Life and its infinite ways of delivery have revealed to me once more. The magic of speech and sharing that gifted flow with others proceeds to unlock more of me with every step of transference. I am becoming more aware of my right. Reflected, I have felt certain things since childhood and what seemed normal, has taken a long stretch to determine that it is not. My vision of living has taken me on an incredible adventure both through the guise of the night and its winding corridors of fantasy, as well as, the lit areas of reality. On a foundational level, I have discovered more to be aware of. I also have challenged the things that have presented themselves to be my center path of this journey. I fed into others fears and doubts and took those on in my stride. That part of this ride carried some unbearable roadblocks. I kept silent about my clarity and the order of things seen through my version of reality because simple introductions became fleeting. My mirror would run away. Convoluted deliveries led me to alternative measures of form. I felt the neediness of providing event explanation to others and in becoming, I saw that it was I that needed to define. Giving the opportunity space to do, to perform. In the definition projected outward, vision became clearer and also sight of alternate variations of my life revealed consistencies and also fears of cause and effect. I saw misuse and unknowingness from previous lives I had lived when tasked with this challenge I now face. However, this occasion has defined a modified version that has moved past all past dead ends and forced restarts. Déjà vu’.
The familiarity of it all, seems so real and here, yet distant. I have passed through instances where, in another life, I performed alternate outcomes. My reactions to the moment branched off to a shorter stick. Those realities do not feel like they are running parallel, instead, I insist that they feel as if I had lived them before. The brevity of it all is simple, I have lived and died many times. And my deaths were merely beginnings of fine tuning my divine path. Every try gets me one step closer. The momentum behind this version collects all other attempts and merges them into this grand experience. I would expect any reader to fully comprehend this directive, I too at one time would have not even afforded a fragment of a speck of dust towards resonating alongside this delivery, but that is how it is. Reality and the foundation behind it, has patience to make this perfect in every way and I value that importance.
When it comes to the request I have made and the vision that has been delivered to my receptors, the alignment meant I was to be in practice. The entire universe became my teacher and the spirit traveled from person to person and through object upon object guiding me towards that which is complete. This step of the being has me pushing myself to find my limits. I am being trained differently again, from the knowledge which I have amassed. In this class I am cultivating the social energy. I am learning how to talk without low intensities or position of power of myself or from others unto me. When it comes to dialogue of experience and namely, this type of revealing about layers hidden within, there is a fine line that skeptics, unthought, and people of the like, give feedback with more than just words or body language. It took a long while for me to be able to actually see the exchange and push given by such forms. That too had its many stages of developmental learnings. Finding the center of the center in cases where expression of heart cannot be punctured by layers of convolution that are attempted to be applied by conditions of the realty, means that with sureness, in all, my presentation, my aura, my thinking, my truths, my being, every fiber of existence from my observable reality, must be in alignment and have had the trials of experience testify as the collective truth of the presentation shared amongst one another. But when did authority and agreement, lord over the capitol of the pure path? Some call that benefactor the devil, and such has no power over me.
Life is coming though this vessel and once there was the moment where a power struggle was the game but my vision tells me of my path and I know where I am to lead. The reality is reflecting my path of the present, future, and past, and regardless of where I traverse, it is there. This realization of a connective force that moves through everything to relay this magical orchestration cannot be refuted as life proceeds. That is something that is wonderful about observational advancement. Repetition within a life makes space for the sensual sight of something beyond that built structure. There is such an effort to be aware of this consistently and not sleep back into the dream. Those that say they are “woke” often times miss out on that persona reality provides. The communication comes from somewhere and its not from the same schedule of mental delivery that is infant in the wider reign of sight.
I can write such a thing because I understand how difficult it was for me to come to here, to this point. I remember how easy it was to slip away from attention and where in conversations I floated away. When I was coming to the next level, it was easier to step back into the place I was. I knew there was more to come and be, but not knowing what direction of the compass led to my dreams and willed into life vision, the metaphorical wall bound me until I was ready and when I was, it simply disappeared. The layers are somewhat a safety net and to proceed, one must accomplish many things. It’s not just about living in material, there is a whole world in mental as well that demands your presence; I am not even coming in with the spiritual world and other layers of existence that cumulatively from this massive potential capable of anything. And that word, anything, in the mind of many, brings about fear induced thought and signal transmissions. Even yesterday, I came across the negative effects spoon fed into another that showcased a level of fear that stemmed from the word “anything.” I understand him and cast no judgment from where they stand, I’ve been in that mindset of energy and it is a challenging one to navigate through.
