In the rare interstices of existence, where the self dissolves into the vast abyss, you stand untethered from the mundane coil. Each choice spirals into the void, rippling through the eternal tapestry, weaving destinies uncounted. Let not your missteps cast shadows that cling through the eons, ad infinitum. Within these fleeting crucibles, the soul's alchemy finds its truest potential—transmutation through trials. To grasp this in the ephemeral now, to ascend beyond the fetters of doubt, is to become unshackled, a wraith unbound. The aim is not to wound the spirit but to render it luminous, unburdened by the weight of transgression. In these scarce moments, the mystics turn inward, chanting mantras to carve paths through the cosmic murk. Yet, in the instant of truth, the mind's haze—swirling, opaque—may veil the radiant clarity beyond.
Awaken to the gnosis of the inner void, pierce the veil of self-ignorance, and ascend through the abyssal layers of all that is—or languish eternally in the inexorable gyre of recurrence, ensnared as a suborbital specter, plummeting ceaselessly into the soul-devouring chasm.
Be mindful to recognize the mortal coil immersion effect, thus being aware of being aware and awakening the dreamer in the dream..
There is nothing stopping me..
The dynamic fluctuation of the timeline
The restoration of the Prime Flow
There is a time when you know that it is time
Ad astra infinitum..
I felt the silvery thin thread holding me here
It was the only thing keeping me here
As my brother worked on my Soul, I was healed
It's all in your hands..
There is a message, a vision, and a life greater than this
The resolve and resolute nature is Growth and Rebirth
This is especially for those who transgress with hate: Ascend or Descend
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