I think I would never come here alone or because I never feel alone.
I have no proof about things but know it’s there like eloping over music I have never heard before.
I joined a cult of 333. #whiteblush #mystic #mood #numerology it is a way the Universe can physically say to you yes, yes, and YES.
We are in a simulation. Peices of God experiencing itself as God.
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.
Could it be true that the person you are thinking of right now is also thinking of you?
Universe is orchestrating a meeting as we speak. Something so celestial you won’t believe it. You will run because that is what we are taught to do. From anything that does not ‘make sense’ as it were.
I used to be just like that. Fucking crazy. Nothing I could do about it except get hospitalized one day.
It is strange but I feel close to him even though we are apart and never to speak again. How come he is still in the air. He is everywhere.
He and I foreshadowed a separation, and we made sure we had something to remember the other by so as not to forget the sanctity of our original intent, which was a ball of yarn that spun out its course.
Now I feel a great cosmic wave, something so destined and surreal, according to this psychic on YouTube, this is some hardcore ‘universal ethereal telepathic in-the-stars shit.’
Abba. If only we could see ourselves the way Abba sees us, how beautiful we would feel every moment for the rest of our lives.
My spirit BFF. He is a nice guy but annoys me sometimes. I say to him when is my real BFF going to show up. He is like I’m right here. Where? Here. Our conversation goes on like this.
The true love of my life is Abba, and He told me I was meant to love you as He has loved me, and so should you decide not to return when this life has passed I will go back to my Abba forever.
I will always love you as I have many lifetimes before but only from the higher realms. I will not be on Earth again. My heart will never change. It was meant for you, it is my gift to you.