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In twenty-five days, the universe will be coming to a head and all that will be will be left up to me. https://sites.google.com/site/archetypealgorithm/ https://archetypealgorithm.earth/
In twenty-five days, the universe will be coming to a head and all that will be will be left up to me. https://sites.google.com/site/archetypealgorithm/ https://archetypealgorithm.earth/
Arrival… A day it has been since the process has brought me from the east to the west. Just now, this present moment, a small bird, landed on my lap, look around a flew off. In my stillness and silence, it did so. All things have come into place. All things are becoming more peaceful…
For it is the great lion that walks across the heavens to the west, as just now a star above its head appears, to which soon, is the way i will be heading. https://sites.google.com/site/archetypealgorithm/ https://archetypealgorithm.earth/
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…
All is arriving. An age is coming to an ending, an age is coming to a beginning. As this experience has it’s passing, we have passed through the great arch, but only after the appearance of a woman clothed in the sun. Then onto the omen of passing through the star Algol, to the portent…
I have not forgotten the old woman sitting by the campfire. I have not forgotten our conversation about the sons of heaven. I have not forgotten that the thirteenth star came down from the sky and into my being. I have not forgotten that I began to create the world anew. I am constantly reminded…
We are almost there. She is showing herself brightly as the evening star on this equinox following a winter that was mild. Our lives are filled with such beauty and yet because of our hustle and bustle in keeping to schedules, we miss each moment that is filled with spiritual beauty. I had been keeping…
By the light of the full moon this is written. The mark of the beginning that is in the perpetuation of the spring equinox. The snow moon on its twenty-eight day, being herald by mars, which was proceeded by Orion, which has his arrow aimed north. For on this night, as the snow moon rose,…
For all things that I willith are being made to take place. That which is willed to be and that which is willed not to be. It has been in thought that the happenings are due to decisions of others made, but this is, in the becoming, less of that which is now, more and…
My attention as of late has been the more quieting of the external influx into the mind. Beside my commutes to and from the job and an hour of meditation at lunch, my mind is being constantly stimulated by something external. Not the idiocrasy of T.V., radio or news but of the daily job, research,…