14. Back into the All

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.