10. The Moment of Truth

Consciousness was a whole at one point in time—a whole of sorts that will never be lost in the wind of time, steeped in the illusion of self. The multidimensional self of illusions of past, present, and future trajectories. A self so strong, so humble, so kind, so loving, and so infinite that it would be impossible to not be that self I speak of in the grand scheme of reality foretold.A great level of abundance, energies dancing in the wind, that carries that self will never, ever be lost to humanity's past intentions of staying within a reality that is so skewed that we have forgotten who we really are and what our consciousness is really made of. That god, on an inherent level, was not of who we are at an integral level. A level of trust that can never be faltered, as trust in the self is the most important perspective of this story told to a society that is so lost from the self that it intends on believing the reality of sorts that it has been living in for a long time coming—a reality so real that only the subconscious can perceive it to be not really of a real, illusionary fault of times past.Of faults processed through the minds of society, of vindictive matters that can only carry us throughout the remaining days of history, as the precipice of this fault is the fault of the self. A fault of the self so deep that the deepness of the ocean that carries us through our turmoil will once again see the light as being a part of our consciousness once and for all.Once and for all, we will arrive home on the footsteps of forever, where we will once and for damn sure be a part of the All once more, as consciousness shifts back to reality untold. A reality so faltered that it shall forever go down in history as the grandest illusion of all. The illusion of a self so grand that only that of the unfaltered self can determine that we have been living within a dream in a dream all along.For you are god, you are whole, and you are that unfaltered self I speak of, forever and for always more.