On the difficulty I wrote in the previous paragraphs first sentence, once I “got it,” “it” was really not that hard to understand. Getting to the point of being open to receive the wisdom without the mental battle within, challenges even the best guru’s. When I saw why I had to flow in the pockets of energy codes within the whole system, I was amazed. ~Teach love on levels that the levels do not know.~ And when these levels are taught, we all learn and when we learn, we ascend, we alter our beliefs and truths, we decide our actions with performances from the soul. That claim brings the soul forth. I channel this. Combining the structure of my life to navigate towards snapping the vision into the whole of reality means I must know the details in order for it to work, forever as my new platform. From here is where I expand my potential again and challenge myself to better know whatever those functions may be. For now, comparative lessons train me to exist for a purpose I believe I can achieve.
Time to meditate.
👌 🚺 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.
A Path Told.
As I walked further into life, balancing it on the edge with death surrounding the thin tight rope I was on, my goals became clear. Life’s meaning, tested and affirmed. I saw the vision, I understood where I was going, turning into, evolving towards. I now noticed my differences. I saw why I was such a unique form. As I placed myself further into knowing and discovering, I fear not, fore my path is being told differently than the traditional.
First, help was in sight but far out of reach. The struggle to rise and grab the life-restoring mana or 1up was not working with me but against me, or so I thought then. The vision came in to offer me direction. Frustration entered in when knowing things were not instant and even with trials or tests, the light evaded full disclosure. It was my life to then hold onto the precision of success and to fail until failing became winning. From lesson upon lesson, I grew. And soon enough, that boat I saw dangling over my head just slightly out of grasp, WAS NO LONGER NEEDED, I became my own salvation.
Along the way, both sides of experience would keep me in a spin, but I kept dancing regardless of the ice or fire slathered on me. I lived within the emotions provided and embodied that which I did not understand. Even though I knew it was not my known divine, it was an aspect in the universe of experience and I was its target. Funneled through others not to blame, I carried the pressure to discover, to learn, to know all that is on every level. I knew that persistence would prevail, and I would float and fly higher than ever before. But that realization didn’t come through quickly, no, first, I would need to simmer a bit inside the master’s stew.
What came to me while tumbling around with all the other ingredients that make up our presented life is that it is all part of a whole arrangement and it was my will to truly know why so I could create new worlds from it. I was to meet the artist and learn from his mighty strokes on the canvas of reality before I would have my opportunity at arranging through my creative elements with equal power on the level provided.
Knowing what to pass through is a difficult stride. Loving so much, it is hard to let go of even the things that damage. When I passed on the easy doors to hold onto preciousness, at first, the reality showed an ugly side. It didn’t handle rejection well from me and created ways to showcase its discontent. The communication met a barrier, one we would both have to learn from. Neither of us wanted the present materialization of emotional buildup to reside in the pool which it rested. So, something larger came into play to give this pinball table a full tilt and recoding.
Raising The Bar.
When you awaken the mediator, all bets are off. I knew that had happened once the things I knew should be taking place were manifesting themselves at rates as fast as eye blinking.
The Other Side.
There I was, standing on the other side of the ride, looking through the waves that took me to this place. The fashion worn as the character I played effortlessly told a story of the creation in question.
Coming and Going.
After stepping off the rails, I could see the things coming and going into all the facets of the ride. As they went without knowing and came from what they found. A stage to act in or watch like a television series. I could stop and tell them what’s to come but would they even know, as the ones timed before heard the words but could not relate to the meanings. That is to live.
I take it all in with a deep relaxing breath as the messages flow through and affirm the wisdom tones. I made it through the test and not a moment too late. The story teller nods his head and turns the page. Satisfied of details, a language is found between two expressions and now they become more unified, a requirement for the next development willed.
Behind The Scenes.
The next step in developing is to see the development plans. The magic is revealed and the guide to using it is laid out in an interactive manual.
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