May All Beings Return to the True Source Light of Creation
“May all beings everywhere be happy and free, and may the thoughts, words, and actions of my own life contribute in some way to that happiness and to that freedom for all.”
I.C./ U
I have my own tissues and they speak to me of U-eye attract the truth
Nothing else would suffice; For, what’s at stake is my soul and nothing else will do the trick for me
Susurros traicioneros, colapso su peso
Iglesia tambien
Doom to those who mask with malevolent intent and refuse to disclose
Everlasting truth, eternal song of my Mother and my Mother’s Mother (M.M.)
Exit the Cultural Marxist Dream/ A-mor
Three steps out, Four steps back, the train goes off the tracks
Over expectations and under the protection of an unseen Deity, the way to defeat the adversary
Resting on the ___ day-there are no days to count or roles to play
Unimaginable they have said and yet the pope is in Rome and I will cut off his head
Speak against the Jew state and you’ll go ‘off Air,’ as is the whirl of the enemy and no, it isn’t meaningless and no, it isn’t fair
Friend of mine, I am glad you have come to share with me the truth of the loxist monster, metaphysical or spiritual parthenogenesis (Genes of Isis) and the real Eternal Return-Om
It is the Black Dielectric Light they fear and so, I stay close to you and hold you, dear. You are my sistar in ancestral blood-lines and blood waves and we don’t have to burn for them anymore
ETHER you love or you don’t
Like the degeneracy and evil that plagues the Earth and skies, we will pervade as and in the green ray, and dare to Exit-US
Donuts of the True Source Light have secrets that are living to tell the whirl of A-mor and how to be a hero
Through the Gnossiene, as the Miracle
What am I sure of after the idols of books have been burned and all of the worshiped gurus are gone? Have I ever put my trust in a whirl that is dead? What can I always turn to when I am standing with nothing outside of myself to rely on?
I have been there before. I used to be an aspiring scholar-analyzing the fuck out of everything that came close to me. I’m not sure if I was ever truly relaxed. I was obsessed with synthesizing information and forgot how to be present in the moment in order to love the one I’m with. I found myself treating people like problems I needed to figure out and solve.
Knowledge became fragmented and the pieces, they flew in every direction. From then on, my mind became an initiate into the mysteries of the ethereal and the otherworldly. I feel my Soul passionately- desperately wanted to travel far beyond the intellectual realm with an intuitive knowing that there exists treasures in that very ‘beyond.’
The first painful realization I have had to face head on is that many (if not MOST) will not take this trip alongside me and that includes my most near and dear. I will have to lead a life that they will never know about and will not be able to share this WHIRL with me. The astrological nuances of this experience can be seen (and felt) in our “I.C.” or 4th House. Another name for this realization and experience is called “The Gnossiene” definition from the website: https://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/
gnossienne
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand.
One of the great longings and challenges of my life has been to find someone-anyone, who will dare to cross the frequency threshold with me which is the sacred act of rejecting the archetypes, the role play, the personas, the divide and conquer games, step off the chessboard to journey home with me-to return to the holy original innocence of supreme love and create from nothing together.
I remain faithful and true to love and trust in love’s promises alone. The way is through the gnossiene, and its names are many. The way is laden with unforeseen pain, but is also an adduct and we will surely arrive to the center of all which has been and will create benevolence if we look for the green light-tablet of gnosis TOGETHER.
आकाश
The Heart is the Crucible
In perfect love, no fear can reside, no hate can reside, no worry can reside, no ill can reside-to the fire
Led to Gold
She led me to gold as the tree lit up in an embrace of the crown
Our intentions generating thoughts of wise counsel and sacrifices
Liquid gold out the eyes, streams of original innocence
Emitting that I love you beyond form
Con ○ Science
Servant of the prima materia, quintessence- ELLA
Open at Her will and true to Her philosophy
Love of benevolence and works of (H)Art-Love of the Exit out of Hel
Near to the Holy Family of Innerspace, I call and embrace
ETHER you love or you don’t
Gut wisdom, it has a mind of its own and is pro-Mata
Risking no thing as the flaming heart of the little dove and cold serpentine
Angels of every perspective spin madly and yet the point never changes
To the Heroes
And the aspiring Heroes who are the protectors of the codes
Listen to the eternity that is this tree-just as excited, our dendrite branches
Limble in Spirit, I hung from the branches like a child again
You will look for me, but you will not find me; and where I am, you cannot come.
John 7:34
Exceptionally sensitive to nuance
Life is a gift and our Lives are the returning of the gift to Life
Can it be that the changes are turning the tries again Ineffable occurrence showing up like an impossible dream Nude of soul beauty and extending all hands as the sky falls Ether we are together or we’re not together; ’cause I’m here
Emanating movement drawing out my tears and I am Listen to sounds of your refrain, once again born out of pain Leaves, they all contain part of the map, green compasses All the connections, they form more connections and sing
“I am exceptionally sensitive to nuance.”
The Immaculate Perception 