There is definitely a pattern of sorts. This is an equal amount of Chaos to oppose and balancing force. When prana is the breath of life. And the conduit is you. One becomes the vessel. That’s what us humans do. Being the definitive magical working time machine. Whether wide awake or in a dream.
Fear of success is the shadow of triumph. It is merely nothing but another minor hump. Without humility or cause, we can become riddled with flaws. Through every dark lurking shade has another way. It becomes a brighter Sun for each passing Day. What aligns and fixes itself won’t always quit. Almost an unethical feelContinue reading “Pitfalls of the Stigma Triumphant…”
There on a floating rock was this thought. “Could this truly be all I have ever been taught?” That answer being a definite yes. Yet unfortunately, this answer would not much impress. For this was absolutely not suitable in form of what question was originally saught. One usually loves all, even with the palm ofContinue reading “Floating Rock Syndrome…”
Within the chaos known as past, I wash myself clean before this gate here and now. Stones of past and future to help guide how. They spark the light of this consciousness to be. Whether wide awake, or even in a dream. Surviving was the game, making it even through malice and maim. This hasContinue reading “New Year Opening…”