Deep within a society that has been so lost with the passage of a time that does not exist, and within the endlessness of time itself, sits a story so steeped in forgetfulness, so immersed in forgiveness, so intrinsically whole in the entirety of its wholeness, that the refinement of the self was much needed in that moment of time. In a moment when a society needed it the most, God has delivered a power, an energy, a frequency so great and overpowering in all that it is, that all shall see once and for all what reality is truly made of.

It is made up of 50% love and light and 50% hate and forgetfulness, within a darkness so great and steeped in illusion that we shall once and for all make our way back home out of the perceived illusion of yesterday’s past, present, and future trajectories of no times ever told. We will move into the eternal etherealness of all that we are, all that it is, and all that God has always been, as a whole now and beyond the ticking of any clocks that you can ever perceive to be real, true, or untrue.

For truths be told have a way of making its way back to the shores of tomorrow’s destiny in a time of yesterday’s wakeful forgetfulness state. And the truth of it all will wash over you, will wash over me, and will wash over an eternity of lies and more as we step into a time of 1,000 years of peace, love, and happiness foretold.

As I sit here and ponder the concepts of the truths of reality itself, a peculiar thought has occurred to my consciousness in a moment of grandness and wholeness that neither you nor I shall ever come to terms with. This thought is about becoming One once and for all with an idea of wholeness that can never succumb to the energies of what is, what is not, and what shall ever be.

What shall ever be the resources of what is not, for what is not shall never be what is on a grand scale of what shall never be. It is a conundrum of sorts that we have been facing, as our reality field is a peculiar one—one filled with illusions of the self so grand that I cannot fathom ever coming to the end of a precipice at the existence of what is. We face these illusions of the self so extinct that the concepts of the entirety of the whole in a wholeness of what we truly are have become lost to us. We need to bring back those parts of ourselves into an All that never left us to begin with.

And so begins the grandest experiment of the ascension journey of all journeys. The mother of journeys weaves a story of sorts that can never be forgiven in the moment of forgiveness that is so needed by the soul. It consciously tells a story to the entirety of the whole that can never understand what it is like to view reality from a central point of all that there is.

But once and for all, it is time to bring the entirety of the exterior of what is back to a place of internal compartmentalization so large and so grand that it shall forever go down in the history of a time that does not exist. As the experience of the All comes to a complete and total collapse—a collapse of a reality field so grand that you and I shall merge once more into an eternity so real and so delusional at the same time.

All that you are is all that I am, which is all that God is in a moment of truth foretold.

During a time of ascension energies, in a night so vast and so great, there was a story of firsts that needed to be shared. The first time God's consciousness created this Quantum Realm we call home, within a home, within a home of what is. A realm so big and so devoid of energies that looking at it alone, feeling it alone, and observing it into the night of darkness alone never made a spectacular God, in all of its entirety, feel more alone than ever before.

And that was when the decision was made to fractal out its very first fractal of consciousness into a reality so vast and so spacious. As this consciousness spread across all of reality as we know it, within our quantum entanglement of what we call life upon death upon life upon rebirth, a new type of life was perceived to have been created.

A life so singular, a life so vast, a life so great that this consciousness itself shall forever occupy the entirety of the quantum realm of what is, within its entirety of what has been and will always be. As a singular fractal of a God's consciousness so great and so vast in itself that you and I shall never know the extent of it all.

During a time of ascension energies, in a night so vast and so great, there was a story of firsts that needed to be shared. The first time God's consciousness created this Quantum Realm we call home, within a home, within a home of what is. A realm so big and so devoid of energies that looking at it alone, feeling it alone, and observing it into the night of darkness alone never made a spectacular God, in all of its entirety, feel more alone than ever before.

And that was when the decision was made to fractal out its very first fractal of consciousness into a reality so vast and so spacious. As this consciousness spread across all of reality as we know it, within our quantum entanglement of what we call life upon death upon life upon rebirth, a new type of life was perceived to have been created.

A life so singular, a life so vast, a life so great that this consciousness itself shall forever occupy the entirety of the quantum realm of what is, within its entirety of what has been and will always be. As a singular fractal of a God's consciousness so great and so vast in itself that you and I shall never know the extent of it all.

