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Aug 2020
serving of three for the lord, serving of four for the ones who delay their rites of passage:
the young folks laid under the mist of this higher sphere, look and see only clouds: the illusion of the water and air blind them from the forces they also having coming.
a cord connects you, above below, beyond inside. . . thorough in the way you dig deep into these bodies: formed in material destroyed in material. though the HIDDEN god does not create or destroy, the craftsman does.

sunny: the bright days are here. for the HIDDEN INVISIBLE god is no longer eclipsed by the demiurge. pronoia and providence for all, always has been.

for things to be nonlinear: the essence of the trap . . . the circle in essence is the trap. shapes are the trap. forms are the trap. anything with form is the trap. the trap, or a womb? shall this be the womb, and when we are liberated we are to be truly birthed? but birth and death remain concepts within the material, for they are concepts of create and destroy: that is demiurgic. to be the demiurge is to create and destroy. birth and death are insights of him, the craftsman. the natural state is to be. the being is the true god. being is the true god. life and death is the demiurge. nature reflects the insight of the god and the demiurge. the demiurge is selfish: self-reflection, self-insight he did. he shows us God's self-evident nature: Self. Self. The Self . . . the Jiva and the Atman. the one and the many. join together to be divisible and indivisible. to be in and out.

the centre: dynamic and homeostatic
circumference: the boundary, the gates, a trap: a trap is enclosed, circular is enclosed.
astrology shows us the circumference: the boundary, and we are right in the centre: dynamic and homeostatic.
must use astrology, know it, to break through the gates, break through the boundary: go out of this sphere . . .

so this is the key: We, who We are, are not birthed nor do We die. but who we experience as, are birthed and die. the body is decaying. the soul is growing. the spirit is indestructible.
acacia
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acacia  F/orbis
(F/orbis)   
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   --- and Imran Islam
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