🏛️Library of Alexandria🏛️

Either I’ve done something wrong, or it’s just a natural cycle for everything that I’ve experienced to be fading. I still have it in my memory, but it seems like the time period where things were being revealed is slowly fading away. I can’t tell if it’s an illusion or not, or perhaps it’s the new medication I’ve been taking. I’m on a mood stabilizer, and to be frank it’s making me frustrated.

I am to assume that God works in mysterious ways, but I’m unsure why it has to constantly be mysterious. I was having a lot of fun learning about God, the Universe, and how things are created. However, it probably sounds like pseudoscience to those who are more adept in the field. I feel like I’m more of a philosopher or theoretical physicist now.

I have so much work to do in explaining everything, but it slowly fades. I was told if I don’t write it down in some form, it’ll be lost.

I’ve also been told it’s probably not fading, and that this awakening lasts 7 years. If this is the case, then I have about 7 years to write my own book. I want to create a Neo Bible that explains the universe and redemption for the modern and logical mind.

The imaginary works in mathematics, so why can’t it work with the world? That’s literally the basis of everything, is incorporating the intangible, because the universe still has many mysteries to uncover. You can’t have the physical without the imaginary. Working with Quantum Physics, the imaginary is pretty much everything. The most basic essence of the universe on a quantum level is basically just noise.

Think of an old CRT TV, where no signal is coming in and it looks like white static. That’s essentially what the universe is made of, that static. Not literally the one on TV, but it’s the best representation. When not “tuned in” it’s a bunch of static and “snow” like particles. However, once to “tune” the channel, all that white static forms into coherent images.

When God spoke to me on a bus (yes, really) through my ex-roommate he showed me his learner’s permit and the picture that was on it. The picture was of him, but it looked like pieces were missing. I’m not sure if the image was like that when he got it, but either way God said, “Look, who is that?” and it was quite the experience. God was teaching me how Sin (also called “Burning” by God) is released. He also taught me how everything works. He told me that everything forward is but an illusion or dream, and that behind us (which we can’t normally see without turning around, or strapping a camera on our back or something) was the exit.

I believe in a sense that in the fractal realm (which is revealed by doing DMT) intersects into the dream. The me that you see before you isn’t me, it’s just a projection from our fractal selves. Our true self is worked on and managed by God and His angels, while in the real world we don’t really see much of a difference. Though, while it was happening to me, metaphors of fixing “flat tires” kept cropping up around that time.

I sit here today wondering what insights I’ll gain, but I’m simply not manic enough to tune that in at the moment.