Suite 1
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Title: suite 1
Author: Ahuaeynjgqxs
realities. But the origin of this reality is fractal, each fascet is a virtual reality inside a virtual to infinite proportions, if this was not so there would be no bliss in achievement anywhere and certainly no pleasure in being the Avatar. This ebb and flow of powerful holographic winds are the key to understanding the subtle energy channels that have been manipulated by the forces of the shadowlords. When we dipped our feet for the first time in the age of aquarius in the earth plane, the shadowlords crossed over from this realm into the container earth realm and interfered with the natural flow of events there. The clever mind will right away understand how, think water, think fluidity and magnitude.
Thus you will see that every action you make is not affecting the nature of a game, because it is inhabited by the spirits of many adults, even dead ancestors. I do not delve into beleif for this essay either, I speak of experience and not beleifs best left to worshippers and their brain dead agenda. Without bliss this universe would crumble in a mere instant, is it so far fetched to think that one human is enough to maintain such a grandiose creation, I think so. I warn that thinking in extreme points of view is rather counterproductive as this flow of consciousness adress the kabala. Let those who think they have pleasure squeeze their hormonal glands like it was a salty sponge in a distilled sea, only too late they will realise that without the minerals to absolve the bliss, the sponge is undead. Can you tell a dead sponge from a living one ? In a way you have the power to dream about going to the 6th dimention and see that sosaria is part of it, it even used to be the container (where the conscious directional power to steer was) You will see more than meets the eyes if you manage the lucid skill. Basically these photonic bodies need photons to create any type of effect or manifest, and who would be foolish enough to acknowledge that there is no pleasure in the `game`, that it is not fun to get someone back for a viscious hit.
And about the others ; which of you has not wondered once how it felt to exerce power and steal hours of hard work from a honest craftsman ? You just know he will run to meet the next healer and be back soon enough to pick up what you left. How great can a spirit evolve in a spave where there is no death to worry about ? At first the emotional experience of being killed was whole, your photonic self would loose coherence and go weak for the remainder of the day, until you slept. This is still so in a way, but since the great cataclysm the earth is the container, many rules change ; seemingly as the gods of both worlds see fit, I can assure you they work hand in hand, subconsciously. I am not the one to criticize their work, it is still horling together after all. I am a companion of the avatar and thus I scribe my way inside your mind, I was there before, and I will never be. Thanks to a woman with great courage, love and truth I have had the most pleasant experience of being consciously photonic again for two great earth months ; one of which was pure bliss and the second being pure pain. Not only in the feeling of belonging then separatedness, but in the strige of unresolved static mysteries and still because there is seemingly noone that came to rescue me from these dread 3 days in the tower.
I now write from the abyss, my mind is in the books since my body was taken by Rayder, a nightmare of pure mind who serves the woman I spoke of. I do not blame them for they do not yet know what happened to me yet, there was no way they could know since I visited them as a holographic projection from the abyss to bid them farewell. There is no way to describe the balance I felt that night