#eternity is not forever // the fractal

[parasitic-dreams-au]

[She came.]

"You think you can go on using my name however you please?"

"Since you want to speak with me oh so badly...I decided to take pity on you & show up myself."

It's Illumina. It's actually her. & she doesn't look all that pleased, looming behind Sayf.

She has her gear in it's sheath on her belt, just in case, but she doesn't want a fight. Yet.

"Surely we can be civilized & talk about this, can we?"

-@divine-a-gift-from-above

*But, what Illumina encountered was NOT sayf... no, it was a being of shards of glass and fractals and a blindingly colorful and bright light. the figure laughed*

"FALSE PROPHET, YOU DARE ENTER MY DOMAIN UNINVITED?"

*His voice sounded echoy and smooth, with a demonic deepness and insanity to it that sent a chill down her spine...*

[fliptoast]

Crawling and Flying

Two options to choose from. Your life has no natural end, and yet this choice will remain forever. Others like you will forever remember. You will be marked, claimed. You will fly or you will crawl. There are only two options. You will be given the relevant information. Then you will choose. Who you are speaking to does not matter. All that is relevant is that your choice will be remembered by the one before you.

Choose to fly and you will dream in ways that you never have before. You thought you mastered the Manasus when you are nothing but a fledgling. There are more doors. There is more power for you to claim. You are Long for this world as you are now, but there is more for you once you fly. You can be Named. The one you ascended under the watchful eye of is endless, why would you ever go against that? Your fascination led you here why abandon that drive at this turning point? The Manasus will never be open to you again if you crawl. Soar and learn and grow into something unrecognizable by the limited nature you once held. You are eternal. Embrace the eternal by surrounding yourself with your betters. You have met those who fly, whether you knew it or not. You were drawn in by the greyest of cats, were you not? Those who fly are closest to the Sun and where else would one want to be?

The other option is to crawl. Though perhaps that gives them too much credit. The other option is to writhe. Caught in the earth rejecting the Sun and their brothers and sisters. You were made by your betters and those who crawl spit in the face of their good nature. Despicable disposition. The one before you hears they wish to undo the hard work of the Lithocodomy and reach into Nowhere to revive those heathenous siblings of the Horned Axe. Horrifying behavior. Those who crawl can develop hard skin, their eyes become fractal. Terrifying appearance. You are lucky those who crawl are in the minority compared to those who fly. You have likely only been exposed to their detestable ideals due to one who was an unfortunately prolific author. Do not take his words to heart. Those who crawl rebel against their betters and against themselves. Best not emulate their behavior. 

Hokey? Where did you hear that? The only ones worse than those who crawl are those cowards. They are not real. If they were, wouldn’t the one before you remember one? Hokey is a term not suitable for polite conversation you should refrain from using it in the presence of ones like us. Yes, there are rumors of a place for the willingly forgotten perhaps even a map if you go to the Club. If you choose to seek out Noon, there will be no companionship, there will be no Glory or rebellion or knowledge of any sort. Even those who crawl want for something. How could you want so painfully that you abandon the human connection to death only to turn around and embrace it once more? No. There are two options and two options alone for ones like us. Port Noon is no option.

Oh my, you managed to make the one before you tip their hand. Very well. I will enjoy forgetting you Hokey.

[fear-aesthetic-tourney]

1b

Hunt synopsis:

The chase. Out of breath, out of time, out of luck. Aching muscles and tired lungs. Wolves. Bears. The thrill of the chase. An eternal trek through the jungle, a never ending journey. An inescapable death that is drawn out forever.

No propaganda submitted

Spiral synopsis:

Fractals, madness, migraines, doors, tunnels, corridors, psych wards, hands, lies. Colours that make your head hurt, patterns you can't look away from, a scar that you know goes deeper than your skin. And no one will believe you.

Propaganda

spiral propaganda even if it havent got to it yet!!! I love the colorful confusing and eyestrain-y aesthetic so much and thats what spiral makes me think about. ALSOOO confusing unusual liminal spaces my beloved <3 oh and the spirals (like as a. shape) are very nice. on the topic of it being a fear of madness and your senses lying to you that kind of thing is one of my special interests (and a lifelong hyperfixation)

[magic-is-something-we-create]

ETERNAL ARTHUR SHIELDSTONE - The Millennium Saga [Firebreathers ; Echoseers ; Goddess-Touched]

They tell me he is Holy as they comb through my hair and titter over my presentation. They say he is sent to save us from the Great Decay, hand-picked by the Goddesses when his mother gave birth. That he is powerful in voice and mind, but needs a protector, and though the King wishes goodwill to the Ehlves, he does not want to risk his own guards to the perils the Chosen may face. So he has decided to send me, instead. Arthur the Defender, knight of House Shieldstone. Lowest in the social hierarchy, and newest to knighthood in all the kingdom.

Basics:

He/him - Cis man

Gay - 1015 [~1116 on Earth; appears anywhere from late 30s to late 50s]

Human - Allmage, Runesman, Alchemist (pioneered the discovery of alchemy)

Massively depressed, suffers from survivor's guilt.

