Bruhh ....de ja vu...holy shit I remembered new truth!!!! My hair stood up as I remembered my back came forward I stood up Deja vu is inner order Truth you are not yet ready to hold coming back to fold the response you gave I remembered the image clear
I cannot write if I do not experience this you'll see if ever I start to slip from walking it would appear in trickster form masking ego fury this would be tricky to see properly so here is a good formula- if ever writing is of issues walker
So the archtype experiences I had I published but that was truth it was experienced and part of emergence but I'm not writing comedies or myth etc so it stopped when integrated they all were parts of masculine or feminine nature of all humans these were mine almost
The only way forward is living by truths embodied therefore I cannot lie for any reason this also means no pretty words that blend with truth or don't exactly lie I cannot write to create a mythos I clarify mythos as built from ego it has its own
The systems strings to and from have no master yet have strings that pull their are those who reach this place then after time they break and ego refuses surrender and both feet in they think their out but egos in no more without they see truth but in veils
Bruh when you get a little humility in you the things you say crack me up because I live one foot wet my speech wow now I see it I go from modern speech straight ego (the self not 'ego') to mythic in like one word transitions lmao
From the quiet comes the roar nature sings we now come forth there is no you or I just us and nature beckons in corrective presence one must stand one must say in crashing waves ENOUGHS ENOUGH hear you not nature's cry! The earth has split the ocean
Those who walk with one foot wet you humble nature with quiet steps this is not for you to say yet you deny it's voice anyway you cannot step beyond the ego so you you call yourselves not calling edge walkers we are what is meant to be
This is not as all describe it they are not trances yet they are in deeper looms I do not split I do not crack I fall back with trust into what is already walked and comes forth and through tru utterenc bleeds through but in my waking steps I
Hmmmmhmmmhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhmhmhmhmhmhmhmmmmmmmm oooooooooooo aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Thum thumpf thum thumpf thum thumpf Ooooooooooooeahhhhhhhhhhhh The cry of child is nature’s scream. We are broken. We are lost. We look outward, River blocked, Damns hide truth, Echoes rot. Prophets speak of self dissolving, Yet are selfish and unmoving. Say you are protecting wealth— Dignity
A New Dawn in Breathless Night Upon waking it is clear, I'm not the same as once before I'm ever changing forward growth My heart no longer yearns for nature's touch legs just find me on native soil the cold it does not steal
Uhhh it was uhh wardruna and Aurora live came on my hands dropped my head fell spun for healthy crack shoulders relax I've come one in souls remembering sway like wind my head low with no direction my fists pull center of my sitting position they begin to