Infinite Bliss/Infinite Love

I am. We are all one. Awaken to your inner divinity. 19 / Infinite Being

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- F r a m e O f R e f e r e n c e - .●° I am the ground beneath my feet. The sphere in which this form derives is not just a home. This ○E a r t h ○ enraptured my mind and S C U L P T S understanding. All I know, think, and Dream of is that too small to be seen by the microscope Simultaneously is it that I am A L L and that I dwell within that which is less the f r a c t i o n . . . °○. Awe and Vastness walk hand in hand. 《 B e a u t i f u l I n c o m p r e h e n s i b l e 》 Yet even e t e r n i t y is founded upon s e c o n d s Those fleeting moments rendered unreal by the blink of roaming eyes are the S O I L in which the seeds of ~infinity~ reside. ●|• The Bond between Miracle-and-Supersition is a Lie. Conjured to dismiss the M A G I C of M O M E N T Everything and nothing all at once. And we exist in between. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bstz-N9Hn3D/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=47wy3s1jgmv5

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The terrors of a decaying scourge wrought by rotting suits seething with greedy negligence are too strong to forget, too rampant to forgive. The many lie with holes in their chests as the few happily count their crimson soaked checks.

Less is more. Less is more is what they say as they change the rules change to maintain brutality’s cycle. Oceans blacken and are scorched to evaporation. This solid rotating sphere simmers and melts before our very eyes as we search desperately for distraction, a reprieve from our threatened existence. Hell fire rains down upon the innocent, their screams and tears not enough to drown out the sound of the ever-hungry war machine constructed by those who declare themselves as “civil.”

Who are we? What have we done?

God forgets himself, over and over, the flesh he wears wandering aimlessly into the night. Once born of light, he now grows blind, the luminous shrouded by the smoke-filled veil of his making. Eternal peace falls into disarray, chattering chaos devouring the remains. This entropy is unsustainable. Colliding frequencies of a universe at war with itself leave no soul unscathed.

Where shall our love find fertile soil to flourish amidst our desolation?

We must become gardeners sowing the seeds of our renewal.

We must remember. The time for amnesia has passed. God must reawaken to itself in order to face the apocalypse created by its lost hands. We bred our destruction, now we must find our way back home to truth.

#writing #inspired #change https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp8YYvlFRFp/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=bzwbwykok403

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All is but a pattern branching out towards the cosmic expanse in search of experiencing itself in totality, discovering the momentary beauty of perpetuality governed by the timeless eternal.

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•○• Ominous Ambience •○• (at Roswell, New Mexico)

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And god said

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(2/2) The eye of sol, graceful galactic beacon, blinks, casting all in darkness. The rising waters fade to black, now falling in gentle descent back down to source. Silence fills the air. This soundless space creates stillness and I am left floating in suspension, abandoned the constant of gravity. My eyes show me nothing but an all-encompassing void. Small lights of stars begin to appear, conceived and birthed from the darkened veil that lies before me. A glint of iridescence now faintly radiates through the shroud, allowing me to realize that I am no longer breathing. The end of the natural rise and fall of breath brings forth panic and confusion, symptoms that quickly fade. Now under the glow of an innumerable infinitude of pulsating stars, whispers from this black cosmic maw inform the intuition, speaking of tales of the future, what is to come for this form. Amidst the numbing silence, all ceases to exist, and I, a being of flesh and spirit, gently float in this space  immaterium. Whatever is real, all that are given the title of Life cannot be present here. Despite my attachments, the strong silver thread that ties me to experience and memory, I too must follow existential order. Like imperceivable crystalline grains of sand in wind, this form of flesh and bone dissolves away, returning back to its home, the palace of ether. Surrounded by the cosmic dance, I am everything and nothing at once. This is what I am and have always been, a being of light and dark, the infinite given finite form to walk amongst creation as the conception of a dream: universal awareness experiencing itself. #writing #existential #spirituality

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(1/2) Wings flutter above, each more deafening than the last. With ears unable to hear, I am left wondering how weightless corporeal forms create equilibrium. Motions balanced against polarity. Like these beings of white fluttering feathers that soar overhead, I am left sailing above through streams of air. The roaring winds leave me defenseless as I begin to spin, tumbling aimlessly between existences, lost without direction under the glaring solar eye. My vision is caged within spiraling chaos, oscillating back and forth between parallel oceans of peace and disorder. The tides rise, set on a trajectory towards certain collision. The two bodies of water grow closer towards a union that destroys and absolves as physical form washes away. The eye of heaven grows tired, the sting of its openness now unbearable against the necessary approach of night. As my world of perception continues to spin, I catch a glimpse of the penultimate second of this land as one that is illuminated... #writing #existential #spirituality

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Whoops

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2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) dir. Stanley Kubrick 

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As I close my eyes, letting my world be consumed by a lightless void, nothingness whispered to me her sweet words, those sounds that, upon hearing them, release ripples of numbness throughout the mind and body. Her drifting thoughts do not judge in the presence of everlasting darkness. As moments pass, her presence begins to pervade my conscious self, illuminating the illusion with a shadow. Creeping ever closer to the point of entering the dream, she dissolves my connection to the consciousness of daylight's wonder. With one quick and graceful motion, my chains to this world are destroyed as I approach the shining gate, the final barrier between the object and the idea, the action and the thought, the existing and the being. She misses my forehead, her breath cold and soothing, giving to me her final departing gift so that I may enter through. #excerpt #writingabook #writing

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18! Thanks for the birthday wishes everyone! It was...a weird one. Much love ❤💜💙😊💙💜❤ (at FreeWater)

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Fog is dissolved by the clarity of stillness.

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Sit and breathe in the surrounding life force, the source of solar sustenance that feeds the stardust within all that has materialized into the physical field. With every step, the path expands, a multitude of possibilities created by all of us with every exhalation as the air fills our lungs. We are the collective consciousness, comprised of cosmic awareness that has transferred it's divine presence into physical forms. We are the ones that will uplift and transcend the ways of old, freeing ourselves from the cataclysmic trajectory created by a history that has embodied confusion and destruction. Now is our time to change. Never stop dreaming. Never stop creating. Never stop hoping. Never stop loving. We are the ones that will breathe love into the airwaves for we are loving awareness.

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The sun sets as whirlwinds devour. The ones that assure you that this devastation is an anomaly are the same perpetrators who are destroying our home. As disaster strikes, the fiery mountains of conflict erupt in an illusory war between polarities of light and dark for the price of glorified paper. Their blood runs green as they drill for black waters of death. As darkness falls, remember that you are the dream, the truth and the light that shines brighter than any sun. You have the power of all reality because you, we are all forms that hold within the spark, the ever present silence from which all things are born. We must take the power back from the hands of greed

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The dreamer breathes life into the dark abyss of subconscious mystery, indecipherable echoes of distant memories, the singularity of realities. Dual dancers of sky become one, unified duality.

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