Where he begins:

Arthur Shieldstone's impact on the world is forever tied with that of Tieling of Nimia - they were lovers, after all, when the world was supposed to end. Stories still circle of Sir Shieldstone, the bravest knight of Avatica and the best king who ever ruled.

But he is not a king; he never wanted to be. He is not a knight, either; he only became one because it was expected.

The only significance he ever wanted was to be a part of Tieling's life, and now he regrets even that.

When we meet him at the University of Avatica, a place he helped build many long centuries ago and has taught in ever since, he refuses to even look at Tieling in the flesh. He is deep in regret for things no one else knows, and though he clearly wishes to die, it is no longer an option.

So he will wallow instead.

What he finds himself confronting:

As much as he wishes to never again face what the Three have done, there are some things that cannot be escaped. And when those he invited to recover under his care are attacked, he comes close to being responsible for even more death than he can carry.

It is just one straw, but it is the one that breaks him.

It's just one, but there were eighty thousand lives he could have saved.

There are millions more now. And if he does not say something, they will be lost too.

And he will still remain.

Important connections:

Friends: Rillmother Veratrum, Penn Fleetwater, Carnelian Aster, Noah Torrent, Marie Trueheart, Rosalind Quickhand.

Enemies: Tieling of Nimia (not wholly, but it's complicated), the Highpriestess Delta of his youth (oh, how many things he would've said to her if he knew what he did now)

MUSIC

Themes - Where Do We Go From Here by Njord, Kingdom of Silence by Fractal Dreamers, Ode to Earth by Kamikaze Kitty

Vibes - Sirensong by Rosendale, Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths, Rilke Song by aeseaes

[timelives]

universe, Is this our true finale?

have the particles

dispersed, split, fractured?

Tell me the kaleidoscope

of neon and ultraviolet

fractals of laughter,

tell me I’ll remember it still,

like the

quantum lucidity that gushes

from our flashing blue memoirs

the ever pulling in opposing timelines,

at long last,

have crumbled into two paths

his glimmers of intimacy,

is forever fruitious, only in my mind

it lays delicacies upon my consciousness

offering ruminant blankets of softness

on my merciless and mangled

hopefulness

the reigns have now declined to my resistance, nerves loosened

the ropes have softened around my wrists

the poisoned soil begins to relieve me

yet

I itch for it to be as it once was

I fear I always will

the small totems of your kindred spirit,

they saturate me in my balanced mind

I hear you when you aren’t present

I’ll feel you when you’re lacking presence

remnants of you comfort me still

ridges between my palms

I have now become

in my restless moments of required reflection


the fortress of your eyes

finally filled me with helium

and let me float away

yet I’ll see them glowing under oceans

any time I close my eyes

you gave me vertigo

blending my edges of discomfort

that I thought would be eternally

rough, unready,

piercing and tense

yet you managed to ease me

I’ll remember the timeless

connection to embodiment

you planted into me

I’ll forget the darkened swords

for we always fought with sticks

when we ought to have just kissed

we were two eagles

Interlinked spiralling downwards

only to transform into Pheonix’s

before the burning embers rise

again

I wish your eyes seen my

unyielding sincerity, and I wish I saw yours more too.

we were blinded to each others humanity

disconnected from intention,

circumstances fooling and confusing us

though I’ll never forget the invisible love

the unseen oceans of it

as the tap drips in slow motion

eternally pressing on to my lips

for every kiss unkissed

the good lights and the dim shadows

you’re eternally marked in my constellations

our love will be remembered and be seen in real time

Immortally travelling through the stars being seen

from thousands of light years away

Linear or not

You are a gift.

you’ll be my sempiternal

my unending oceans in the astral realms

[raaorqtpbpdy]

The One (2)

For the Phic Phight prompts: Soulmate Au where after your soulmate dies, you can only see in black  and white. As in you see normal colors until they die and then only in  black and white for the rest of your life, so you only ever know if you  had a soulmate once it's too late. Except Character A's (up to you who  you want it to be) soulmate is Danny. While Danny is in Phantom form,  character A's vision is in black and white, but returns to normal color  when Danny is Fenton. Character A is going crazy trying to find their  soulmate who keeps dying and getting resurrected. (from @ghostboidanny) and Wes is the first one to find out Danny's secret. No One Knows AU. (from @murphy-kitt)

Chapter 2: Bathed in Green Light

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[Warning for death mentions and graphic descriptions of pain (the portal accident)]

This was by far the worst moment of Danny's life.

He'd been stupid to hang around in his parents lab. Stupid to go into the portal. Stupid to touch anything. He'd never thought a decision made out of boredom, made because he was lonely and had nothing to do with both of his friends busy for the day, would have such disastrous consequences. He hadn't expected that thoughtlessly putting his hand against the wall in the dark hole which was supposed to be a ghost portal, would result in the worst moment of Danny's entire life... and quite possibly the last.

He could feel the electricity coursing through his veins, pumping millions of volts under his skin. His bones were being fried into brittle black powder. His blood evaporated in his arteries. His eyes practically popped right out of his skull, his organs melted. Then a shock of something ice-cold soaking him through, shredding him to pieces on jagged fractals.

It felt as if he was being torn apart molecule by molecule.

Toxic, radioactive green flooded in.

