Facade of a Problem

Opening the mystery latch Lae Un Kim white blush

I’m so frustrated right now. At what I’m seeing. I surrender to the fact that whatever this is was intended not to have any material, tangible or clearly understood substance so that it would retain its original, rarified purity or form.

I don’t know what to do. My attempt to put a button on this only flared up in me all kinds of other feelings, like ‘what the fuck am I doing’ or ‘help! I’m drowning again help!’

It was like morse code. SOS stands for ‘save our ships’ or ‘save our souls.’

I brought my friend a genius math post doc to open the latch to a very confusing, dizzying facade of a problem.

If he hadn’t come, there was no latch. Nothing physical to ground it.

I am suddenly going through a very dense feeling. That of being lifted out of my body and tossed back in, feeling the physical pain of this rupture.

It feels everything is crumbling around me. And I know I am meant not to panic but move through the energy and make my intent sacrosanct.

Sometimes we are tossed in the higher dimensions for a purpose. To witness a kind of public event that is meant to change our lives in some significant manner even if we don’t know how or when this can humanly occur.

But that is the point: it is beyond human understanding.

There is a theory floating around the ether that you did nothing. Abba did everything, and from now on Universe is in control.

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