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Agape in the static roar of maya.
Dissolved from my self,
my navigator.
Woken as the flickering warmth inside
bleeds into the realm of feeling.
Balance is found lobbed below into the stare
of the cool replenishing depths of the sea.
Mercurial treasure deep, inside the outside.
The waves lap as consciousness ascends the helix,
Memories encoded within every element of body.
Awakened to her soft healing caress as she conducts the current
of my awareness into the willful celestial flow.
In all aspects of experience she is incarnated,
complementary reflection upon the rippling mirror
into which my evanescent existence is cast.
The ecstatic passion betwixt the projections
shone from the faceted face of the mitotic crystal self,
The light-bearing cornerstone of the configuration,
Pearl-drop keystone of the temple Aeon.
The patient initiator, the unfathomable weaver,
the crescent receptive, the wisdom of the womb.
The glistening scales of her skin remind me of the primordial affection,
bearer of the manifold rainbow mesh that veils the eternal spirit.
The alchemical spark carried through the mistral abyss,
harbinger of Sun and Star.
My Advocate.
Dissolved from my self,
my navigator.
Woken as the flickering warmth inside
bleeds into the realm of feeling.
Balance is found lobbed below into the stare
of the cool replenishing depths of the sea.
Mercurial treasure deep, inside the outside.
The waves lap as consciousness ascends the helix,
Memories encoded within every element of body.
Awakened to her soft healing caress as she conducts the current
of my awareness into the willful celestial flow.
In all aspects of experience she is incarnated,
complementary reflection upon the rippling mirror
into which my evanescent existence is cast.
The ecstatic passion betwixt the projections
shone from the faceted face of the mitotic crystal self,
The light-bearing cornerstone of the configuration,
Pearl-drop keystone of the temple Aeon.
The patient initiator, the unfathomable weaver,
the crescent receptive, the wisdom of the womb.
The glistening scales of her skin remind me of the primordial affection,
bearer of the manifold rainbow mesh that veils the eternal spirit.
The alchemical spark carried through the mistral abyss,
harbinger of Sun and Star.
My Advocate.
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If you were to map out your own time continuum, the astral plane itself would form the shape of a circle. This itself is explained by the belief that you start your life and as it continues it revolves on a curved axis, your experiences and the situations your destiny places you in moving the plane evenly, once your cosmic journey was completed, the front of your astral plane would meet the end of itself, thus completing your existence and completing the shape of your astral plane, which is a circle. The reason for the two ends of your astral plane meeting when you die stems from the belief that when you start your life you are placed within your time continuum, onto your astral plane and your consciousness enters the living, waking world. When you die, your consciousness leaves the waking world and is placed back to wherever it was taken from. So the completion of these actions completes themselves, thus forming a circle.
Assuming that time was merely matter condensed into slow vibrations and we were one consciousness experiencing ourselves subjectively, then you could also assume life was a living dream in which we were an imagination of ourselves. CNS
Assuming that time was merely matter condensed into slow vibrations and we were one consciousness experiencing ourselves subjectively, then you could also assume life was a living dream in which we were an imagination of ourselves. CNS