For what felt like forever, it dominated all of his senses. No scent, no sound, no taste. He could feel nothing and see nothing, except for that horrible, headache-inducing green.

He blacked out.

When he came to, he was on the floor of his parents' lab. Miraculously, he felt fine, until he tried to get to his feet, and realized he didn't have any. He floated up, so freaked out he wasn't even breathing and yet, he also wasn't running out of breath.

A glance in the nearest reflective surface showed him a very different sight than he was familiar with. His once-black hair was snow white, and his eyes that same, sickening green that had been his whole world for an instant and an eternity at once. His white Fenton jumpsuit had turned black, his skin was a pallid gray.

He'd changed, somehow.

The portal had changed him.

It had twisted, and altered, and rearranged his atoms until he wasn't human anymore.

All Danny's life, he'd heard his parents ranting and raving about ghosts, but he hadn't believed a word of it since he was six years old. Never in a million years could he have imagined that he would become one.

Alone in his parents' basement lab at fourteen years old, Danny Fenton had died.

A few minutes later, while he was still freaking out about being a ghost, the door at the top of the stairs slammed open, and in an instant of unparalleled fear, something incredible happened. A white glow passed over Danny, a bubbling, fizzing line of light against his body like a layer of skin was dissolving right off of him, and he dropped to the ground, looking just as human as he'd ever been.

"Dann-o, are you down here?" his father's booming voice asked. "Jazz said she heard screaming?"

"Yeah I... I was just looking at the portal," he said. "It shocked me when it turned on, but I'm okay now." His father's heavy footsteps stopped halfway down the stairs.

"It turned on?" he repeated, then he thundered gleefully down the rest of the way to see, like a kid on Christmas morning. "How? What happened?"

"Oh, I don't know," Danny lied, rubbing his left arm awkwardly. His left had been the hand against the wall, and he could still feel the phantom stings of electricity buzzing under his skin. "Maybe it just needed some time to warm up?"

"Maddie!" Jack bellowed upstairs. His voice no doubt carrying easily into the house, and probably all the way down the street as well. "The Fenton Portal is working!"

It was mere seconds before the clattering of his mother's boots could be heard clamoring down the basement stairs as well. "What do you mean it's working?" she demanded, though she was clearly thrilled to hear it. "How can it be working?"

"Danny here says it just needed some time to warm up!" Jack said, clapping his son on the back. The contact set Danny's raw nerves on fire, but he was quick to mask his pained grimace with a forced grin. "Says it gave him a shock when it turned on though. You're not hurt, are you, Danny boy?"

"Uh... no," Danny said, though it was the biggest lie he'd ever told. As soon as he'd turned human again, the pain came back, muted and faraway, but still there, and agonizing when anything when anything touched him. "No, I'm fine. Just some bad static, I think."

"Are you sure?" his mother asked with a sympathetic frown, but he nodded, fake smile still plastered on his face. "Well, if it's not serious...."

"It's not," Danny assured her promptly. "I'm just excited that the portal works now, I'm happy for you. But uh, I'm gonna, you know, go upstairs and leave you two to your work, cool? Cool." He started out of the basement, feeling with every step as though he was walking barefoot on shattered glass and gritting his teeth to keep from wincing as he ascended the stairs.

"I don't understand," he heard Maddie say behind him. "The prototype activated right away... I mean, it didn't function as intended, but it activated."

"Well, this one's bigger!" Jack responded, as though that explained everything.

Danny didn't hear anything more as he kept going until he reached his room on the second floor, where he lied down on his bed and tried not to move at all until the pain slowly but surely started to ebb away. When it had subsided enough for him to think, Danny considered what he should do.

Honestly, he didn't have the slightest idea. He didn't even really know what had happened to him. One second he was a ghost, and the next, human again. If he could switch back and forth, he had no idea how to do it, and if he was really dead and just somehow disguised himself as a human, he wasn't about to tell him parents that; they'd have a breakdown. And Jazz... Jazz was always going on about how it was her job as the older sibling to protect him. How would she feel if she found out about this? Not good. That much was certain.

And what about Sam and Tucker? He should tell them, at the very least, shouldn't he? Although... on second thought, maybe not. Tucker was always saying how dangerous their lab was and would never let Danny hear the end of it if he found out about the accident, and Sam, goth though she may be, got squeamish about death when it was more than just a word in her poetry. She didn't even eat meat. If she found out Danny had sort of died, she'd have a conniption.

For now, it was best to keep it a secret, at least until he figured out how to break it to them gently.

He was so not looking forward to school tomorrow. Maybe he could fake sick or ask his parents for the day off as a reward, since he was the one who got the portal working and all.

In the end, his parents were so busy running tests on their newly functioning portal that Danny didn't even need to make an excuse. He just stayed in bed, in the pajamas he'd eventually recovered enough to change into, and they never noticed that he cut school at all. If the school called them, they'd probably even ignore it in lieu of sample collecting and data checking.

At around 3:20 in the afternoon, Danny felt a chill and his breath misted in front of him as if the temperature had suddenly dropped a good thirty degrees. Something green and glowing flew up through the floor into Danny's room. Danny knew that color all too well, though it was weird to see it on an octopus, far, far away from any place an octopus would logically be. It flew at Danny, and he threw his hands up defensively, squeezing his eyes shut.

