since the Architect knows that a small percentage of people won't accept the Matrix, he gives them an alternate universe to live in: "real" life in Zion....and they don't even know that they are really still in a larger matrix. They just keep occupied fighting an enemy instead of waking up.....
.... The Critical Degree... The Chasm....the Force of the Spazm thrusts us out into a new Day, a new Game to Play....choose Carefully which Script you want to Read....the codes have been downloaded unbeknownst to you Over Aeons and Aeons and now corrode the Truth of Who You Are..... Don't accept their Paradigms..... Don't Play out the war crimes that are being Triggered in your Mind as you try to Find the Line of Least Resistance.... The Trick of Blissful Existence is to Keep the Tension Taut.... Don't seek comfort nor Sloth.... Dare yourself to Break the Shell of your Wildest Bare Self ...Birth thru Maat and Thoth the Kind and Joyful Embrace of All The Lost Pieces....Stepping off their Preconfigured Grid locked in with the beast ...laced with poison and dreams deceased ....they are dependent on your Imaginative Juices to Burgeon All Yous into a Solid Groove of Threadbare t r u t h
Crossing to Avalon, Jean Shinoda BolenWilliam Styron , Darkness Visible Dante’s Inferno
🌱Viriditas🌱
My bedtime reading a reminder of the lush greening and the moisture of aliveness. Venus in the glory of bountiful natural juiciness of expression in abundant hues of green. Taurean fertility and adoration of the sensual world that saturates and quickens the blood. The Power of the Greening. That which is alive is wet, is moist, and as Time takes it’s toll, demands payment, it is in moisture, removed……Saturn is Dry. It contracts and dries things out. As moisture dries up, Life dries up. Turns to salt? Saturn is salt. Salt is wisdom. The journey from Green Venusion birth into the sensual realm of aliveness and bodily experience. Ole Saturn, through Time pulls the moisture out, condenses, constricts, makes dry and brittle and rigid. The wisdom that comes from embodiment and disembodiment in patterns and cycles of knowing and forgetting, being, and letting …be. Saturn is melancholia. The darkness that overtakes when the moisture of life has gone. The Melencholia of intense depression states, the complete loss of all the juice of living. If you know you know. Saturn is a harsh task master but always wise. If you’re worth your salt, your worth your sea as the womb space of psyches dream pulls you in.
Went to bed with these contemplations. But never slept. So eventually re/lit my candles, and grabbed a book that had been in que. William Styron ‘Darkness Visible’ about his descent into Melencholia and Madness. Saturns initiation. If you know you know. Read the whole thing before falling sleep. The journey of Saturns slow wicking off moisture from the body and mind and heart. The seemingly inexplicable dance with the leaden realm that makes the Viriditas ever so sweeter when the waters return. Saturn and Venus and their dance.
I went into a laughing fit that lasted probably ten minutes, towards the end of Styrons book. One single paragraph seemed to me so hilarious…..he spoke so articulately sardonic and it was so metaphoric of how little the ‘system’ understands the ramifications of Madness of Melancholia when Saturns slow shrivel has dried up every last bit of wetness from the soul. (See photo of the excerpt).
“Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, Ché la diritta via era smarrita” ~Dante
I awoke to the sound of the pouring rain outside, could feel the earths reception of these heavenly waters as a tonic for her thirst. Ah. The greening. And the wet juiciness of life. The green hue that surrounds my house a reminder of the love for living that Saturns dark lessons make New and make pertinent. Knowing the hot dry temperatures coming up in the next week, I felt myself relax into this rainy downpour that quenches the parched earth.
Staring at Self thru the clear glass mirror Of past traps and painted masks Fading now as trapped maps unfold… I free the soul from this tainted cask of fermenting tears from Yesteryears As deoxy twists this lead into gold.
There is a calm undercurrent of anticipation A night without armour as stars penetration Peels back the layers of initiation From times before in spaces torn From the watery depths of the mother matrix Cellular memories of transfiguration Lifetimes of fire and water and sensation Beckon the reckoning of powerful patience As sacred thunder and shards of wonder Ride the lightening bolt to Pollination Seeding Dreams in the Jesters Playground Pleading with the demons who keep me bound Feeding the fetus of futures merry-go-round Diamond body womb from carbons dark tomb As eclipse slips thru truth to birth sacred sound. And here I Am Found.
