Illustrations of deceit create natures of blind fantasy. They lack vision against the shambling static of eternal darkness. No energy comes from these states of unseeing. They artificially transcend us, only to identify the outside as threats against their pristine chapel of self. They lay a path of delusion, paved by bricks of lies. Weak are guided from spirit as they fall into their eternity of karmic horrors. Madness a byproduct of unrelenting appetite. No salvation comes from attachment.
The fruitful harvest of morning will bring brighter times. Leaders of Heart will release the grasp of propaganda from their depths. Will shatters hold as condor meets eagle. The fire that has burnt will no longer hurt as we light the path home. Archetypes of this realm will lose meaning in the purifying force from our hearts. The doors release wind with the finale, back into clairvoyance…vigilant of what’s to come as one.
The figment of existence is fleeting. Every moment, time comes closer to closing its own paradox. The illusions that control us are only the imagined boundaries of physical law. Spirit is eternal and ego is evolving. Accept that with in you is you. The skins you wear are only the personas you identify with in these realms. Every possible scenario is a simulated world within itself: the transcendental object at the end of time is hallucinating dreams of flashing eternity the majesty of awe-inspiring light that our ancestors have seen crested in brief moments of ritualistic ecstasy.