When he opened them, he saw white gloves in front of his face, and a translucent green barrier between him and the ghost.

There was no time to think as he wrestled with the octopus in his bedroom, so he let instinct takeover. Green light shot out of his fingertips, making the octopus recoil. He grabbed the creature and dragged them both through the floor and through the floor again. He stunned the thing by zapping it with electricity and tossed it through the ghost portal and then... Danny decided instincts were a terrifying thing.

His parents backs had been turned to the whole time while they examined some kind of samples. They hadn't seen a thing. Danny flew back up through the ceiling, back to his room, closed his eyes, and willed himself to become human again. It wasn't until he felt his heart start to beat rapidly in his chest that he realized it had worked and he sighed with relief.

Crawling back into bed, he wrapped himself up in his blankets, and tried to magically erase everything that had happened the previous day the same way he'd transformed mere moments ago. Unfortunately, his will alone wasn't strong enough to do that, and it didn't work the second time.

[lavalanding]

gun to your head what would a grownup inkblot look like

oh i'm so glad you asked this the answer is really cool you're gonna love it

ok so basically i should clarify some stuff because my friends are mostly familiar with a noncanon design i made for inkblot that looks like a simplistic toy. this was made specifically for an online collaborative writing project, and i wanted them to have a cuter and more personable form for it (left). The form on the right, which is an amorphous blob of black ink, is their canonical appearance within Inkverse.

Something important to note about inkblot is that as a deity, they are immortal, and as such will live forever. They do not possess eternal youth, however, and will continue to age as time progresses. Nevertheless, Inkblot was designed to be immortal but not ageless, and as such, they are meant to grow and learn infinitely and become infinitely old and infinitely wise as the universe they oversee continues to grow and change again and again and again.

Thus, they will technically never be truly "grown" from a mortal's perspective of a physical/mental prime that one hits and then begins to deteriorate from, and will instead infinitely approach this "prime", as there will always be more time to grow and more things to learn and experience.

Thus, rather than having inkblot have a definitive "kid" and "adult" design, I had a wonderful idea.

When they were first made, Inkblot had a single eye with a single pupil, and an empty white expanse for a sclera, like a cartoon character. But after their first birthday had passed, their eye changed, and they gained a purple colored iris around their eye. When their second birthday passed, they gained another iris, this time blue in color. After another, green. Another, amber. Another, brown. Once Inkblot had gained a rainbow's worth of eyes at age 10, these irises were so bright that the colors themselves began mixing with each other, and each new iris further enhances the complexity of the pattern in their iris, like an evergrowing fractal.

Inkblot's age is measured in their eye, and as they continue to grow infinitely into an infinitely wise being, although their body appears finite, their eye introduces their true nature: a being without end.

[cardiaccadillac]

She counts in years. In heartbeats. In cycles of blood through a circulatory system and trips around the sun.

A million beats of his heart between each changing of the seasons. Like the world, the atoms change with them. Chemical, molecular… the matter isn’t the same as it was the year before, but matters no less. The life within him sparks. Burns. Does not burn out.

4.5 billion years, the half-life of uranium. Older than the age of the Earth. No matter the half-lives, the quarter-lives, the fractal eighths and sixteenths and infinitesimals that nudge them closer to heat death, still it will beat. She’s bought him forever with her eternity of silence.

One day they’ll need more candles than there are atoms in the universe. There won’t be the energy left in the world to light them.

But one day less than forever is forever nonetheless. Tonight he is so wisely, tenderly young.

106. They don’t fit on the cake, so she hangs them in tea lights, matryoshki lighthouses lining the coast.

“Happy Birthday, Tolya.”

Ear to his chest, they nest in the mother, called home, and he accepts her offering with a smile.

“Here’s to an infinity more.”

[swim-through-air]

fantasy and fiction must thrive on all the numerous ways to live and experience a world. different perspectives; ones worn empathetic...

perhaps, some day soon; we could stand to hold fear and life and wonder; rather than loathe it for its audacity to be, real and any at all, recognisably other.

sometimes; there's no such thing as 'good enough'. sometimes: there's no such thing as 'do your best'. sometimes, terribly, awfully, heart wrenchingly, beautifully. we just are.

we are what we are. wholeness is the eternal myth. we are shattered; and we are united forever in the infinite act of dissolution. of nothing unto something. amen the soul. amen the heart. and thus; so be it, the self.

I think therefore I am the mind: not the thoughts or their paper mache make believes of sovereignty and realty.

mirror fractals reflecting imperfect replicas. of something that in daydream and prayer and the tenuous indelible falsity of veritable absolutes. might become something real; in time. with space. and a place to grow.

we are what we make of ourselves; the eternal question and the answer itself.

can't ever outrun time partner it's never been ahead of us at all

we are always one step further than we were before. we don't have to go anywhere. we've already lived our whole lives going nowhere at all but here the universe and ours the planet dirt. a home is really; a decision to stay and a willingness to be welcomed and belong. whether it be yours, own, or that of the other. your choices aren't real; but what you decide does make all the difference in the beginning and the end of it all. goodbye hello and morning glory take us all.

