Reality

In waking I see the universe lit by the many stars of past, present and future. Millions of years in the making and introduced by the Big Bang, it motions information in a light loitering illumination of life in communication with inoculation. Illusionary rooms lit in a magnetic window, initiated by the magnitude of gravity and anchored in a longitudinal wormhole loaded with magnetic particles.

Reality is like a room in a house lit by the moon’s reflection of the sun. Windows allow the moon illicit connection to life with a wilful light that is carrying information about the universe.

In a time loop, information is mimicked and ‘will’ allows it to repeat its illusion at lateral moments in time in a malleable, longitudinal light lit by the ions of the sun as a wormhole window is open to the conscience. This is love energy and initiated by light iridescent within lines of magnetic language.

Lines carry information that can wilfully allow windows of light to permeate our lives, introducing us to light salvation, long lasting in wormhole phenomena.

Reality is within the realm of magnetic measure, moments attached to the manifold of time in the longitudinal maelstrom that is space time continuum. Inoculation are ‘moments’ attributed to the passing of time made in a managed window given to the minion at birth. It’s reality is ignited by a moving earth, moon and magnetic universe in a rotating system giving life an initiation into a reality. In this reality we coincide in a shared inoculation, linked by DNA, millions of minions made to carry a light to the millions of us who will initiate into the future. Imagine a world without these realities, initiation would be impossible to mimic.

When life carries ’will’ it illuminates the path ahead, willing a reality to materialize ’moments’ millimetres apart in a million illusions, like scenarios camouflaged by one light or illusion. Lost amongst the multitude, we create illusions to explain reality in terms of logic without magic or phenomena, in turn closing other windows or portals lit to our psyche. Ley lines are given to us as a guide to count our mystic intelligence, so we may find a deeper sense of reality amongst the universe, integrated mysteriously with the ancient world.

Willingly, we look for patterns of reality in our physical surrounds, not acknowledging the spiritual world we are aligned with. We imagine ‘moments’ made in a life that mimics all lives created in unison to imitate illusions of what we imagine our lives to be, as illicit wanderers of a global, egalitarian world. The reality is very different, managing imitable lives with reason, rules and monetary dependence we become bound by our own restraints.