3.16.22 | Consent: Signed. Sealed. Delivered.
It's in our prepositional phrases that we construct the statements of our status and through our stature.
The concept of words is from the man-you-facturer of our mechanisms.
What makes us wonderful is what makes us wonderless.
To every adverse effect, there's an add+verse cause.
For the unseen is still present: in a different state of mind as a different status of energy.
What is pretended is intended to the tend+ons. Act accordingly.
That is the oneness of the +ology+ies of life: it is all a "study of."
The spiritual dimensions are a study through.
The wonders of the world are described as so through the meraculousness of their stories and the survival of the centuries, storms and sight visitors.
For every one we meet, is not every one we greet and yet, everyone we greet is a form of us on repeat.
The sides of our story are assembled by the parts of our pouring and through the alignment of our pairings.
The duality of our body is the duelity of our context.
The die-a-logue of our visions is the mono+logue of our views.
What else could we possibly comprehend if it wasn't communication passed through our comprehensions? The dimensions of our de-mentia.
For what we forego in our future is a forgiveness of our past.
The past has passed - as a form of perspective within our access yet through our sights.
The site of the future is a matter of mind and a state of mine.
The control we have is nothing.
The access we alter is everything the altair of.
See you at the me + we.
1.17.2022 | the dream of lights - an aura field of stART.
"I have a dream" is one way to say it. Honor thy words through the hope of your home: the mind - a fortress of dreams and the entire entity of our existence.
The whispers of the legends honoring that worth through the duty of their work.
Let death design your desires.
To be all in is fear less.
To be all in is to say 'I honor the dream, the dream designed Me here. " My name is merely a reference point to the sound board of my mission. My body is merely a transitory piece of collective words here to serve the words to your selves.
The cells of my identity are here as energy transference intended to attract the meracles to magnetize you to your self.
The greatest delusion is having a desire for your self.
The dreamers are separate from the desires. Our death designed us differently.
Our death is our honor: our ashes as particles of our story dispersed throughout time - our story as a symbol of hope to all of those barely holding on to the rope. "I die for my dreams to life for yours"- that is the message from our selves to our self. What is regeneration?
it is a refreshment of our science by the re-generation of time. In our dreams, we pass through the scenes. In our human reality, we witness the unseen.
BRILLIANT BRAIN BREAK:
Pause. Breathe. Be.
Picture a hula hoop floating around your hips without you moving. The hula hoop just hovers - imagine this as your energy field. Whatever words, feelings, emotions, or thoughts, are particles within your "energy field" -- this is what stays close to you. What keeps the hula hoop hovering is your imagination - clearly.
However, laws of gravity would tell you the hula hoop can't just float without motion.
So for motion, picture your self walking through an underground tunnel with the hula hoop just hovering around your body - a friend, a fortress of imagination.
Within this tunnel are lights as projectors shining different colors throughout your scope of sight.