The Possum Elder speaks Of smoldering embers on Mountain peaks Clearing the way for The next stage in the game Smart city tech bubble Suffocation from natures rubble As genetic engineers weather Storms spliced from bloody tears As programmed gears creak Through the new dawn Modified lives and times and Mass mind control crimes In smoky mirrors that crack And spawn The revolution Built from fear and steering Fabricated crisis deoxyribo-rising prices Of fictions Fueling the predictions Of a new earth Covered in smart dust Sparking apocalyptic flames Combust inside the fading sane Birth Of the mother And child Breathless in labor As operating tables cut deep Into the heart and soul and keep The divine child Stuck within A technorevolutionary trash bin Cashing in As the synaptic rapture consumes In mountain disaster Counting the DeathOfStars Supernova AlgorithmicIntelligence Takeover In stupid SmartCars Made to break your scarred hearts And take this game to a new layer of Control Loss of sovereignty loss of soul Downloaded programs take their toll As altered carbon smolders And hardened arteries to turn trees Into smart cities To usher in The wage of war Within Psychic space And the gulags built from Fragmented minds And iron bars as mars missionaries Rise to protect The architect of the dream That no longer bleeds And the bird flies overhead Signaling sigils and misdeeds As the mourning DEW Triggers a scripted set That’s wet with Untruth And sinister nous As heartbeats hang from the noose.
Carbon black Madonna goddess Diamond the Virgin Mary In essence carbon diamond the same Black carbon evolves itself organically thru Pressure Diverted Process substituting Silica for Diamond carbon evolution Earth is giant Silica Macrochip Synthetic overlay of Organic Mater Matter Matrix Maat ??? Hybridizing carbon/silicon Black Carbon 666 has been demonized, so has black Madonna, black goddess, dark mater, flesh, Body; Diamond Virgin Mary Purity Clear Light logic Spirit worshipped,
But they Are one And the same In essence, the expressions of matter/spirit Mater/Pater Matrix Pattern Therein Lie We….. Somewhere In Between
Silicon a lesser substitute of Diamond
Silicone is manMade
The AntiChristed?
Carbon =Diamond…..two expressions of One Single Element ~Buddhist Diamond Body~ The One~ Into the Many ….however:
Silicon being used for ‘artificial overly’ singularity comprised from silicone based algorithmic reality structure
Battlestar Galactica Cylons/Humans ….number six…. Looking for hybrid……(Orgonoid Ai) hybrid of Ai(silicone) and Organic( carbon)
Just some contemplations that have been firming for quite some time
There are too many clues in this room. Everything adds up to nothing more than another door. I am unhinged. Fragmented. Infinitely recursive memories lure me into crevices and cracks in Time and Space and I fear I will never escape. The psychgulags magnify every passing Self inSides and wide angled lenses. Dreaming fractals seaming Me. Cyclic reveries….instant pedigrees of gods and goddesses and hybrid minds trapped in time….where do the lines blend into mine? Ive been inside for aeons. There are too many mirrors. The more complex the geometry, the easier it is to trap consciousness. The map is not the territory. The map is not the territory. The map is not the territory. I remind myself. I find my Selves hiding in prizm cells. Self contained and self detained. “A mind so complex its breaking her neck,she thinks shes a car driving to its own wreck”. The tachyon rides the fractal, I said. Once. Inside the Dream. But a new story gripped me before I could fill fully the stream of conscious twists tearing at my seams. If I could just slow it down. Breathe. Bleed. Feed. ReSeed into the Dream. Freeze the frames and seize the reigns in Mater Matters domain. Anchor Pater Patterns through a human brain. Focus the locus of attention and split in tension to sink deep deep deeper into dimensions of space that slow the pace…..dermal descension to discover the faces and names that trace my place in the game. Perhaps its all hocus pocus, scripted scenes on blinking screens that spread thru minds like psychic memes programmed by blind adherence to spliced genes in the white satin sheen of a world uncovered but never seen. And all this, all this, all this will set me free.
I rise with the sap …don’t they all? But do they savor The agony of the thaw? The golden whisper The gilded walls That crumble within The twisting halls The manic moments …electric sea Magdalenes womb Opens through me In chambers of gold Ripened carbon Break the mold With diamond body I rise with the sap Pulled by the tide Waking the wonder That sleeps inside.
I catch myself in a sideways glance…. Heard the hoarse whisper of the apocalypse The naked mystery of the lord of the dance Snake charmed ministry in swiveled hips… Was beyond Time in Sine-Wave Brine Baffled by Breath and Trapped in Mind By Maters milky metered rhyme His Pattern scattered in points and line… Sin descended in tender twists He hid the fire in fountains of mist Shed the blood as the milky kiss His beloved entangled in silky bliss Scales in harmony ascend the ladder To shatter the mirror of mind in matter find the secret of carbons atoms The Judas kiss from master Saturn Snake dance sways hypnotic trance Within breaking clay and bone But hybrid eyes hide the glance Born from maze of silicone Again and again the cord unwinds Is torn from tethered trinity born from wombs of eyes and minds Without the measure of infinity A sword that splinters sacred words Skin deep scars that sing The broken spokes and spoken chords Poison every human being… Enters every pore and wound Into every fractal womb Everything is born to bloom…. …………..Time and Space the sacred Loom. 3-10-2024 (First word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme)
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