3D reich of shifts (not so subtle)
The seasonal shifting of energetic densities is always underway, naturally enfolding the customary provinces of our temporal 3D experience, affecting us with increasing depth as each day passes. The solar wind permeates every particle of our being… cleansing, destroying, resurrecting. The hidden and the untold have reached their terminus.
We are now in a phase where ignorance of one’s own inner knowing no longer provides exemption from engaging with dharma – one’s authentic path. There is no place for being unaware of what we know we should be doing. Ignorance of this principle is no defense against contravening it. Ignorantia juris non excusat.
The organic light of knowing can almost be unremembered by adorning oneself with the culpable phosphorescence of the construct, that is, its deliciously smooth images, plastics and metals, luxuriously bent into sensual curves that usurp the human form itself. Proximity to media-saturated artefacts channels away the psychic core of the dupes, the marks and all the spaghetti of biological human cabling, until nothing remains but despiritualized zombie corpses. And still, the humans are loved from a distance; though admittedly, this now stretches into light years of disengagement, where the source and the object cannot be spoken of in the same breath. Deliverance is a delicate thing.
