So many opposites and sometimes estranged points intersect...
Are we capable of recognition of that present pinnacle during diaspora, or did our definitions create us alienated upon return to it?

The meeting and messages exchanged comingle a unification of countless transitioning beings in a conjoined consciousness. One - quiet peace and ability to far listen, geometric based balance dancing light and organic asymetrical chaos, boldly embracing Night and going forth into by Day. Thereby alluding to individual presence and skill and reverence of divinity within as Love unmatched yet of equality shone through and of every other - with it, a focus of always greater life force than I alone. A vibrant shielding aura about such an alliance, and manifestation of such alignment, binds chosen reveal constant freedom unbreakable.
Spark of eathereal fire not struggle against elements; astral or dusty, we are sexual and pure, learned nature and openly innocent. Open vault sky, banish ignorant in midnight, reclamation. Dust and Deity - One Humanity Ever On - worldwide family, shining nation.
Ultimate bridgework synchronistic is well met as Universal Lovers, One Body whose original function is breaking down the hostile creation, illusions we are not together during the juxtaposition not being obvious.
Have you, do we value what all ways and eternally all ready from dirt to stars?
Have we, and do you, continually seek and push through an invisible wall to engage a provision of love as a set of qualities and mathematical certainties.
A taken notion of freedom does not sustain a lover who begets that which is Not Love, becoming him or her divided amidst who exactly is more dust than deity.
Greater consciousness alludes to them, and as an individual they continually seek, all the while pushing around and poking at other's in a solid invisible wall...

The individual in the throes of self urge to recognize nature as such speaks of a light dancing on top of a candle of melting wax, and knowing freedom as spoken here shines the knowledge of the overlapping instances of illumination creating self, releasing notions alienated as One Light of Zero Time hidden in the wax transparent.
To us, Here, you are so much more than just a column to burn down into the Absolute.
Know that beyond the confines of any of 'you' cut off, is freedom blessed and chosen to wander how you will the halls of an existance and forests of notions...creating and recreating by them, at some spontaneous realization acknowledging that we are all Lovers the Body of Greater Consciousness.
Wander no longer, than. Wage not wars. Make heart for those who do even still.
What is left to seek or right to claim?
Rest in the House of...

The Vision:
Sitting indian style palms face up on knees, stars abounding.
Energy is warping a Vortex of endless expressions, spirit's expressions alive in the ecstacy of this communion. The Solar Plexus is a bloom radiating, purring and stretching. The touching feet start shifting shape into massive, long black-clawed paws.
They guard the seed that the astral bloom starts to open and spin around and the eye is before and under it tending to the growth process, watching over especially the newly sprouting.
From the central sun, the Artist spins a very bubble-like coagulation that condenses as a ruby heart structure (kind of looks like a chili), still red hot...and under the pure rays overhead layered in like spotless lunar vertebrae. Many of the human expressions drawn from the stars voluntarily take to the glowing structure as the Artist smooths the edges of the refined orb. Here, the Sacred Perfect is the process of Becoming, Being Medicine, and sharing with The Unbecoming.
My being bardo does never portray itself as the central making all and everything around subject to intergalactic laboratory/social experiments, but the raw and refined...his own head is in the stone and the process as with all the heads around who choose to take to the Work at hand (or paw) - this being bardo does not look down upon the elements of the work laid out on a table for what he will upon others...in return he would only be worth so much his self before the eye of his Reality.
It is this; he is dust in the Process of gifting himself as a whole being, so that all who volunteered light years of connections on right then and there are touched divinely and so recognizing themself as deity...as my being bardo is this, as stated before, we are education to deity.
Who in all of any state, status or degree would look in it and say 'arrogant'?
Simply put, they voluntarily opt out of my Being.
If my magick is not a help, and my medicine made them more sick, they most likely are either being urged by forces to learn medicine for themselves or find out something of their own nature when it comes to someone telling it like it is making them qweezy.
A strong dose of light borne reality can make people uncomfortable.
If closing mind is out of synch with the connecting rythm, we create a physical symptom from thin air, and we bardo with our being...or listen to the counsel of individuals who are able...like many things, honest willingness supercedes secret abilities of masters and expertise.

A Baron's message can be hard to swallow, like the finality and apocalyptic impact of visions happening in the sacred desert, whether real or psychologically speaking.
Yet, it is the very magick of Light and guiding to clear mind.
Many say it makes them more sick, and so is pure black, and must be evil.
Now is the time that on a grandscale world event, people are volunteering or finding they are not ready. Stars are dying and opting out left and right, see.
So, the process is an absolute message of the universal and a facet of unified liberation...or some say nothing but heresy, blasphemy, lies against humanity.

Here is the fork in our Pathwork. You are free to choose.
If someone with the black mark is gifting you, 'in lakech' in your heart?
Or ignore, vomit on, place condition upon?
This could go on for all eternity...
Your personal time might be just a wick's worth of length, yet the climax can be prolonged, and Time can stand still. And some endlessly wander in search for the ideal Lover.
The absolute is among those aware.