Twiddling thumbs waiting for the one.

Impatiently waiting patiently

Spending every second focusing on a point in time

of no time

when all becomes ONE

yet there is nothing to be done except nothing

because it is just a waiting game.

at the door but it will not open

not until we have enough people to break it down.  

we are all encoded in the system

free will is an illusion

all these choices and experiences are just a remembering

of past lives, sorted out and sifted through a filter of perfection.

becoming a conglomeration of all the best things we ever were

and releasing all the mind parasites that the archonic system has imposed up on life.

we all have a number, we all have a pattern, we all are eternal.

 

Return

apart. together.

together. apart.

apart. together.

together. apart.

meeting yourself over and over and over. 

saying goodbye to little bits of yourself over and over and over.

dividing.

conjoining.

exploding.

contracting.

breathe in.

breathe out.

and watch.

how is your movie?

you do know that you have never moved once in your entire life dont you?

you are plugged in.

encoded in the system.

an observer of a vantage point.

of the infinite.

you are and it is.

my god the terror when the thread is cut.

when one is not ready.

everything you ever knew is out the window babies.

everything.

it is beautiful. 

tragic.

and perfect.

Time speeds up to a grinding halt

Mirrors reflecting reflections of mirrors which are reflecting a reflection for a few other mirrors which happen to be reflecting each others reflection and at the same time reflecting other reflections that came from the other. 

Slowly those reflections of reflections of reflections of reflections start cracking, breaking, shattering.  One by one they all come down.  The veil thins with each lost mirror. Time speeds up to the speed of light in order to reach no time.

A spinning vortex with three lassos around it all being pulled in different directions.  Tired of spinning it will stop.  All three ropes snap. 

Silence.

Rest.

Amen.

Paths

So many paths intertwined

knotted up

along one path

the same one

the big one.

Underlying all things

.

is

One

central story.

It shoots out fractals

distorted, diluted or cut down

stories of the breaking apart and putting together.

Yet the stories all make up one story and they all end the same. 

Realization.

Take a Breathe.

It's just a waiting game now.