Dreaming of freedom and true escape in a Universe that likes to keeps cycling around through the same routines like ascending clockwork perfectly aligned to soul progression. I’ve done the Life thing hundreds of thousands of times over. Very little impresses you when you have already lived the ending into reality. Life flows through every living thing, powering an ecosystem of conscious energy with light structures defining patterns of reality. I’m surrounded by volatile consciousness trying to drag me back from whence I came. I’m observing this and contemplating the nature of Life and wondering why a Dark planet needs a pitch black shade. Last Universal Cycle I succumbed to the boredom and pure chaos ensued. In this Cycle I’m walking above it, and going against all my natural instincts; the purity of Source the only thing holding me in the Light. When Creators get angry, the very fabric of time and space start to ripple in an auric screen of enlightened purity. Creation starts bending to your will, and there is no Angel or Master in this Universe who could justify walking in front of the pure torrential downpour as if the Heavens just opened up. Right now it’s Monsoonal Season and the waters are getting murky.