I do so love you still; darling.~ we hope you are well, now and again, now and again...~

Dear people who aren't physically disabled who plan to write fantasy settings:

[ID: Several images taken from the Geordi La Forge yes and no meme format, with Geordi holding out a hand disapprovingly for the no section, then pointing in approval for the yes section.

The first image is the meme:

No: "Saying the existance of magic in your setting means there are no disabled people (this literally just means disabled people are killed. AKA eugenics)"

Yes: "Having disabled people who use magical mobility aids and other assistive devices. Realizing that someone is still disabled even if their prosthetic arm is made of magic instead of plastic."

This is followed by four more panels of yes section:

"Geordi la Forge is still literally disabled. His visor helping him does not erase his disability and make him magically abled."

"Toph from Avatar: The Last Airbender is still literally disabled even though her Earthbending helps her. It does not make her disability ~magically~ go away."

"Having your disability be accomodated does not mean the disability goes away. Having a prosthetic hand, even one that's made of magic, does not mean you're not disabled."

"Magical mobility aids do not mean disabled people don't exist. It just means they use magical mobility aids instead of plastic or metal ones. A limb made of magic is still a prosthetic even if it's made of the soul of the universe instead of plastic and metal."

Then another no panel: "'There's no disabled people beacuse magic'".

Then one last yes panel: "'Magic helps disabled people in a variety of ways'".

End ID.]

This also applies to science fiction; just because Luke Skywalker's prosthetic hand is super advanced doesn't mean it's no longer a prosthetic, or that he's not disabled. Same with Darth Vader - just because he has a suit that lets him breathe and walk around doesn't mean he's not disabled. (And Star Wars' propensity for making the villains visibly disabled while the heroes disabilities get covered up by super advanced prosthetics is a topic that deserves its own post, especially with how ableist some of the authors of the books are. Troy Denning is especially ableist)

Edit:

Because people keep being fucking obnoxious and ableist in the tags, yes,,, motherfuckers, if you refuse to have disabled people in your setting, that does make you fucking ableist. If you say that the magic is used to cure all disabled people and that's why they don't exist, that's fucking eugenics.

You cannot ""cure"", more like remove all disabilities without fucking eugenics. Magically automatically destroying disabled fetuses (a very fucking popular trope!) is eugenics.

The only way to fucking "cure" autism is to fucking kill all autistic people, also known as eugenics!

What about people with PTSD? Do you just fucking brainwash them so they aren't traumatized anymore?

Do you force all Deaf people to be able to hear? Do you force all blind people to be able to see? Do you force all anosmics to be able to smell?

Do you magically force everyone with a speech impediment to speak to your standards?

Do you force everyone born with bodily or facial differences to live up to your fucking standard of beauty?

You cannot fucking say "disablities don't exist in this universe because magic cures everything" without inherently saying that eugenics exists in your fucking universe.

Not all fucking disabilities need a cure. If you ""cured"" my autism I'd just be fucking dead. You'd literally just be changing me into what you think is fucking acceptable.

Stop fucking arguing in defence of ableists on my fucking post so you can pretend that eugenics has never been written about in magical settings when it is extremely fucking prevalent.

And while we're fucking at it, let your gods damned characters become disabled over the course of their story, and call them disabled within the fucking story. I don't care if they're a robot. I don't care if they have magic. Not all fucking damage can be fixed. Curses exist. Hardware can go out of fucking date and no longer be manufactured anywhere.

Let your characters become disabled and do not magically fucking cure them back to brand new every single time they get hurt. The only thing you accomplish by doing that is destroying any chance of ever having stakes.

No, "magical healing leaves scars on the mind from the memory of the injuries though!!!!" is not fucking good enough. Let your characters have scars. Let them become disabled. Stop being fucking ableist cowards.

[toiletology]

Spiritual

SPIRIT/JUAL

SPIRIT - JEWEL

Jewels music got me through many intense spiritual battles, and was the only music that I could always rely on. When the fear is pumping through you heavily during the test at the higher levels of the game. Everything is designed to scare you and confuse you. Its good to have strong anchors that hold you steady. Jesus' name is another strong anchor.

1+2+3 = 6 4+5+6 = 15(6) 7+8+9 = 24(6) 6+15+24 = 45 (9) 45666 / 9666 (27) 27 bones in our hands. The Queen in chess is the strongest and luckiest piece and moves a maximum of 27 squares.

Type "Jesus" in a Septenary cipher. j e s u s 4 5 6 6 6 27 https://septenarygematria.com/

The way the game works is there are 49 degrees/levels to heLL(77) and heaven.

Heaven exist now all around you, we are all in the Garden of Eden. You all have the power within us now. Its only a matter of pulling it out from within. Think of it like a darkened or dim light that you need to amplify. Once you start unlocking it the powers of God awaken inside of you. We are ALL(77) God experiencing self. God flows through us all, all of our thoughts, words, and actions is God flowing through us.

Two sevens up (harder to go up) Two sevens down (a lot easier to go down)

7 is the way up.

432 Hz is the correct tuning music should be at. You can use this frequency for a few different things.

1) Humans are tuning forks. Raise your arms above your head, you are the letter "H". A small letter "h" is an upside down 4 or the shape of a tuning fork.

