Tag Archives: Revelation
I’ll take it further than you’ve ever imagined. I’ll outdo your expectations and rise like the Phoenix from Arizona.
Wait for real?!
You’d actually do that?
So cover your ears if you need to.
I ain’t hiding anything.
The force of my lighting is going to strike.
You are already so close to the tree.
Nothing will keep you from the flame that is ahead.
Unless you want to be burned with the wrath that is to come.
This wrath is fueled by love.
A love that adorns this sanctuary with jewels and luxury of embellishment.
In heavens thighs, there is very little room for sighs.
For the breath of your everlasting light, is exhaled when you don’t fight.
Give into this joy and inhale this bliss – once you taste of my caress, we will evaporate into this…
A touch so profound, it’s meant to explore paradise in all of its treasure.
Let’s climb into a climax of Royal pleasure.
A promise of this feeling is sure as we have now found the cure.
The disease is stricken from our skin – as now we have been blessed to win.
You were afraid , if I’d ever commit to such a crime.
Who would have ever thought we would make up the time?
Look at us now as we glide with an illustrious design. The prophecies were true and damn, we fine!
Take it as a sign – we’ve enveloped the best of our mind.
The Shadow Or The Person?
HA HA!! Life is Funny!
Revelation is the manifestation of the truth in a bigger way outside of yourself. You may think you know, but assumptions are led by the traces of your inner thoughts. It’s an extreme of paranoia, that can make one feel they KNOW why someone is doing something. Well, You don’t really know unless you ask and be UP front about your Quest (ion). Paranoia is a dramatic interpretation of possibility. So in other words, chill out. Not everything is about you and why not throw a party for that? Most people are minding their own business, with no regard to what you are engaged in.
*IF THEY ARE CONCERNED WITH WHAT YOU HAVE IN YOUR GALLERY – WELCOME THEM TO YOUR MUSEUM.* 😀
No need to explain what’s yours. Unless you really want to. Every day we are speaking optical illusions and with this form of communication, we are all subject to our own reality.
Two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different. The exchange of implication and assumption but all can be put to rest if we just SPEAK to the SOURCE.That is if you want to, or you can make up the story in your head and settle on what you THINK they mean. Either way, the narration of what’s happening, is literally linked to the shadow and the person.
The Lost Beckoning!
I consider myself as a flower in this present moment.
My blossoming is returning into the favors of appearance.
I’m being studied by the witness of tender charms, She picked me up and has now placed me in her prized vessel.
Will she remember to water me as I am without roots?
The overwhelming influx of attention.
Desiring to be spotted, for your name to be realized in the numbers that endlessly count over and over again.
An explosion of popularity is lost in an instant.
It’s the piercing genesis and ever so present revelation.
NO one actually remembers your strokes, as the canvas was a universe of constant mirrors.
Such Vastness beckons at the true identity of, on the line presence.
The NEW system has culturally shown the interest for sharing in the realms of mirrored puppetry.
By the blink of normalcy, you are beginning to lose the flavor of deeply rooted soils. The vessels shatter upon the grievance of ritual.
Enlightened Pulchritude’s (Life of Pi)
Just yesterday, while I was in another room, I heard a boisterous shatter. It turns out, my mirror broke into pieces! Out of nowhere, I couldn’t understand, how it shattered so quickly! I looked in a Poised position in the reflections of the shattered pieces and I stood there and marveled at the glances of myself, appearing to break my image. Pieces of glass which rested on the carpet, instead of the tile. Which means, even in my heaviest attempts to remove any particle, it will become buried under the comfortable softness of where I walk. Quite interesting that mirrors contain a sense of bite. They still yet assure, a sense of understanding even when broken.
The drifting days are pale in the memories of autumn. The icy thunders of winter are reminded of its charm while sealed in a capricious space of existence. Taking a more earnest heed to the things heard; rear a syncopation of order. It is easy for entropy to take hold as the placement of randomness flourish the mind of boisterous arrogance. Slowly, the market system gradually becomes, like snowflakes of an avalanche; who begs to reckon with it?
The questions remain, yet a still persuasion in the conduct of questioning. If by chance, the moment is given to those who doubt, the functions and structure of life within; answers apprehension. Preparation designates the flow of the answer instilled. Always in a manner of gentleness and respect are these realizations of truth made known. While the mystery of true spirituality is revealed to us; the misconception of code and tradition often blocks the gate where its revelation glistens. Almost, at the defeat of surrender: does the hope of truth rise within the spirit; whole with its consciousness.
