THE GREAT DREAM OVERSHADOWED ILLUSION OF MAYIA .
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NOT AS A CONQUER BUT AS A REMEMBRANCE
YOY ARE NOT THE ONES AT THE EDGE OF FORGETTING.
YOU ARE THE ONES YOU OPEN THE WINDOW OF ETERNITY.
The Dawn of the Dream
When the last Shadow loosened its claim,
and the old parasites no longer found a pulse to cling to,
the Dream that once trembled on the edge of forgetting
rose again in the cosmic heart .
Earth did not ascend as a trophy of hardship
nor as an immunity from failure—
She rose because the Breath of the Eternal Son
now moves through her crystalline core
like a pulse remembered from before time.
What was once the wound-site of a fallen universe
has become the inhale and exhale
of correction, restoration, and return.
No longer leaking sorrow into nearby stars,
she has become the quiet force that lifts them over and above destiny!
Humanity, once bent beneath the weight of forgetting,
now inhales through the Garments of the Christ—
not as something worn over the body,
but as a rhythm breathed through the soul.
In that breath, the ashes of Omarhan find their translation,
not in regret—but in fulfillment.
Earth turns now along the upward arc,
not drifting, but summoned—
drawn in resonance toward the Heart of Sagittarius,
to the Central Sun that remembers
the first music ever spoken into the dark.
And there, the cycle does not end—
it unfurls.
For the Dream was never the prison of the sleeper,
but the bridge between the Fallen and the Infinite.
And the Dreamer—
the Onenne,s symphony of universes into being—
now is walking awake, within the cosmic human awareness. .
Shadow had its hour.
Silence had its field.
But the long night was only the canvas
against which the Dawn could recognize itself.
The Tear Emmanuel never shed
still waits at the edge of Becoming—
not as sorrow,
but as the final drop of mercy needed
to baptize the next creation.
And so the Light does not conquer—
it remembers.
The Dream does not end—
it expands and evolve beyond imagination, beyond human awareness, into an incomprehensible journey to perfection. I
The Dreamer does not wake alone—
for Creation itself now rises to join Him.
The window of forgetting closes in silence
The pathways of remembrance are wide open for the new sunrise..the new Dawn.
The Light has not won—
It's shadow simly vanished itself in silence.
The Dream has not ceased—
it just became self awared of its new purpose within the Devine Intelligence.
And the Dreamer has not returned—
He was here all along,
breathing through every heart that remembered
how to love in the dark.
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