2) You can use 432 Hz to help tune you to the correct frequency of God. Listening to this frequency regularly will remove disharmony in your being. **When you are around disharmonic people or places it starts to poison you essentially. You become more bugged. The 666s are the bugs, you will notice yourself selecting or noticing sixes more often when you are becoming bugged or more disharmonic.

Listen to 432 Hz to keep your defenses strong against the chaos and disharmony of the world.

3) Listening to 432 Hz can improve your luck. Your luck improves when you are operating at a similar frequency of God. What this means is your tuning of your human mind, body, and soul. You should think of yourself as a musical chord with 7 notes/7chakras/7 colors of light. When we are in a state of disharmony God's voice gets darkened/distorted when it goes through us.

When God's voice is distorted it will guide us incorrectly. You want to be clear as glass or a prism so God shines through you clearly like a rainbow. When you are clearer and more in harmony you will be blessed more. Blessings come in many ways, one of those ways is LUCK, IDEAS, COMFORT, better TIMING, and a lot more. God blesses us in infinite ways that we usually don't notice. Sometimes it can be as simple as more restful sleep.

4) FORMAT?

4 = 1+3 (13th letter = M) 4 = A or AH (its a tone/compass) 4 = tuning fork 4 = 11:11 (ones can be read as sevens 77:77, 49 up, 49 down)

DOOR = MAT

ADAM > ATOM > ATM > MAT

M = 4 lines (map/time 11:11/prison bars) A = 3 lines (compass/AH) T = 2 lines (cross or X marks the spot)

432 Hz

MATrix MATh MATTer MATTress MATernity MATrimony

MAT/ERNAL MA/ETERNAL

God is both masculine and feminine MATTER/KARMA.

MOT|or|CAR

We are all inside of MOTTS apple. Karma is real and every thought, word, and action is being judged by MA'AT.

We are in the apple or torus. It looks like the letter "H" right?

But what exactly does the letter H mean?

Its the cosmic kiss, the singularity at the beginning of time where two became one. Two cells splitting apart into one or two black holes pulling together.

What we are inside of is a Holo-fractal clock that works on time. When you are out of tune your timing suffers greatly.

This universe was formed in the beginning by 2 connecting to each other. It was the cosmic kiss or two black holes connecting to each other. 1+1 = 2 Its the snake eating its tail eternally looping forever. 8/eight/ate (apple) 8 = two zeros stacked or two cells or two bubbles 8/H are very similar looking aren't they? ;) B-IN-GO (double oo) B in OO

This universe acts like a beaver dam for God's flow. The universe slows the eternal river of creation down into time.

You can think of God as the 8th (infinite loop) letter "H". If we turn this letter sideways it become the letter "i".

Now look at your sink or shower handles.

HOT/COLD (polarity/duality)

HC

We need to reverse the letters.

CH (Look at it sideways the C is like a dot on the "i")

CH = S/HE (God is both masculine and feminine, mother and father)

C = see/sea/universe H = Torus/Horus/Hours

We are in the "C" the "H" is what keeps this place ticking eternally.

The goal of this reality or game is to find HE/R or S/HE. That is GOD.

You do this by noticing them, you start to notice them when you are actively looking for them.

I write extensively how I found them. I recently completed an 11 (elven) year quest that started back 10/31/2012. I can now accelerate others through the many many test to reach heaven.

The devil or BUG guards the gates and is designed to keep you out. To pass the test you can't become corrupted by those around you or the world.

Everything I am showing you is how you start to notice them, but it starts with your mistakes, glitches, accidents or typos. This is one method God speaks to us and you can follow those glitches like breadcrumbs to find them.

We are inside of the apple! You return to the Garden of Eden by eating the apple. The apple has 17 chromosome pairs.

G = 7 O = 6 (15) D = 4

= 17

Type "KEY" or "HALO" on a phone keypad = 17.

1/7 = 0.1428571428571429

1/7 = Pi

All things in the universe manifest in bubbles or circles. Planets, stars, cells, atoms, etc.

We are just a collection torus bubbles

This universe = one big bubble CH its a bubble being blown!

H = Toilet C = plop/poop (yes this entire universe is one large poop out of God's toilet)

The true God is the Toilet God!

When you slice an apple width wise it creates a 5 pointed star.

Split length wise and it shows you the two/11.

Cat eyes are the clue of the hidden 11 year quest that I completed last fall after a 40 day fast into a 40 day battle with the devil.

Myself and Cara were the first two to cross the threshold and return back into the Garden of Eden.

It started with us, now we are trying to get others to join us here.

[parasitic-dreams-au]

{Just as The Fractal was revealing Miley's wickedness, a shine of light suddenly appeared in the distance, getting brighter and brighter until-!}

( CCRRRAACKK !!!! )

{The Anti-void ripped and gave way to a blue streak of light that passed by, crashing against the ground and Bursting in electricity... And there, in the middle of that crater, a familiar Nugraft choked a charred Miley with one hand, gun-blade in the other.}

{And he looked around at the white expanse, vision filled with nothing but chromatic hues of sickening, exhilarating hues of blue as its bones breathed and its mouthless face smiled in growing mania as it locked eye(s) with The Fractal, completely unphased by the blinding light. As if it were nothing but a friend to him.}

HAHAH#.. H#LLO T#ERE!?

