There's no truth
Being reflects him/herself into a constrained, lesser dimension to experience limitation, an exploration and reflection, that then turns out to be a son, a daughter, a family that now must be taken care of, creation, planet earth, the cosmos.
A set of principles were the tools for the creation, codes, guidelines, and a seed of intent that was to cycle around through the experience of time, growth, death and rebirth. Once the dragon of intent was released into the sea of creation, all produces, all experiences would be valid.
This cosmos is like water, fluid, in motion, and adheres to what's fixed and solid, and the only thing there is that's solid, is meaning. But meaning comes from the observer, so then the most fixed thing in the world is completely subjective to what the observer is observing.
Fiction and non-fiction, that boundary ceases to exist. Imagination is the expanse of what's possible, and therefore what you imagined is coming. So what is real?
These thoughts spread like rays from today's nahual, showing that there is different timelines, dimensions. How can we jump from one to the other? By understanding that there is no truth, that we make what's true. Beware of the coming days, for this jumping, I feel, becomes possible.
There's no truth
Being reflects him/herself into a constrained, lesser dimension to experience limitation, an exploration and reflection, that then turns out to be a son, a daughter, a family that now must be taken care of, creation, planet earth, the cosmos.
A set of principles were the tools for the creation, codes, guidelines, and a seed of intent that was to cycle around through the experience of time, growth, death and rebirth. Once the dragon of intent was released into the sea of creation, all produces, all experiences would be valid.
This cosmos is like water, fluid, in motion, and adheres to what's fixed and solid, and the only thing there is that's solid, is meaning. But meaning comes from the observer, so then the most fixed thing in the world is completely subjective to what the observer is observing.
Fiction and non-fiction, that boundary ceases to exist. Imagination is the expanse of what's possible, and therefore what you imagined is coming. So what is real?
These thoughts spread like rays from today's nahual, showing that there is different timelines, dimensions. How can we jump from one to the other? By understanding that there is no truth, that we make what's true. Beware of the coming days, for this jumping, I feel, becomes possible.