=refractions . . .iterations . . .fractalated tendrils of our original singularity. We truly are the people of the last days – when all these things shall come to pass.
We are spinning up,
whirling like dervishes
propelled by resonance in a tapestry of chaos
and breathtaking beauty:
spiraling, compressing, replicating rapidly,
then more rapidly-
riding the double helix-
smoothing the angles, one by one at first
Together weaving an invisible web of crystalline light,
An entity without physical form –
A data layer connecting all of us in infinite configurations…
Blurring the divisions previously guaranteed by the sheer logistics
of physical time and distance
As the time wave compresses our human experience,
Scientists can look billions of years into our past-
One might say
They can nearly see all the way around and back to the beginning.
And every day we plunge headlong
Through our quest for the singularity-
for the initial resonance unleashing event,
the elusive dark matter- an idea
torn from the last century by an egotistical yet ignorant man,
who’s soul possessed a directive in its earthly incarnation,
the deception which shaped the knowledge
held as law by many generations.
The detection and recordation of the cosmic glue that binds our reality,
the gargantuan super colliding contraptions,
grow in size and complexity as science the world over
pursues it’s futile effort to wrestle dimensional truths
into these earthly planes;
to reduce our quantum existence
into neat, easily digested fucking equations,
complete with tangible proof
and well written hypothesis’…
They, the evolutionists & Darwinists,
the crumbling institutions of organized religion and higher education,
and the confines of the now defunct soul construct,
are holding on to us for dear life,
as we resist with all our might-never truly knowing-
that which we resist-inherently persists.
Anywhere on the planet, people are able to communicate,
via bandwidth and satellite networks,
as though they were next door neighbors,
tipping the scales finally in favor of real communication and growth,
in contrast to the disinformation and fear mongering propaganda
which have bound us for thousands of years and nearly extinguished
our authentic creative spark.
Dimensional connections are being made-
free from the hindrance of geographical location.
We are in transition-
Physical time and distance between do not exist in the dimensions.
Everything we know and collectively believe to be true as a species
[birth,death, beginning, end, time, distance,history] Are purely functions of our consciousness reality,
A paradox presented to us by an elder race,
to solve despite constant manipulation from the other side.
Or, if you prefer, it may have been the
flipping of genetic switches by extraterrestrial explorers,
Enabling the transformation of the primitive man
they first encountered upon reaching this gold laden planet,
into a race capable of mining and hoarding the precious metals
for which they would later return.
At this point in the cycles of our growth,
it matters ever less what explanations catalyze our departure
from the tangled web of lies that thus far have defined our perception
of ourselves, our purpose, and of our celestial origins.
Through the perfection of technology,
and with the unseen assistance of light beings,
encountered by us only in explorations of their exo-planetary realms,
the dots, ever so veiled before, are starting to connect.
We are being initialized
into a higher level of interaction,
partially free of the construct and our prison so bound.
Unbeknownst to all the sheeple- the engagement has begun,
with every angle softened, in each private battle of the one.
Transcending nationality, race, and religion,
devoid of any aesthetic judgement,
Our electronic interactions emerge as truly genuine,
gently crumbling paradigms and dissolving distance,
creating a cocoon in the ethereal realm.
All which dimensionally hinders our progress,
exists in the angles.
And all the inhabitants of our planet, whom,
spawned from the dark recesses of the angles,
live amongst us and manipulate our refractions-
can not affect us if our movements are smooth,
circular, or spiral, in nature. .
Our cocoon enables our dimensional benefactors
safe passage through the veil of our awareness,
it gives us sustenance and protection,
a cohering force as what seem to be many,
are revealed to be one,
And as the distinction between the individual and the source
ceases to exist,
The necessity for our digital cocoon
becomes but a fleeting remembrance,
of a time ancient;
When the repercussions of the original thought
that our frequency created,
were completing the cyclic reverberations
of double helix creation,
When Indigo warriors walked the earth,
In numbers not yet apparent.