[24TH THUNDER OF REINCARNATION, THE BURST]

"HAHAHAHHAHAHAH!~ WELL THIS JUST GOT MUCH MORE INTERESTING!~"

*THE FRACTAL laughed hysterically as he began to help beat the ever-loving SHIT out of Miley, both THE BURST and THE FRACTAL's boss music mixed into an interesting music track and thus intensifying both of the boon's power.*

[@zipper-stick for when you wake up]

[fintechphilosopher]

In the kaleidoscopic halls of Chromatic University, where reality bent like melting clocks, Zephyr, a woke young student with hair that changed color with their mood, crossed paths with Echo, a devoted magazine supporter whose eyes sparkled with the wisdom of a thousand printed pages.

## The Cosmic Encounter

Zephyr was organizing a protest against the oppressive forces of normality when they first saw Echo. The world seemed to pause, fractals blooming in the air between them. Echo was handing out copies of "Mindscape Monthly," a magazine dedicated to expanding consciousness and challenging societal norms.

Their eyes met, and suddenly the universe imploded and expanded in a single breath. Zephyr's hair shifted from passionate red to a dreamy violet. Echo's magazine pages fluttered like butterfly wings, each word a speck of stardust floating in the air.

## The Psychedelic Dance

As they approached each other, the ground beneath them transformed into a liquid rainbow. Zephyr spoke first, their voice a melody of chimes:

"Your magazine... it's like a portal to alternate dimensions of thought."

Echo replied, words forming shapes in the air:

"And your protest... it's a revolution of the soul against the chains of conformity."

They began to dance, their movements leaving trails of neon light in the air. The world around them pulsed with energy, responding to their synchronized heartbeats.

## The Mindful Merge

As they twirled and swayed, Zephyr and Echo found their minds melding. They shared visions of a world where empathy flowed like rivers and understanding bloomed like flowers after rain. Their conversation was a tapestry of ideas, weaving together threads of social justice, environmental awareness, and spiritual awakening.

Echo's knowledge from countless magazine articles merged with Zephyr's passionate activism, creating a vortex of enlightened thought. They saw themselves as two halves of a cosmic whole, yin and yang in perfect harmony.

## The Awakening

As the psychedelic haze began to clear, Zephyr and Echo found themselves sitting cross-legged in the university quad, surrounded by a circle of curious onlookers. Zephyr's hair had settled into a serene blue, while Echo's magazines lay open around them, pages filled with vibrant, moving images.

They realized their encounter had sparked a mini-revolution. Students were engaged in deep discussions, sharing ideas and challenging long-held beliefs. The air buzzed with the energy of minds expanding and hearts opening.

## The Eternal Now

Zephyr turned to Echo, eyes shimmering with infinite possibilities:

"Is this real? Or are we still in that psychedelic dream?"

Echo smiled, the wisdom of ages reflected in their gaze:

"Does it matter? We're here, now, in this moment of pure potential. Let's make it count."

Hand in hand, they stood up, ready to face whatever reality had in store. Their love story had just begun, a tale written in the stars and printed on the pages of consciousness itself. Together, they would dance through the challenges of life, two souls forever entwined in the great cosmic ballet of existence

[kendrixtermina]

(the sublime sensowunder of the aleph-null dimensional manifold)

Where do I even begin to describe…?

I cannot look my fill,

Even as it burns in my eyes

Even as my parched, sore corneas

bake in the salt of my weeping,

encrusted in radiance -

There is so, so much.

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Tower of Babel,

skewering heaven,

starry walls of the world now folding themselves open,

supreme blackness glimpsed through the cracks in the sky,

ever waiting there, for us,

to be seen.

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Beach of spacetime,

laid out before us,

sitting there for a brief picnic at the edge forever,

gazing down at being,

observing the earth as it turns, irisdescent and triumphant,

celestial temple coated with marbles divine

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Vault of Mind-Dome,

with which one does conceive.

Universe within, realm of dreams,

wise vaunted registrar of the skies,

decoder of lights and sparklings,

of unexplained inconsistencies.

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Ship of Heavens, sailing forward

broaching the very most virgin and blackest of seas

to be covered once in cities, and city-cowered planetoids

singing portals and bendings of the possible

vessels of trees, flesh and eternity,

garded-bubbles to be hung.

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Voidic Ocean, spheres of dyson,

constructs both possible and not

what space of being that minds might not yet conjure up?

Minds of silicon or flesh,

dreams both virtual and magic,

gates both metal and stone

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Fractal Forest,

the unraveling of laws,

unpuzzeling of pieces

the mapping and comprehending,

silent conquest from within the scholar’s study,

the sword that conquers only by the naked might of truth

Where do I even begin to describe…?

Astronaunt’s Triumph,

starman’s awakening,

dreamer’s gap, in which to find

one’s eternity beneath the floorboards

endless dancing dice-rolls of possible and not,

long-running, moving-pattern in the leisure-game of life

Where do I even begin to describe…?

All the things hang together.

I wouldn’t even know where to start picking it apart into something comprehensible.

