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LANIAKEA

Universal conscience

This time the eyes of the ocean of consciousness are drawn in autumnal orange, red and faint yellow tones, when observing the ocean of consciousness three columns are formed, each side of each column has a face, and within each face in turn another face is drawn and so on each face within each face until infinity; the faces in the columns smile, I feel an immense emotional warmth, and why not to say it, spiritual.

The faces on the pillars are kind, I see their beautiful smiles, their vision gives me much joy, I wish to be there with them a little more; among the faces is the presence of a deceased uncle, who is happy to be near me again, I also feel joy to know that his consciousness still exists, even if it is in this strange plane; It is a pity that this moment is so brief, my link with this plane are the holy children of Maria Sabina, and my guide, the music says that I must say goodbye, and cross the autumnal column of fractal faces to continue the journey. The song that sounded deep from my speaker, ends.

The faces and the ocean of consciousness disappear, I am again conscious of absolutely all my physical body; my physical body is in my bed, next to it is one of my great friends, also living his experience by the hand of the little sacred ones. I keep my eyes closed, I feel the delicate and sweet effect of the tryptamines on all my skin, I feel my warm blankets, the tranquility that visiting those beautiful pillars gave me.

From the speaker, a soft, shuddering wail echoes, its notes make my skin bristle with beauty, a deep, calm and empty darkness floods my physical body. All my consciousness is that emptiness, emptiness that begins to expand in all directions with each rhythmic tapping of the now distant song that my physical body hears, that emptiness that I am expands, and I can see my physical body, my bed, my friend traveling, every detail of my room, then the whole building where I live, and that emptiness that is my consciousness expands in all directions.

Three soft rhythmic beats delocalize me making me fall in all directions into a mathematical abyss of infinite perfection to the rhythm of metallic notes, and angelic laments. Now my consciousness is all over the planet, I cannot wonder why this has always been, and always will be, I can only observe the world in which my physical connection lies, with this immense 'I' that I am now.

The beautiful metallic notes, and again the laments open another incredible mathematical abyss that expands my consciousness in all directions allowing me to be over our entire solar system. Jupiter, Saturn, the sun, Neptune, Mars, the Earth, I can see them moving in harmony, because the time of this consciousness that I am, is different from human time; I can see the order and perfection in that chaos, that ineffable understanding denied to small creatures, such as men.

The soft, angelic, nostalgic wailing is about eternity, and again, the metallic notes create an abyss, an abyss that is in all directions, and the abyss is the same emptiness of sidereal space, an emptiness to which my consciousness is now connected, emptiness on which millions of stars of our galaxy dance silently in their harmonious becoming, but there in its center, the director of that dance of light in the middle of the eternal emptiness, the great black hole that orders, but also dances in the middle of the existences of those incandescent masses of gas.

Abyssal notes, expand more and more my consciousness, making me aware of the existence of billions of galaxies in this immense void that I am. Contemplating these galaxies of galaxies I am flooded with nostalgia, a feeling of smallness, my physical body is so minuscule, my physical body is lost in the midst of that immeasurable vastness to which my consciousness is now united; even in this immense emptiness I feel a sense of nostalgia, a feeling of smallness, my physical body is so minuscule, my physical body is lost in the midst of that immeasurable vastness to which my consciousness is now united; Even in this immensity, the whole universe that I am vibrates with the notes of music that come out of my speaker in that tiny speck of cosmic dust that is the planet where my physical existence takes place. That nostalgia becomes infinite as this emptiness. Nostalgia, the last key, the key that opens a last abyss, an abyss of nostalgia expands mathematically in all directions to the rhythm of the harmonic laments, the metallic notes and the soft percussion. The millions of millions of galaxies are now rivers of light, parsimoniously flowing from nothingness, towards nothingness, for all eternity, now and forever.

And where is god? am i one with that which beings call god? am i god? does that which beings call god exist? I do not know.

I only know, I am here.

Watching.

I have always been.

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