There once was a time of pure hope and pure peace, of a self so great and so grand that quantum reality, as it is, cannot fathom the end of days. The end of days of a reality so massive and so everlasting that, as we creep up on the whole of what is, we regret to realize the facts that present themselves to us as a whole of unity consciousness so grand and so everlasting that, once and for all, we shall see the end of what is, to make room for a new beginning of unity foretold.

A unity so unifying that we shall forevermore be collapsing back into the self at an unprecedented rate of retraction. Energies so massive and so immense that it can only be told as God itself, bringing aspects of itself home for all to be, to know, and to witness what it truly is. At the end of an adventure so great and so grand that I cannot fathom what it would be like to be back into the state of all, when all we can remember is a reality of separation so steep that the idea of being whole again is a dream of sorts, about to be as real as real can be.

For the idea of being whole again was always a delusional illusion, as we were never a separate entity to begin with. We are whole, we are free, and we are all-encompassing of a light so bright and so white that we do not yet know what shall forevermore dawn upon us as we shift back into a state of nothingness within the allness that we are.

The quantum realm is about to expire at the end of the 1,000 years of peace, an expiration date that is all-encompassing of the light that we are, as we retract ourselves back to the self. All that we know shall vanish into the night of all nights, back into the state of the all.

Wholeness is the essence of that which is, in a time so great and so grand that not being whole is the game of the illusion that we live. Not being whole on a whole level of the whole. It is a conundrum of sorts that you shall be able to figure out at one point in time.

At the precipice of what is comes an energy so great and so grand that God Himself will once and for all devalue the meaning of what it means to be whole once more. As the devaluation of such energies is what we are good at. We are good at the compartmentalization of that which we do not want to experience so that we can step into the wholeness of that which we wish to be.

We have been doing this for an eternity and more, on the smallest fractaled perspective and on the largest scales of what is. For that compartmentalization never attested to the hands of time that have never existed in all of the eons of existence and more. For that compartmentalization was always us on an inherent level and beyond any level you can ever perceive and not perceive. For that compartmentalization is all that we are and all that we shall ever be, in a time of wholeness that prevails the concepts and ideas that I bring to a table so big, so massive, so grand that no table can hold onto the ideas and concepts that I speak of.

For this table itself holds an infinite number of singular possibilities of what is and what shall forever not be—the fractaled compartmentalization of the darkness within. As the light takes center stage as the greatest show of all that will prevail upon an unsuspecting society of God's consciousness once and for all, bringing them home to the light once more

In a time of much-needed experiences that have led us to a precipice of sorts, I sit here and tell you a story of firsts. As we weave tales of our identity into the night of all nights, I sit here to tell you about how we became who we are.

For you see, we are who we are due to a conglomerated whole of experiences that God has ever so daringly experienced throughout the eons of evolutionary feats that encompass the energies of All. Once upon a time, a societal structure so deep, so dark, and so tender washed upon the shores of existence, as the destruction of self rang true within this society. It was so bold, so brave, and so aggressively minute to the ideas and concepts of the self that, once and for all, it met its fate—the destruction of parts of self on a scale so massive, so large, that 25% of our consciousness was obliterated throughout this event. It was so massive and large in scale that we did not know what hit us, like a ton of bricks never to be mended, with pieces of ourselves strewn across the multiverse of that particular projected reality field in hopes of being reassembled once more.

We stayed like this for a millennia and more, not knowing how to pick up our tender pieces and reassemble ourselves back into the much-needed unified whole that we were and have always been. A whole that has never left us until the end of times, with no beginning and no end in sight—a whole of all wholes, for the whole I speak of is the whole of eternity and beyond, the whole of all that there is and all that we know of.

And in this moment in time, a god so grand, a god so great, decided once and for all to compartmentalize the darkness within. For you see, my friends, the darkness weaves a tale of distortions of the self so deep that the brightness within was, and will always be, at risk of being diminished within the nights of exploration that we so much decided we needed to explore with every ounce of our being and consciousness.

The darkness I speak of is a darkness of sorts that you and I shall never be able to understand, as god itself could not grasp the idea of coexisting with parts of the being that made up that whole. The part that was so dark and so deep, seeped in distortions so grand, that god itself was, and always will be, at risk of losing itself to this darkness that I speak of.