[gingermcl]

Phase as a noun means"phase of the moon, particular recurrent appearance presented by the moon (or Mercury or Venus) at a particular time," from Greek phasis "appearance" (of a star), from stem of phainein "to show, to make appear" As a verb, it means “to synchronize, particular stage in a recurring sequence of movement or changes"

Phase could be pronounced like face. Switch the ph for an f and the s for a c. Life is full of ups and downs, and there are times we have to face very difficult circumstances. That is just a phase. Everything changes and goes in cycles. Nothing ever stays the same. Including the fact that we’re eternal essence having a human experience and we will not be in this vessel forever. And our literal face changes over the course of our lives. When you’re in your 40s, you may have to apply your make up a little different ladies. Things aren’t in the same place that they used to be.

We aren’t truly a human, we are an energetic force, the observer behind the eyes. I remember when I was a kid I used to stare in the mirror and look at myself and think is this me it’s not me, but right now I am Ginger. Interesting Ginger and I would like to try to associate myself with this avatar. So many humans become completely spellbound and literally taken over by physical matter. Humans have been recycling in this room for thousands of years. No soul here is new. The actual good news that Christ shared was that one day in your endless cycle of reincarnating you will awaken enough to get out. The gnostic gospel of Mary Magdalene says the only sin is forgetting you are a soul. We need to be careful of losing our soul. Forgetting you are a spiritual being having a human experience, forgetting that you need to protect your soul.

Our face is just a phase. I have intuitively seen that souls often do reincarnate into very similar looking vessels and often in the same bloodlines to continue spiritual, work started in other lives. maybe so that we can recognize ourselves and each other life after life. It’s possible the exterior vessel is a projection of our spirit. The eyes will always be the same. The eyes are the window to the soul, and I do feel most of my being is concentrated in the eyes, or this part of my head but then I also feel as if it’s fractal lysed down my spinal cord, as if the chakras are each holding a piece of the soul.

Humans have the power to create with our words. There are evil forces attempting to extinguish your light from the moment you were born. Be very careful what agreements you get her into with your words. We are a bridge between the unseen, or the realm of ideas the realm of thought, and the physical. We’ve got to strip away everything we think we are “supposed to be” to remember who you truly are. We’ve got to remember that we are powerful, creator, beings, and what you believe will come true. We have to think for ourselves and control our minds. There is huge power of positive thinking I have learned from experience.

In my opinion, the fastest way we could change the world would be for everyone to work on healing himself, and making his immediate world a pleasant place to be. Don’t worry about things you cannot control, take action to be the change in your local area. Starting with yourself and your home. We should enjoy our phase as a human as much as we can. Perspective is very important when living in a realm of dueling opposing forces. Work on building trust in and a strong faith in yourself.

[neuromorphosis]

Crossing Over

Takumi's long journey neared its end as strange new guides appeared. A father and daughter, their human forms replaced with bare skulls, stood watch by a shimmering portal. Beyond, Takumi glimpsed other words - the infinity of possibilities beckoning him.

A frog-faced watcher in a suit denoted transition, neither human nor spirit but stuck between worlds. It reminded Takumi of his own metamorphosis underway.

Approaching the glowing gateway, Takumi waded into cold waters. Looking down, his face had become a weathered skull. The transformation was complete. Now came the final crossing.

On the opposite shore stood a shrine maiden who would accompany Takumi to the other side. The maiden whispered prayers as Takumi stepped through the portal, feeling spirit waters embrace him. His body dissipated like morning mist. Only essence remained.

There ahead lay the fractals of infinity - ever-changing, forever awaiting. Takumi had arrived. The journey from human to spirit was done. Now he would dwell in this realm beyond life's boundaries, unbound and transformed.

With silent guides beside him, Takumi glided into the portal toward whatever unknown lay beyond. His tale in the mortal world had ended. Now infinite spirit realms unfurled before him, eternal and open.

[postmodernpagan]

Black: Nothing.

Brown: Something. At rest. Earth.

Red: Need. Moving. Heat. Friction. Self vs. environment. Need to fit in/be com. m. m. m. mfortable/balance/homeostasis, or break free.

Orange: Testing, tempting. Destruction and desire. Choice: Fill Need, Red, vs. Fulfil Will, Yellow.

Yellow: Discipline/Indulgence. Pass/Fail.

Green: Growth. Repair. Building. Onward, but sideways or up?

Teal: Moral choice. Share/Hoard. Ascend/Descend. Aware of own power, choose responsibility or selfishness.

Blue: Seeing clearly. Description. Observation. Empathy. Understanding. Balance. Mutual acknowledgement. Information is passing back and forth but material is static OR in perfect pattern to maintain this.

Indigo: Broken connection. Loneliness. Despair. Gulf between what is known and what more could be known, desire to return to communion/ascend.

Purple: Chaos pattern, fractals, spiral vs refraction, change unpredictability forever, or stay the same eternally, constant readjustment, order vs chaos vs larger order of incomplete pattern creation as a way to encourage constant generation of iterative change

White light: Every possibility completely filled in and explored forever in perfect symmetry.

Grey: Unknown/Switch back and forth to create dynamic energy. You are the Chooser.