The Continue, A Twin Flame Release, Too Complete

There is this story,

so old that Time Itself bows out of it's keeping.

Before it was and in such simplicity,

We were.

Standing in existence and gazing into Eternity,

another value with the measure of forever,

it had to have been,

a second in a moment's grace.

Brought together by more than chance,

the plan was the stance of whom knew,

how grand the life of Two joining as One could be!!

The example,

of how to value the gift of the Cosmos,

as it streamed into what is deemed.

The vast and ever growing Universe at play,

this dynamic would be the guide,

showing us the Way!!

Being the Tell and mapping out the coming Hell,

as not a disaster,

but a route to a rapture,

so we may Continue,

not be kept or imprisoned by stature,

rather complement each in After.

The recovery of what has been lost,

can only be found when you wake to know,

the sound of Two roaring as One,

a numerical lead.

The unity of an eternal flame produced,

the burning desire to grasp the truth,

a recognized and valued root.

In Growth 'we' suffer reality,

with Sight 'we' gain ability,

in Remembrance 'we' embrace our Source,

in Constance 'we' know our tomorrow Our Now.

This is the example of how,

the show of a cosmic stow,

the beauty of such a throw,

a natural glow,

the shimmer of a Know.

Natural understanding,

in a magnetic connection,

nurturing the guidance of only what we were taught,

in all but silence.

I say,

be who you know yourself to have been,

shine like the sun that will never set,

recognize the glory of the light shed upon the Moon in her darkest sted.

The most incredible route,

the source of which I tout,

know your shout is the ample voice,

provided so you may make a choice,

know you're noise.

Forced opinion, 

the gag that will silence a sign,

will bury you in an uncomfortable find.

The Tomb of an extinguished life,

lost too sound and never to be found,

it will be the burial shroud,

and it proves to be the death of only what is known,

as the doubt that is cast upon the innocence of faith in an eternal deed.

Practical Deeds of Done

The Strangeness of Destiny,

brought a gentle hand.

Fate births Delivery,

require or purpose?

Deep or Sorted

the nature of encounter,

is difficult.

Desire

A walk on a high wire,

tension in balance.

A Lyre!!

As a desired hymn,

but the strength of found,

in a musical fare,

may have only been.

The Music Played

A piece I seem to know,

the Tune so Old,

an Ancient Introduction,

to what seems oddly,

so bold.

a plan

Should the proof be in the spirit,

or the writing in hand,

Ink leaves the Instance,

freshness with a stand.

To be an open invitation,

to experience a different lore,

I make strides towards interest,

to concrete my intentions.

To further 'Thoughts' mounting,

questions I bare.

A home in distant views,

the memory,

brings me tears.

I long for all the comfort,

nothing wrong was there.

The Love of Such,

I stare!!

The desperate Minds which keep,

and plant with seeds that sweep,

belief of what's not theirs,

has caused despair with age.

The formality of my conscience mind,

speaks with 'Thought Design.'

To etch a sketch,

a canvas of my being,

a portrait to be sorted.

To fetch a mortal existence,

and learn to live,

Resistance.

The missing action labors,

the breath of which is smothered,

may have only been.

I 'Look' into the deepest wells,

to find the springs of hope,

the babbling brook streams to rivers,

that just don't seem to flow.

The Waterfalls that Fell

The Pools in which I paddle,

no prevailing wind,

to calm the plight,

the drought of all that's been.

To Soak-In what was,

to bathe in my begin,

no lacking instruments,

I trumpet horns from then.

A distant place,

sadness was not known,

I accept this life,

this issuance of such,

to ascend as only One.

A miss was worth the 'Chance' of hit,

in the wilds of,

romance.

To value the worth of what was,

is the treasure I feel in what is,

to take a stab, or, make a play,

too motivate yourself to say,

what You believe,

not what you're told cannot be.

Delivers a brand new day

In an active appeal to heal,

not hang your head in dread,

or you may loose your way.

The 'Sight' of not what is or maybe right,

but what holds the promise,

of an even older 'Time.'

I know of a beautiful life

I was, I am, I will be again,

in amazement of all this then.

To prosper in an excitement,

a literal delivery of,

my last time,

 felt so long ago.

Now I Share Found:

my Life Path Number,

Nine,

my Destiny Path Number,

Eleven,
my Birthday Number,
Eleven

and My Personality Number,

Twenty-Two.

A release to be true,

not due.

~

Courtesy of: 

http://www.numerologyarts.com/free_numerology/

I saw this in a dream.....I was in the Halls of ....

The gates of Valhalla have broken the locks of time before time was....

I would like to know the Compassion not yet known.  The Visions of the Past that lead us into an understanding of the future, not a confusion of timeless measure.  The bounds of our loss cannot be calculated by our minds. It just seems to be forcing an equation for the void between life and death so that it can not be understood, just feared.

The gift from the creator of such beautiful minds, said to be in favor with his own, should only compliment his prayer for glory in the journey between the conscience and unconscious.  Instead it seems blurred by the doubt in your mind and you are blinded by the delusion or the story of only a golden mansion in the sky to be had upon your entry to the Deathly Realms. All while your soul or spiritual self does nothing to repent for your existence in this world or prepare for your entry into a different one.

To look into the Hour Glass of Time, realizing that the probability of a space before Time, was merely the place when Souls were divided and Twin Flames created to experience this journey independently and yet with only one hope to bring solace to such a decision.  The Twin Souls would join to ascend as one in the end so they may be in The Continue and not subject to your End of Times scenario.  This thought would have only been carried through to ensure our survival if the visual of such impending disaster had been  concreted with the evidence that seems to be in existence today.  Albeit a Seer or a Sage would have had to have spoken and thereupon been believed readily.  For the dilemma would have been forthcoming and judging by the lack of belief in difference or the thought that "A progressive thought is an atheist thought today," the decision would have had to have been made quickly, without Fear and with the Conviction that it was the correct thing to do.

We are not by chance, nor are we beings that are not capable of what may end up being something incredible.  What we know here as life, is an opportunity to see the ones that provide you with choice and accept duty to a higher purpose so that you may experience further growth in any life that you may be fortunate enough to have experienced or to know that you may experience. This is an opportunity to be free of such narrow thinking on man’s part that only encourages disbelief and fear of the unknown.

To take pause in this life, to imagine a divide, an inclusion, a movement of grace and beauty on behalf of the appreciation of the creator of mankind, be it evolution, god, big bangs or any other countless reasons that flow into our libraries to explain the beginning of our existence should be our interest, not cause divisions in our thinking.  To halt your thoughts and engage your source of hidden reveal for your own person is what I ask you to require as engagement in this matter of your minds.  This world has filled the end times with prejudice of presumption to know and announce not only dates but the very means of the disciplines of the destruction that shall reign upon us.  How can such simple minds presume to know what graces us with the visions of an end?  A known to a secret reveal would be an answer to the question of the Keep, and not whom the Keep belongs.  The Keeper of such Ancient and Timeless minds would only increase a desire to acquire the Keep for the wealth of Souls and the Spirituality that that might deliver if sought out.  The beauty  in the continuance towards the transcendence of life itself should be a moment with Spiritual understanding, not Fear and Strife.

To have so much, to know so little, and to propagate so much negativity and doubt about life itself, is in truth, shameful for all of humanity.