12/16/2025
The Last shall be first in line, these are indeed those Times. The Wretched of the Earth shall experience a Rebirth: Darkness pierced by the Light, blindness cured by Divine Sight.
The funny thing about Planetary Limbo is that we’re all caught out, arms akimbo bodies skewed and contorted, doubts thought about and rejected, our favorite invectives selected to impress the Get Fresh Crew. Getting through these days we slave away on the plantation, monetary oblations to Rome Eternal entombed in blood and bone, the rituals of our lives on rinse and repeat, Soylent Green Is People but you don’t have to believe me.
Media is king, the worlds of our dreams exist on the multiversal level. Skipping timelines we curse the Divine, finding God inside we eschew mortal pride and the lies we deride as fatally simplistic, bombastic lambasts aside, we ride pegacorns into the Light, frightfully delighted that life has brought us to this moment of fundamental Shift, blissed out on Loosh and Meditative Magic, the world is simultaneously tragic and transcendent, resplendent with terror and titillation, we seek the approbation of All Our Sacred Relations.
Global trends lend our perceptions a dark and desperate shade, we lay in the shadow of the Tree of Knowledge peering out into the Illumined Day, trading our innocence for a pittance, the illusion of wealth and worldly power. The stealth with which we lose ourselves and become our own sworn enemies is simply astounding, rounding out the experiential cornucopia of life, strife - both within and without - releases doubt as the necessity of the moment foments bouts of self-knowledge, the internment of discernment well-ended, despite the fact that we’ve all only pretended to understand the Higher Plan.
Even the man who considers himself supreme is a Queen, reborn into this life to figure out if masculinity is a mutated dream of the Divine Feminine released, our sensual, native element pleased by our supremely autochthonous egoistic surcease evoking Beingness itself. A return to the womb. A return to the tomb. A return to the life before life, death following death, consciousness swirling eternal, spiraling toward both the transcendent and the infernal.
It’s hard to understand dreams because three dimensional minds can’t unwind Higher Density Themes. There’s always something missing, something greater and more real. We feel as if life is incomplete because it is, we feel like we’re alone in these streets because we’ve failed to make that leap of understanding, misled by culture and that hateful little voice in our heads that we think is us but really isn’t, that treats us like the most forlorn and ignorant peasant.
Become present. To the reality that we all have a higher destiny to fulfill, we all have to decide between the red and blue pill. What you think is real or not is a testament to your Limitations of Thought and your Creative Ability, the greatest minds throughout time have told us there is no end to possibility.
Believe what you will but know the deepest truth. That most knowledge is pig’s swill and we don’t have time to forever search for proof.
Find your space of being and live your life out loud, look ever to the stars and make your Honored Ancestors proud.
