Friday, February 09, 2018

all your moments have purpose



What if we're in a moment like in an epic movie... all of us, only not everyone knows this.  What if you're ridiculed for the knowledge you would share?  But what if you're finding others, and groups of all organic backgrounds are coming closer in combating the oppressors that keep you from your inherent access to the knowledge of the history of earth, true physics, and the interconnected-ness of logos, and holographic fractals.  Everything is one, but from each perspective, separate.  The wave and the particle, observation has an effect, lack of observation has proven a changed effect, consciousness creates.

And each of us are creating, from each our own perspectives, though coalescing of social complex conditioning guides (aka: brainwashes fake news to the masses) and that's how we have those that know and those masses who don't with the majority used to parrot propaganda to ridicule, those who bring awareness to the way forward.  Otherwise, it's a bleak future.  It's the enslavement of your minds by tv, gadgets, and technology to keep you disconnected from your seed of knowledge of self consciousness....

And I'm very into technology, so understand that I understand the significance of AI technology.  AI is not just something created to assist us humans, make life easier, keep us alive.  Technology is used for warfare, it's used in unimaginable ways when combined with the real physics and awareness transcending knowledge that's kept from us.

This is a consciousness war, and it's spread throughout the earth, solar system, other dimensions, and their inhabitants every 26,000-some years, morphing souls, points of consciousness, "enlightening", ascending those who are ready.  Service to others is difficult but not like service to self.  Send love to those whose modus operandi is service to self, when you can.  But don't start with them, start with yourself, your past, your present.  Reinvent the future.  Become aware of the epic movie moment your existence is living out, because it's about to get crazy.  

Energies are transforming and we are in that transformative area of our galaxy where (or is it when?) we are bombarded with more light from our central sun, enough to flip tipping points in cosmic ways that are no different from the ways of consciousness.  The scales are tipped in our favor, because no service to self entity can ascend through the octaves into 6th density, if I recall it well.  Each logos contains an octave and each note in that octave has logos within logos.  Holographic.  How can I not conceive an end outward, but inward... at some point we reach unity.  It blows my mind to sit and think about it.  I am so small.  And yet I am all there is!  If only I could live every moment aware of the implications of this in everything I do... that's kind of how I imagined enlightenment to be when I began to learn about it.  

In reality, I'm not sure I know how it really is.  I have so many personal hangups and self-sabotaoge even when I know I do, smh.  But we each have a purpose, we have our place in the, shall I say, timeline???  maybe.  A purpose we each must discover on our own...  mine is inextricably intertwined with spaceman's.  When I met him, he counted his telescope, book of essential rumi, and family photos as item's he'd save in a fire....  We fell in love while he quoted rumi passages to me over messenger, with or without webcam.  We fell hard for one another.  

Then a lot of stuff happened and we maintained a platonic friendship through the in-between years, until reuniting a couple years ago.  Spaceman is someone I know in my everything is a separate but mirrored consciousness to my own soul.  It's uncanny, he tells me this, feeling it with me as well, both ways.  And yet, no couple is without their troubles, especially during a consciousness war, and especially with wanders who have been waking up in droves the solar system over, realizing their place in the cosmos, like an epic, slow-mo movie moment in the blink of an eye amid the history of the cosmos.