It has been a few short breaths since i awoke to behold the morning star and as was known to be, all that was in expectation is arriving in its designed place. As before upon an end, one is in the process of separation and is in need of the worldly possession that has accumulated around. They are once again theirs to have. I am continuing my mediation and chant at one past the zenith of the sun and while directing my feet, allowing all that is presented before me to be beneficial in a spiritual way. I sit here now in the diming twilight making more of a point to ingest that which is spiritual and to forgo the consuming of the temporal. All the while in remembrance, to be the embodiment of the archetype, to take all matter of sin upon self, to be the example of the divine and to once again manifest christ in this new age. For again, as i open and release my grasp and grip, all things fall where they should and all things move into the place that is correct for them to be for my spiritual development, which becomes easier to see, unlike this pen to the paper in this diming twilight.