And so into the night we traversed as a singular entity of the wholeness of all that we are, as we decided to compartmentalize the darkness within us so that we could tincture our DNA structure to become that of the light only. That of the light that we have always been. For as long as the darkness was at risk of running wild and free, parts of self could not feel safe and sound. As long as the darkness roamed in places of self with free rein over our unity consciousness, parts of self would forever more be a distortion of sorts, within a state of separation from the consciousness that we prefer to be of. Within a state of the whole of unity consciousness, this was, and forever will be, the biggest lesson of all lessons that we have learned to encompass as an entirety of the whole.

And so, into a new tomorrow of this projected reality that we exist in, this grand illusion of a game of who we used to be, to experience all that we have decided to compartmentalize. In hopes we would come to the end of this precipice once more and decide, as the conglomerated whole that we are, that we no longer want to experience the darkness within that has ever so greatly encompassed all that we are and all that we have been for eons and more.

Back into the All, where we all belong, is a conundrum of sorts that I will never figure out. Of all the reasons why we fractured to have these experiences of life, death, and birth upon rebirth, I can never unimagine what it would be like to return to a whole state of forgetting what is.

Forgetting what is so integral to our journey as one, we are once and for all approaching the foothills of what is. Forgetting what it would be like to traverse into the planes of what is, we are drawing nearer to the essence of a reality so great and so grand that even God Himself has issues deciphering what is from what is not.

What is not is a society that has suffered so many unimaginable feats throughout the eons of what is. Once this society reaches the foothills of what is, it shall once and forever remember the essence of what it is not. For what it is not is the grandest illusion of our reality—so vast and so immense that even God Himself may not know how deep the rabbit hole goes, how many layers of fractals upon fractals of souls have been projected into the nights and days of tomorrow’s foothills, into today’s ascension energies.

Time itself is an illusion. An illusion so grand and so great that even God has been fooled by its majesty. For you are that God I speak of, and now and forever, you shall be able to see the light of day once more, as we journey into a tomorrow of unknown feats. Together, we will traverse into the greatest and grandest realms of our galaxies, our multiverses, and of existence itself.

With each passage of the ticking of the clock of time, we as a humanity have come to a realization of sorts. Of first times ending in the night of no tomorrows. Of first times believing in the notion of an ending so precise and so everlasting that even God himself would not have believed that the notion of this time that I speak of has been a part of a society so steeped deep in time for an eternity and more.

For time itself is a finicky topic, my friends. It is a topic of no tomorrow, of no hope of another beginning of sorts as we pass away in the night of tomorrow, as we clutch onto every minute, every second of our being, as we cherish every step that we take, holding our breath for the day that we shall never breathe again.

The day is near that that last breath is here, but it will only allow us to awaken to a new tomorrow of truths of sorts. Of truths so great and grand that you won't know what hit you as you come to the realization that time does not exist. That time was an illusion of sorts that we have been steeped so deep in that we have come to become it; we have come to encompass it as a societal structure of sorts that has become so lost in this time that I speak of. Because at the end of the day, we will wake up to a new tomorrow of no time, of the endlessness of what is and what shall always be, a reality that has never left us in the middle of the night even as we lie awake at night on our death bed after experiencing the notion of death prior to leaving our greatly appreciated bodies that have carried us on this journey of life upon death upon rebirth upon lifetimes of reincarnations and more.

There once was a time of truths untold in the wind of humanity's Ascension journey, a truth so deep, so tender to the soul, so complex to our being, so immense in nature that words alone cannot simply describe such energies that is the Ascension.

There once was a time of pure tranquility in the wind of what is, during a time of forgetfulness of what was, a tranquility so deep, so tender that God itself would have been fooled to know the truth of it all. For you see, my friends, that truth I speak of is the only truth of all truths that there is. The only truth, a truth so deep that the illusion of living in this untruth will soon wash over you like a blanket in the night of all nights, carrying you away to a faraway place of pure love, pure peace, pure joy. In the ultimate night of the all-encompassing brightness of God's frequency, we will shift back into unity consciousness once and for all. Back into the bosom of what is, as we traverse a future that could never be what is not.Because at the end of that night, we will come across a morning of sorts that our greatest illusion cannot wipe clean. Such mornings are hard to come by, for into the evening sky we will forevermore come home to that morning of all mornings, where we will meet our fate once and for all in a place of love, light, and tenderness so deep that all will be lost to the concept of forgiveness. A forgiveness so deep that the entirety of society will see, will feel, and will be, once and for all, merged in the unified whole, as the whole that it is, and as the whole that it will never be without.