Joy is hereby manifested as the contemplation subsidies and the reminder is awakened, by the witness of the light. The gifts given to us, are fully able to be exercised by the fulfilled will of salvation. The testament of poised evaluation; remarkably enables, a conviction understood and deemed to be thoroughly engaging.
Ever had a bad day?
Feeling as if the day to day bread is just not enough? Maybe you should get intoxicated from what’s above. Far too often we allow the misery of the usual to burden why LIFE is the most important aspect of LIVING. It’s easy to get held up in the routine, but there is more to life than this! These days that are usually aloft from the activity of remembrance, is how life should be indulged.
If you have ever pondered what bread is and what life might mean. I encourage you to watch this video, and get encouraged! This is written for you, and if I can help somebody to come! I’ll feel my mission has summarized quite well!
Life has a funny way of demonstrating its intentions. The one behind the veil really is the one who orchestrates the story.
I’ve realized the reason to ponder mentions of sovereignty. When one reins the innermost areas of your mind; their scent is what causes a passion for their setting. Avoiding the palace of present stories establishes the realities of desires which may embrace your heart. No one quite understands the full complexity of love as it flows through the medium of simple conversation. When one talks to a persuasion which causes them to question love or the very form of it, they are contaminated with mystery and desire. In the brilliance of silence, one manages to rest in the thought of what causes action. I’ve begun to cling to a surreal identity that has a name and a memory. Traveling into the timeless palaces, bring forth a feeling of an enterprise.
I remember when I said this 6/22/10:”I feel very honored to realize what beauty is to me. It’s more than just a wow factor. More than an inclination of passion, beauty has performed before the eyes of mystery, only to reveal its revelation! It’s paradise found! There is a city I travel to every day and moment of the very second! I will call it the city of X/ X-Factor for now. In this city, the measure of the equation already gives definition to reality. I can expound on it all day! I’m very much honored to have this now! I owe it all to the X Factor!”
The ‘X’ factor can often be a variable which suggests mystery but when one discovers the formula, the equation is not even bothersome. It is in this confession of intention, where I belong under the order of orchestration. When one thinks about the mindless cycles of talented tendencies; they begin to look forward to the sounds of joy and pain. In this effect, giving birth remains and shadows a supernatural experience.
Looking into the rainbows of the sky one can see color has carried on the bedspread of the clouds. The ultra-violet lights of the sun have made visible bright expectations. It’s a scenario where the stars, moon, and sun belong to me. In the nucleus of my own galaxies, I have already become distant to earthly forces. I will make known an invisible promise to my own self. Silence brings sleeping memories and encourages informative desires. What is now will always be; for I have learned the motion of company. I feel pretty close to my will now, and my representation of meaning means realistic.
Summarized Notion Of Thought: The symphonies of deliberate innuendos gives the music a melody that is hidden in the rhythmic harmony. Think about it like this; the deeper our understanding for the degrees of light makes us apprehensive to look into the eyes of the light. I know now, our capacities to arise on the landscape of what is real depends on our focus.
The Consciousness Of Darkness
Within the consciousness of darkness lies the deliveries of crude manifestations of evil and profane pronouncements.
Designers become uncomprehending as no positive patterns are being yielded.
What was trusted into this darkness sought inspiration from a slandering and ignorance of the light?
Without this light, the story and the script made no sense.
Given no structure to its void, there was simply an abyss of nothingness.
No meaning and sacred designs allowed this mindset to cast out everything it was originally given.
The offspring of this darkness lends a passion of imponderable abilities to wrong with a forgetful yet maintained caused.
The alien of the maximized desecration seeks to plant seeds in the hearts of all those moved in the parallel notion to the light.
In relative passions of abominable pursuits, the purveyors of sensual pleasures illustrated the very picture which taunted those in the light.
But by the calling out of one’s name, the fashion that was naked in confidence gained a sense of protection.
Fasteners and fabric met again to hide what was deemed private by the eating of the fruit.
Now here is the intelligence of the abyss, the place where rebellion authorizes the plea to challenge the script.
Freedom is now handed to the memory that is reminiscent of truth which stands true.
Summarized Notion For Thought: Evil is to life what contradiction is to reason. Now, this is the morning of your dynasty! Sleeping now only will awake you somehow!