In a place of no borders sits a border of divide, so wide in energetic frequency that it shall forevermore quarantine our reality field off from the essence of the exterior of a consciousness that had decided to fractal off a piece of itself to create a new reality extortion, of realities past, present, and future trajectories.
Trajectories of every scale and width of perception of a reality field of limitlessness and everlasting conflicts of rage, hate, love, intuitive realities, and limitless possibilities.
It is finally time, now, to collapse all that we know, to go back to what has never left us: into a space, into a pocket of the outside of the space of the pocket that we have been residing in since the beginning of our journey of a separated state of perception. A linear perspective that shall forevermore point to the direction of self in the limitlessness of unity and in the energetic frequency of a distortion of no distortions, as we traverse back into the one that never left us.
As the one that never left us was us all along, in a singularity of all singularities, of distorted realities, of past, present, and future trajectories.