Time — the invisible scaffold we lean on without ever questioning its architecture. We build our lives on its ticking illusion, trade stories about bending or breaking it, and dress the absurdity in Hollywood costumes to make it digestible. But beneath the spectacle, there’s an unspoken truth: the moment anyone could truly “travel” in time is the same moment the integrity of reality itself unravels. The rest is theater, sold to us as science.
Tag: reality
It’s easy to get lost in the labyrinth of ideas — past lives, reincarnation, karma, hypnosis, and the nature of reality itself. We’ve been told that we are bound by cycles, debts, and lessons, yet the more one examines these frameworks, the more they start to resemble the same old control mechanisms dressed up in spiritual language. If we are fragments of an infinite source, why would that source impose rigid, Earth-centric laws of punishment and reward? Perhaps the deeper truth lies beyond the narratives we’ve inherited — beyond the neatly packaged stories that keep us tethered to a cycle we never agreed to. Maybe the real journey isn’t about atoning for imagined past sins, but about breaking free from the illusion that we were ever bound at all.
Yes, we forget… The “forgetting” I am referring to here is potentially far more insidious, interstitial, and reality-shaping. It concerns our journey back and forth between the physical form and how, inconveniently, we are wiped clean of all previous knowledge and understanding of this place and the nature of what earthbound life entails. It seems that we are born disadvantaged, though a certain pervasive religious distortion has twisted this notion into the belief that we are born “sinners.” It’s important to recognize just how prolific logocide is in our modern world — that words are routinely repurposed and redefined to foster confusion, infighting, scapegoating, narrative manipulation, and mind control of the masses.
Conditions on love. The world is always in a state of chaos. The parasite class and their psychopathic minions continue to do their worst, knowing their version of the world is swiftly and absolutely coming to an end. They’ve ramped up their trusted, centuries-old, insanity-generation mind control machine to its highest level, and still their silly impish efforts fail to take hold. Certainly, there are many who fall into the traps. Lives are lost, avatars are snuffed out. Some still take the bait, biting down madly out of habit and practiced bewilderment.
What if the sun is a local phenomenon? It sure behaves as if it is. How does that alter your perception of this realm? Does it make you cringe? Angry? Laugh out loud? Or does it affirm what you’ve suspected for a while now? It doesn’t matter to me. My purpose in this life is to shine a light on the lies, the shadows, and the darkness. In three words, it is quite literally to amplify the light. It is not to polarize, separate, and divide; it is to unify, intensify, and make vibrant and evident that which is real.