Waking Up From the Illusion of Being Awake



It's very easy to get stuck in being consumed by the compulsive need to tumble down every rabbit hole, to unravel every lie we've ever been taught, every deception on the world stage, how deeply we were indoctrinated, how brainwashed the herd is, constantly focusing on every psyop, the fear porn and chaos sorcery, to get stuck in all the doom and gloom underway and trying to wake others up from the hypnosis they are under. And even being angry at others for not seeing what we see, or speaking out. 

Pointing at what's wrong and inverted out there, not what's wrong and inverted within.  

Failing to see the teaching function, 
And the hall of mirrors staring back at you. 

It's a normal part of the journey. But there comes a point when you have to wake up, from the illusion of being awake.

We all have free will to choose to battle the mirror, or look deep within the reflection.

Many stay stuck battling the mirror 
 re-rooting themselves right back into the Matrix and never having done the esoteric deep inner work bypassing the medicine, root therapy and their souls calling. It's easier to keep pointing externally than to look at your own inverted psyche and ignite yourself in fire and flames. 

Through many transmutation cycles 
Deaths and rebirths 
It all becomes laughable almost. 
You realize the delusion you were under.
A hallucination
You were still in a deep state of slumber 
Asleep at the wheel  
Imagining yourself to be awake 
Acting as an unconscious Matrix agent 
You were just as much asleep as what you believed others to be.

An ancient whisper beckons your soul 
For a deeper search and inner knowing
For the Philosopher's Stone 
For the sacred
The otherworldly yet, humanistic. 
To come home
To our very roots
Our primordial existence
Elemental magic
Essence of spirit
Within all things
A lived animism 
To the ancient blueprint within 
The nature of reality that we were severed from at the rise of Abrahamic religions. 
And our primal core being that we have forgotten 

The one and only truth to be remembered  
To be fully grounded within this space 
The soul arrives home to its ancient memory 
Spirit cradles you and whispers 
"I've been here all along, awaiting your return"

Order out of chaos 

Your calling stares back at you
To plant seeds,
Only by way of walking the path 
To weave it into the mundane and modern

The medicine for the world is in the alchemical fire and the remembering pulsing through our blood, deep in our bones awaiting to be awoken from its dormancy. 

Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem

"Visit the interior parts of the Earth; by rectification thou shalt find the Hidden Stone"

The battle is within,
To be reduced to ashes,
And a sacred truth remembered 

The soul yearns to return 
Spirit awaits our arrival

The rest dissolves away in irrelevance.

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