👌 🚺 and gents, time for that part of the chapter where the story unfolds right before your very eyes.
I have contained an abundant amount of this universes aspects. I would say hoarding them, instead, perhaps the right word is, cultivating them. Challenge as it was to hold onto some of the heaviest flows of eternity so that others not suffer harder than has been. Eating that crow for the sake of a better light for all kept me very busy internally, on and off the clock.
I traveled to places others could not, beit from incabilites, fear, tuned vision, obtainment, or property. Within it I found discoveries and opened gateways to existences seeking communication on levels both in time, matter, and that place we go when we are not ‘here.’ These steps I show to you do not need to be copied fore it has already come.
There are many lives lived. Countless experiences that all add up to the sum of what has been already before.
I entered into the eyes of lives that have carried my reflection and stared back from that which it casts.
I have seen life from itself, as a word and a flow.
The path carried choices where the hand forced the direction without any hesitation. In it, the plan becomes clear, the closer you are to obtainment.
The Ritual, is that, for the reason that it gives. In the moment of the moment it was asked of me to perform. Knowing how to do from seeing how it flows and from times before, I carried myself into the field of energy whereas the ears were the universe and demand meant not of need in matter but will of function.
The magic and science are in the knowing, hoping, and willing of actions and thoughts. Take that in stride and step bountiful with calls to order a divine direction. We that are travelers of both the light and the dark understand the importance of both on the levels prior. Moving into demand beyond the realm of initial designing, gives an investment of creative function. How you deem the worth is the lengths traversed to gather the proper amounts of energetic debate.
As the eyes adjusted to the lower levels of light, the shadows that phased through the night’s darkness were seen. No longer could they hide either, all was being revealed.
The whispers of the night embraced by the feeling from the field of energy around me.
When something enters the space unseen but felt, there are three versions that could be described, Love, Unknown, and Adolescent.
Entering into a state of hypnotic and cryptic magic, the veil between realities blurs and additional levels can be seen or overlaid in both the same amount of mass or in transparency.
Affirmation from the distance is good enough for most to continue on, however, there came a point where I requested an alternate technique.
The life had changed since I had last been there. Things had grown and the path that was once there and easy to be seen, was covered by many objects. Regardless, I remembered how to get there and saw beyond the clothing.
I had changed and grown too. We were completely reflective. Knowing where our roots rested.
Through the wall, a path appears. The way is precise as I navigate through this life in search of completeness. It carries me into where I want to be and how I yearn to perform within it. I give it my all and I notice my strides. I see where challenge was faced and attachment had gone to its bitter end. To let go of the anchors that cast no direction, is a direction indeed.
When I got my heart back from the one who owned it (that was not me), I had to travel through every vein and artery in order to clean the crude, dipping every part in self love to repair the parts filled and clogged by servility. On the level that had gone, it was as per demand. The flow gave as its told to create. Out of it, looking in, the boat ride did not stop.
And with this, came an act, a grand performance. The film was my eyes and the scenes were felt on levels not understood unless lived through. The tale of wisdom.
Only I can walk my path, others may try but they will fail at translating the messages built specifically for my understanding.
Along the way, my trail showed my signs, sigils, and messages through various forms of communication. Another person may pass them by, however, I saw them for more than just a glance and each told a detail to me that guided me to my next steps.
We both had questions that needed answers. So reflective.
Everything grows. It’s what you do with the expansion that gives your mind definition to base more of the reality with.
Even if you search hard for it,
Nature and life have a personality about it, that it hides secrets till the intended recipient arrives.
Some of life’s path crosses where you’ve been.
I pass through places with familiarity. I pushed so hard to get here and now I go back through. I see that I am my past’s compass, and to know that someone ahead of me has been here where I am now, brings me peace and also sorrow. I come before me. I walk into my reality that I have already planned, already made, already destined. I know me, I trust me, the future guide of me and the collboration that it brings.
And with new eyes I see more that has been.
The transition between worlds, between lives and ways, one tunnel into another light, birth to rebirth, build up – explosion – impact – change. Actions previously, impenetrable. New definition.
Seeing the past one last time as I looked through the murky reflection, I knew that my former self could and would make it.
As you get closer to your light, things do get darker around you. Transitions.
One last glance, I respect you dearly. And now I 🚀 rocket launch into the future.
Response to choice, instant.
Light caged, still travels beyond its physical confines.
Patience for the past with wisdom to know when to move on.
And so, the signs say, “This is only the Beginning.”
We have much to travel and eternity to explore.
There are guides along the way for every step if needed. All one has to do is know such.
This moment is a memory.
As the moment catches a direction, regardless of distance, you move.
Where do your lines lead?
The path told clearly.
Looking down at the ride reveals that the way is not always smooth. On occasion, it may be rocky and rushing to help stir up the solidified glide and create new waves of motion.
[more to come, check back later]