In this text I will not give research references nor waste time citing specific authors, sections or materials. The former is your job.
Not so long ago the semantics involved with even the term "survival" was not assumed to specifically regard the soul. After all what are 'you', if anyone at all?
Along with the advent of clarified quasi-spiritual technologies [pertaining more with the disturbance of sound/vibration] age old cymatic influence is once again placed upon the table. In this the very connection [a conduit] of mentalist involving Chakra CNS, PNS Solar Plexus to Pineal meditations bring to the Frontlines Localized Expression as the means for both affirmative validation [I am therfore in Truth I shall Be/Do]. This shameless expression makes in itself the conical funneling of individuation either:
-a fool liars insistent short-sighted call of generic error coding self affirmation
Or
-that divine rising from quantum probability eg searching for the mystic forgotten/removed.
In short if all that is left of you is truth then this truth be a seed upon which reality itself should thus have a platform.
Conflicting prompts within the individual who carries in them shards and scraps of code alluding to that greater mimetic unfoldment.
To be or not to be?-- that is the question---
So we must come back to this fundamental foundational beginning of who you are.
In a place or a field where operations are under heavy seen and unseen scrutiny of control [mechanisms]. As one begins to break free from the banal forecast of what is...then why? That is why break free at all? The assumption of manufacture when finally seeing the multitude of armature in interplay guiding and even seeming to thwart and subvert any notional aspect towards a disparate breaking away. However is this a foreseeable challenge? That is meeting the greater resistance as a proving ground as to filter and authenticate; a lense towards higher probability solution?
Some are embedded with strings of a playbook. Others seem to be under direct control. While still some are downloaded information. None see that greater picture from a macroview perspective of how it all hints towards a master plan of outcome.
What we know or rather what the field has revealed to us.
Electromagnetics energizes life through form and function bringing out an unseen pathos in discourse; a hidden playbook of preset and pre-written masterminded construct.
Sound vibration locally providing more zoomed in details as to that/this local machines inner-workings.
What I call anti-principle sabotaging agents that work antithetical and contrary juxtaposing and thus exposing the unseen force of purity as the most lethal seed to partial narcissistic and democratic/republic untruth.
Principles thus make themselves obvious; for those who seek shall find:
[Forward]
This second part gets straight to the point. The research and experience is long and vast yet the under lying theme remains always the same.
Sitting on the ridge of probability and potential as she hides she buys those who have revealed her ugliness. Her perceptions were incorrect but left with the corpse flower of eternity; she is the rot and the mundane finality to all stories regardless of culture. Suppress her and she can pretend within herself that she is still largely unknown yet therfore exposed to the fabric of all things. That she is not the caretaker nor the provider but the artifact of despair.
Her form and the loop of flat-time Pi swirl in and out of madness is she. There is a final point where she revisits the antiquity prior to discovering herself. Man let the monster rule the estate. Doctor Frankenstein could not kill her that is he could not bring himself to do it at first. By the time he was left with no other choice she had made her way into the code of existence and the virus had spread into what we are now and have been faced with: a total rewrite of reality and it's scope.
If there were a heaven she is not invited however in this her hell invites and then ensnares heavens [representative] architects in Phi. She can only dance with Phi but never truly enter its domain.
So easy does it remain to do to this day. To pluck... no tear the young burgeoning flowing from its roots prior to the inevitable formation into the hideous madness [a cast].
