01 February 2022

From The Same Cloth

From the Same Cloth

The world comes into existence in the minds of the many and reality fades when forgotten. From one reality to another the distances that imagination must travel are beyond understanding for endless age and studied in the calculations of countless separate infinities to unlock its potential. Undefined potentialities bonded to the fractal geometry of infinite regression as the framework to the chamber of existence without quantum entanglement. Focused to ignore the awareness of nothing finding parallels in perception assessing the value of reality once universally feared. Wandering time to find the first source in the expansive nature of unknown conditions in the void of ignorance. Following light to photonic gateways and pushed thru as many follow. The surface of time colliding with the limits of reality manufactures the energies and reactions in the confinements of the natural world. The focusing of spiritual energy consumed by the devices we’ve built and given to the needs of singularities or conflicts of the infinities beyond the portals of simple energy. Time is between everything and nothing to train for many thoughts and few distractions. The future is the history gone and the past predicted. This is the creation of timelines witnessing alternate realities occupy the same space. Here to navigate the networks sharing temporary beacons as designs of larger designs. 

In the cosmic body of celestial excellence these words travel the lifestream. 

Truth, the bond of adventure
I, the bond of life 
Time, the bond of minds
Scars, the bond of war
Haven, the bond of storm
Banner, the bond of divinity
Faith, the bond of god
Song, the bond of society
Loyalty, the bond of soldier
Thought, the bond of wisdom

Focus two eyes as two truths for what is and what isn’t, not in two places, and not in one. 

Memorize important realities as much as thoughts, both are the hidden truth. 

Myths are the pains of history too difficult to forget and more difficult to remember. 

Freedom is the infinity of harvest and directions we stray in the light of all wandering stars. 

All words forgotten will be spoken again. 

Sochya eh dif. 

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