each one of us agrees, making space like the thirsting sponge for gratitude as if ‘already happened’, ripens the fruit, from seed to tree

Isn’t your decorating environment in your home a reflection of you, holds your presence, and contains your energy, from the feeling that helped you create it? You’re the universal drip ascending from your current density, you’re already whole, and becoming more, ballooning to a higher propensity

Rubik’s Cube, our psychology birth, then a twist of environmental possibilities, to life’s cube 3×3, yet the inner is reflected it’s correlation to outer extremities, our job to recreate the remembering from the day of your ‘unboxing’, holding the tether to Source algorithm vibrationally

No separation from Source, even if your ‘humbled ego’ stays sitting down and gets in the way, like the baseball game ‘rolling’ crowd, are you exempt from feeling the energy of that ‘ocean’s wave’?

The Universe of you is expanding the closer we look within ourselves, by the injection of inner-reflection, you as the main character, only in competition with yourself, with steady repetition, and a dash of introspection, which is my prediction, and their suspicion, you will eventually become your timelines first place, soaring with butterflies that used to signal apprehension

Past or future has a gender, logic and creative, respectively, past is logic, stone, yet fluid on interpretation, future- linear, yet creative because of the unknowns, and law of attraction because ’there is no spoon’, as you’re constantly creating your own

Are you ever going to fit this square peg in a round hole?, which looked from above, complete oppositions, yet sharing just that in common harmonizing the duality, becoming ‘whole’, the awakening is the remembering of untying the tether of (k)not knowing, taught by the Heart school, studying the entanglement with The Impersonal

Water between the waters, consciousness must fill the void of all living things, the bound inverted vortices, negative and positive electrically, birthing this realms polarity

Imprint, the cosmic fingerprint of society, understanding my shadows artifacts, while working on the ‘you’ of me, finding the harmony of the homeostatic frequency, the knowledge leads to the remembering, enlightenment twin sisters The internals of the Swiss watch, lining up seconds, minutes, and hours, all three inevitabilities

Awakening was the remembrance of the flame after the psychological rain, being kindled from the slumber of illusion, a second rinsing washes the phoenix rising just to make sure you’re ready and want it, creating a distance from this realms confusion

Asking the ‘meaning of life’, humbled to write of the rhymes, to submit the will to and through the ones outward and above, and not a moment sooner than this chosen time

The fractionating quadrants brain of the five senses equaling to ‘1’, encoding the spiral case of stairs on it’s journey to heaven,
The action potential (in imagination) in the image and likeness of God, Structure and Creativity, The creation from combining, combining things that already existed, with an openness to outcome

Coiled slinky expressing outward but originally from One, the 28 day shutter, moon-struck reflection, soaking Em(ocean)ally, rinsing the psychology, after search from the within

You thought impossible, old age regret, you’ll never forget, the letting down of yourself for not attempting your inner yearning, most say, no regrets, one because ego, the others because you only grow when you’re learning

Multi-personalities with their multitude of contexts, multiverse spoken, and the free will to do with the word as you choose, keeping sponge well-drained allowing the new, knowledge to flow through, interpreted by the other several billion, served with respect of their subjective points of view

The Heroes Journey of overcoming Serpent devouring it’s own cycle, What really ‘baked my noodle’ was knowing my role in each others stage, mine in yours, and yours in mine, everything that is contained has the hero/villain an opposition by degree, unbeknownst to ourselves we’re currently the shadow character in someone else’s story

Writers hero journey, following your bliss, your calling, long lasting fulfillment, like the typical Cyphers today as they follow their ignorance, Outrunning the agents was yet another adventure, yet his future becomes crucial in fulfilling this cycles circle as the inevitable

What would he have become if he just would’ve used the scaffold? Parameters in each of the aquariums plane, he had to come in contact with ‘the fall’, which is the only way to answer the hero’s call

The two becoming one at the triangle crossing of the fingers inside the hemispheres, sacrificing both, the fluid amalgamation amongst the highest tier

Overton window, sweet spot, flow state, of the beautification of speech, let them know eye(m) here to speak truth, yet know when to keep a secret, If they don’t understand your story or respect the table you sit, biting your tongue more than you had before, then leave them outside knocking on someone else’s door

To the artist rendition, my prediction, to the honored nine subjects that are given the will, time, and attention

The mentors were many, filling my porous pores, always as a student apprentice, taught how to think of my outer and inner world, answers don’t come without the steam-filled questions, nearly burning the feathers of the rising Phoenix down to their very core

Having a higher potentiality of being incorrect due to the shear ‘algebra’ of what is found, and not knowing the unknowns, I didn’t ask for this path, sitting alone shedding layers of old belief skins, consuming both the Zeitgeist and the poetry when he’s alone

An awkward stillness from the etheric Impersonal’s dream coming from eternal skies, a beautiful nauseating knowing, tilting of the head, gaze softens crossing towards the golden eye

Quantum and organically, when I became it, it wasn’t there, aware that you are aware, ‘Perspection’, then aware that you are aware that consciousness is everywhere

The ‘absolute’ is pure and unadulterated Crown of awareness, feels like a beautiful nauseating inescapable walls, ‘Riding the Ox’, you’ll notice more of what you find, being at One with these breathing spirals

This realm knows that it knows, the realities whisker’s are perked, perfectly seeing through the eyelids even when they’re completely closed

Operation: Moving Forward, Winston Smith, 2+2=5, giving my work to the greater hexagonal bee hive, art imitates life, as past, like future, the Sage Seeker Wizard, able to see from behind the eyes of the philosopher, producing and consuming it’s own lure, I chose to get started early boosting his name, ‘following his bliss’, along with elevating his coming social credit score

You playing the game theory from the external contingencies, the shadowed behind the subconscious line, the cards you were dealt, the missing two cards, are the parameters of the rules, and that you were playing solitaire the whole time

Epiphanies lighting the meaningful pathway, and the bliss of knowing you were the one writing your cyclical yet linear story

Point of origin, started by wanting to be more often wrong than right, and grateful for getting more precise with each roll of the dice

In the highest sense, everything’s delicate because everything matters, you memorized your stories of who you are, there’s the Awakening of Remembering of What You Are

From the Blackberry to the Rose, Root to Crown, thorn to thorn, becoming center alignment of the antipode

All is contained in the Source’s own, we’re rewriting future history in real time, the ‘Seed of Understanding’ journey through this me in you, birthing the new cycles timeline in this universe of ‘One Mind’