The kinetic energy of humanity's collective moving fist serves as the unlikely birth-machine for parallel universes - an interdimensional gyroscope that sways along the spines of all quantum infinities. Remapping the labyrinths of the old world, abandoned by memory, the fate of man rests now in the hands of those who fell asleep by the spinning wheels of fate and time. Yeah, fate as the vehicle through which man may traverse the troubled waters of his own mind, externalized in the mirrorworlds of todays and tomorrows, expanded into the nebulous cosmos - refracted and reflected back onto us in our lesser, material forms. We stare into our own eyes in the blankness of space, in awe and confusion, knowing not what we look at - except for the few whose hearts are pure and spirits light. Having drunk of Lethean waters and cursed with forgetfulness, it is only the inner fire that inherently lives within man, the same one of Prometheus and his ambitious yearnings, that stands against the might of the material world and its many growing temptations. The name of his god is excess, and the highest order of hierarchy is hierarchy without order - all paths pre-judged, pre-determined, pre-calculated. The god of such a world - and the god of new man - is logic, the inheritance of wills, predictability of odds, statistics and boundaries within boundaries. Numbers within numbers within numbers. Self-consuming thought, a hexagonal vortex collapsing unto itself in endless repetition. Prophecies as cycles and cycles as prophecies, patterns that can never change - a tune reverberated through the annals of our most recent histories. Reality bends and consumes itself in the boundary of possibilities presented through chances - a gamble at life with no meaning at its core. There is no space for miracles in a world marred by disbelief and the false poetry of numbers, where all spaces are occupied and every possibility counted down and out completely. When we say "the fate of man is sealed", sealed in what exactly? Sealed in the prison-realm of material living, of predictable patterns. We stand at the precipice of this world, though the signs are slim and few - the visions are as sure as the air in our lungs. Prepare to be numbered for every number is the same and is destined to be same within the boundaries of the system they serve - and only that. The religion of the future is one that is devoid of faith - faith being the primary lesson of this world. It is a lifeless, soulless thing that enslaves man in logic and efficiency through adherence to a strong-and-strict system of classes and aggressive profiling and surveillance, where human behaviour is digitized and converted into probabilities and numbers, broken down into statistics and fed to the technocrat beast-machine to pile and sift through until even that becomes irrelevant. You are not small, you are not a virus of this world, you are the butterfly wings that spark the potentials of whole realities to come. You are that which forms the real, gives shape and density and form to the quantum geometry of possibilities. Intuition is inaccessible to any artificial mind. In the coming years, the primary differentiator, therefore - will be intuitive and psychic ability, thought that lives beyond cause-and-effect systems - insight that can see beyond the abhorring placidity of dystopian living. You are the driver, one who has fallen asleep at the wheel of time - you hold the power to steer the fate of this world into troubled or friendly waters. Your beliefs, your convictions, your love unbound by time and your capacity to feel it is what gifts to you the skill of magic. The conflict, therefore, and every conflict to come - is one fought over your heart and your belief system - for your willingness to be convinced to keep your soul's true yearnings dormant and your mind asleep - so that it may be carefully and cautiously studied, deciphered and directed through the illusion of choice to timelines where your agency is non-existent, and the memory of your gift is buried beneath the most stringent layers of propaganda. You sit at the wheel of the greatest spaceship known to man - Mother Earth - as the birth-giver to new realms of being - and your collective will has the ability to take you wherever you wish to go. Understand who and what you are - we are the weavers of the fate of this decaying world, each and every one, big or small, sickly or of pristine health. If you can feel, and think, and have convictions - you may shape and reshape the quantum makeup of all that is possible and real. Every event, every situation is a bouquet of alternative solutions. The destination chosen is the only one available to humanity's collective mind as of this moment - it is what we currently steer towards with reckless abandon, unwilling to know how we become, over and over again, the unlikely architects of our own sufferings and the chaos that permeates our world. Among the coal and rubble of this dystopian paradise, there must rise a caste of humans who transcend its strongest illusions. Visions of this new world must come abloom within the mind's eyes of these few who, through their contribution to art and beauty - assume the roles of guidance necessary for the uplifting of the collective. This would be episode 666, the number of Man, of Ma-gia, of labyrinthine pathways devoid of all things beyond man and the misguided worship of the material realm, bound by logic and the lesser formulaic arts, where individual fates are forgotten and forsaken. Every false idol is the idol of Man. Know yourself, know who and what you are, know what you are capable of achieving in this realm. You are the light of consciousness unleashed into an unconscious world - to make it conscious, to breathe meaning and thought into its halls - not a means to an end. You are the one who steers the wheel, who holds the controls. You cannot kill a god, you may only make him forget that he was one in the first place - for a time. While most have allowed their minds and belief systems to be hijacked and driven into halls of black thought and opulence, you may yet make space for the mystical to occur - the greatest of the Secrets of Man - and so it will. But never before your eyes, only when you have learnt to avert your gaze and hold faith in its occurrence. Miracles do not happen when filtered through the sinful gaze of the ego-mind, and the lesser self's insistence on the spirit-drug of logic. Make space for the mystical to occur, invite a greater world into being, and inspire others to do the same. You absolutely can. ![[IMG_1834.jpeg]]