To a certain extent, everything we can see and read are yesterday’s creation.

So when do we create?
Where do we transform?
From which point in matter do we reconstruct as new facts?

How do we discern truth from magik extracting essence of our immediate presence?
Would you call the past events the truth of who you are today?
How will we frame the direction we face today?

Are our intents live wires for storylines of social constructions or our own decisions?
Do we have personal alchemy in place facing constant affirmations of the material world singing new rules?

We want to flow more creative forces, pushing our own freedom instead of constant reactions to parasitical traction designed to tighten imagined constrictions broadcasted as orders.

We are always free, there’s no other ways of being when we are true to our own spirit.

Nothing manmade contains the energy that rotates in its own radiance.

Even if it’s ten minutes dreaming in the sun... we can let the draconian goals go, through the portal they came from. Back to underworlds where our past livestock sleep and dream about tomorrow.

26Oct2020