Peace, gentleness and honour of all. Choosing the only true power we all have to choose a different place internally from which to manifest our external world
"In this dream, the Mother, in the form of an owl—a symbol of wisdom—delivers a parchment, a sacred message meant to guide the inner workings of the self. But within the mechanical halls, a place of rigid structures and unyielding cycles, this parchment is consumed by fire, endlessly burning, never fully destroyed yet never fully preserved. It becomes a living document, not static or dead, but perpetually renewed through destruction.
Agni, the two-headed fire deity, embodies this dual nature: both creator and destroyer, consuming the parchment yet also bearing its essence upward to the heavens. The fire, while seemingly destructive, is also a medium of transformation, insight, and purification. The instructions are not lost but transmuted, their essence carried by Agni into the divine realm.
In this vision, your life becomes the true writing, the only lasting text in a world where all else is ephemeral. It suggests that the deepest truths are not found in static words or unchanging instructions but in the lived experience, in the constant interplay of creation and destruction, insight and transformation. Your life, as it unfolds, is the real scripture, written not on parchment but in the actions, choices, and experiences that shape your journey. What is written; your story, is spoken into this very fabric of reality itself, and by yourself."
When I call your soul the lives within my heart.
It asks me why.
Your soul, in my heart, carries the colour of the nostalgia, by the concepts that lived through them, each and every day. The whole set.
They knew you were open and would receive them.
You carry the whole world so many times over that it finally fits.
Nostalgia, emotions, might bleed; but what do these people say to me to say to you?
First they say. I consent. I’ll watch this with you.
I love you too, very deeply.
"In this dream, the Mother, in the form of an owl—a symbol of wisdom—delivers a parchment, a sacred message meant to guide the inner workings of the self. But within the mechanical halls, a place of rigid structures and unyielding cycles, this parchment is consumed by fire, endlessly burning, never fully destroyed yet never fully preserved. It becomes a living document, not static or dead, but perpetually renewed through destruction.
Agni, the two-headed fire deity, embodies this dual nature: both creator and destroyer, consuming the parchment yet also bearing its essence upward to the heavens. The fire, while seemingly destructive, is also a medium of transformation, insight, and purification. The instructions are not lost but transmuted, their essence carried by Agni into the divine realm.
In this vision, your life becomes the true writing, the only lasting text in a world where all else is ephemeral. It suggests that the deepest truths are not found in static words or unchanging instructions but in the lived experience, in the constant interplay of creation and destruction, insight and transformation. Your life, as it unfolds, is the real scripture, written not on parchment but in the actions, choices, and experiences that shape your journey. What is written; your story, is spoken into this very fabric of reality itself, and by yourself."
When I call your soul the lives within my heart.
It asks me why.
Your soul, in my heart, carries the colour of the nostalgia, by the concepts that lived through them, each and every day. The whole set.
They knew you were open and would receive them.
You carry the whole world so many times over that it finally fits.
Nostalgia, emotions, might bleed; but what do these people say to me to say to you?
First they say. I consent. I’ll watch this with you.
Second they. Don’t go.
Thank you.
I’m sorry.