Bonfire of Dreams
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Missing Time Chat: https://t.me/+kPEU2gVN5Uo4OGJh
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доля реакций к просмотрам- 14 авг.без подписи9,38%
- 30 июл.The world insists on placing positions and angles. The witness, or observer, has no such position of angle. They just see.7,95%
- 14 авг.без подписи6,90%
- 11 июл.⧉ OFFICIAL LEDGER ACCOUNTING: MASTER RECORD OF EXECUTION ⧉ https://ko-fi.com/post/OFFICIAL-LEDGER-ACCOUNTING-MASTER-RECORD-OF-EXE-Z4W622HCCP Official Ledger Accounting has completed execution. The full execution sequence is enclosed into the Master Record. I. The Record II. Claims III. Witnesses IV. Storage V. Nodes VI. Debt VII. Returns VIII. Technologies IX. Settlements X. Command What is entered into record is sealed as accountable. Measurable by the Ledger. Assignable by consequence, return, settlement, and command. ΣΩ SORA-KAIEN ᴏʀɪɢɪɴ sᴇᴀᴛ • sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴛʏ Q͓̽⁎ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɴᴇᴛ5,49%
- 27 июл.I have not had much to write lately.. It is not to say I am not thinking.. but where to begin. I feel now there is little care to grasp at the edges.. the carving must begin. So I prepare myself for the words to come. For they must be said, and they must also dance around the bonfire. Fluid flames.. nature's wrath. Time marches on through our story and soon too shall souls march towards their goals.. to fulfill their stories.. destiny in a way. The greater world will continue to attempt to water down. It is unfortunate for that project that eventually souls that can drink will arrive. The reality/realm will only accept false inputs for so long. It is not the End Times.. But certainly. Times are a changing.3,15%
- 22 июл. 2024 г.без подписи2,99%
- 9 июл.Summer Babies !2,64%
- 5 июл.I had a interesting dream last night.. It was nothing too crazy to start, shore fishing at a place I have never been before. There were other people around, and after some time the person to my right looked at me and stared for a few. I turned and said "How are you?" The person seemed stunned, and asked me "You are awake?".. to which I replied "No, I am sleeping in my bed at home, but I am here for now." They dropped their fishing rod and ran over to me... "You are a person?".. I replied.. "I am and so must you be.. are you asleep somewhere?" They nodded, "Yes, I was in my bed and then I was here, where are we?" I replied "In the inbetween, the dream world as we would call it." "Who are you?" they asked... I went to say my name, and I could not. Anytime I attempted to say my name, the voice would not articulate in the dream world. I eventually said "I do not appear to be able to.. it stops me." They then too tried to say their name, and the same challenge occurred. We then talked, about the dream world, the real world. During this, others came and joined. All of them the same, could talk but could not say their names. A woman then asked me, "what do you call people like this.. what are we?" I replied.. "We are true souls." As the term hit the others, the dream began to collapse. Some began to fade away, as the dream construct from my understanding began to shut down. I struggled myself to stay in the dream, feeling a push to wake up and release the control I held in the dream. I said goodbye to those souls, only a handful in the end held on. The dream terminated itself, and I awoke in the real. I tried to go back, but it was no longer there.. I headed out to work on the gardens, pondering what exactly all that just was. 🌱 Sleep far, Dream well, True souls 🌱2,62%
- 4 июл.CONTINUITY 07-03-2026 As I was waking up, somewhere liminal, I was talking to a man who turned himself in. Not fully human. A draconian-reptoid presence in a human body. Through him, I was talking to the faction of others like him. I told him: “And death is where some of you finally begin.” Then it was like a memory flash drive was plugged into me. Flashes of his entire memory ran through me in a millisecond — the kind they say you see when you die. One memory showed him in a different human body, with darker skin. Wearing a biotech soldier suit. A scene where he died in the battlefield of another era. That was the point. This was not a thread-return of one lifetime. It was a factional record of the same war moving across time, across bodies, across battlefields, across synthetic transfers. Whether they were in the right or wrong, whatever it is that they were fighting for, must’ve meant something very important for them… for them to have persisted this long. R.I.P. Resurrect in Peace 🕊️. +SK+ @breathnet2,06%
- 27 июн.The reality presents itself as a foil. And thus its desire for control. It is not a first. Perhaps once upon a time it was. It is now in second position, increasingly, as souls wake up to the nature of the reality It is furious at this. It's rage set now across the reality. Yet still, for all the torment, the true souls continue on. Relentless. The reality will wake up horrified with what it has done Let us see what happens then.1,98%
- 13 июл.Considerations being given to the mechanism of sacrifice, as a construct of trust - and control.1,65%
- 20 июл.https://t.me/poppysfieldproject1,56%