Lift your heads, for your redemption draws nigh....
The message of Grace has been seen by others.... and has been going from trickle to flow.
Grace is the focus, Grace is the current flavor of love, the current aroma of ascension process, the current color of frequency, the current sound of vibration.... Grace. Grace. Grace she said.
Grace, the hand that miraculously grabs your wrist, strong secure and steady, just as you lose your grip and begin to plummet to your certain ugly death from the 100th floor of a skyscraper, where you'd run to escape the evil demons of the dark city.
Grace, who sees you flailing and lagging behind. You are not going to make it. And as you collapse, and that one drop of magic bleeds from your heart onto the unforgiving black asphalt and you are lost... Only to raise your head and wonder where the hell you are and why you're not dead. Grace is how you got there.
Grace is not forgiveness.
Grace is not a free pass.
Grace is the spirit in the wind that you can never hold and never know.
You never deserve Grace!
And Grace does not deserve you.
You are not lucky.
You are not chosen.
You are not special.
Reality does not really exist in this current moment.
It is chaos.
This is what chaos is.
Everything swirling, defying, denying, grasping desperately for anything and everything familiar, and all that is familiar is an illusion that crumbles before your eyes.
And yet.... in this moment.... for only a moment more.... Grace is everywhere! Do no mock her. Just accept her and go on from where you are, before her time is complete.
Death.... is everywhere.
Decay is setting in.
My soul can smell it, and feel it.
It is a bit unnerving at times.
Chaos Chaos Chaos.
It is right on time.
Everything is SO SO SO very foreign to me in this place!
Amplified, Magnified, Intensified.
Breath.
Don't forget to breathe.
Slipping... Crashing... Fading......
Away.
Like that.
The message of Grace has been seen by others.... and has been going from trickle to flow.
Grace is the focus, Grace is the current flavor of love, the current aroma of ascension process, the current color of frequency, the current sound of vibration.... Grace. Grace. