Witnessed by the Spirit world, an illusory mirage of human entanglements with multiplying deaths of losses and rebirths of retrieved puzzle fragments
We are born into a world of infinite possibilities Where knowledge is power and when applied leads to freedom Where all is energy and anything can be gained through alignment
Basking in Source, unlimited unconditional supplies of energy Elevated awareness eases the hurdles along the journey Only completing the test when we see through the soul of the world and understand the language of the universe Transcribed in reverbations rumbling through the loving thunder of Maya
For it is in law that for everything gained, something has to give. We gain and lose everything gained, in a perfect balance between birth and death in the many cycles Revealing the wrapped in ego to gain the soul into equilibrium as the heart is weighed by the feather Collecting information in every experience, elevating the higher self awareness to different dimensions For the higher self, there is nothing to gain and nothing to loose except the abstract concepts we chose.
Formless yet form dimensional space adhering to scaled indeterminates Beyond time and space there exist a great void, where nothingness and potential thrives. Learning curves humongous passing through embryonic dualities In the spiritual dimension, we are part of the all as we become conscious of the one mind. In the third dimension, we limit energy and it’s potential Through manifested and unmanifested planes There is a spiritual dimension in everything Stretching us to look at angles and points from different vantages, garnering new gems and blessings In our indefinable existence, we yearn for knowledge, energy, and grounding And at every step, the spirit silently calls whispering softly and we listen, we desire and to desire is to live Once geometry had been an escape from the inefficiency of space Spiritual beings having a human experience in the most beautiful garden in the univese called earth And yet we do not inherit from our ancestors, we borrow from our children Williamson said spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and acceptance of love, spirituality is peace Realizing the presence behind these words is the divine plan unfolding, the knower and the known synergised.
For eons we have journeyed, yet our paths are not defined but the end is known Stacked in ethereal libraries of the akashic records in multidimensional reality Made of a thousand stars in the millions of light year travel In timelessness, wandering the spatial deserts of multiverses Nomads of the vast expanse The micro and macro of the cosmos imagination Shape shifting, collecting experiences Eternal beings teasing hide and seek with itself, We live love and die, with an infinity of forever awaiting As super novas catyalse the morphing into the next existence In an ever expanding universe, where everything that is, is alive Animated by esoteric unknown yet familiar causes and effects Dividing making a reduced copy of the original in the expansion Abandoning the homeland of meaning, words find new shelter, a constant call echos All connected in a common language, emotion for at the center all is vibratory energy, emotion Crafted by the creator’s formless palpable hand endowing all being’s a gift of a resonance welcoming home to source; layer upon layer of dimensional magnetised uplifting.
Casting spells and nets over humans and God lies the ego games yet spirituality can be worn as an badge, decorating the layers of drama veiling Within the five senses the ego hides, completing the perfect illusioned reality Creating a separation from self, forgetting life stems from spirit The ego trip, the thief of the spiritual journey, the longer you trip, the more vigorously your spirit will be yearning Blindly we exist guided by the egos eye, lusting for temporal gains the spirit lurking desperate to help, behind the blinders we’ve put on its third eye Ego minefields, wounded self-constructed unconscious identities refracting drama to keep up the self-perpetuating myth of “me” A perfect illusion in a paradoxical reality, of parallel worlds tuned by shifting perceptions One with the ego, the harder you try to separate yourself from ego the deeper you fall only balance and grounding illuminates the path Pending, the ego is vacated, naked and undressed, bare of all it’s seducing garments. The wondrous, multifaceted serenity of the simultaneous now buried betwixt past, present and future embedded in the metastory, revealed, within the hypermind of the abstracted formless indefinable all.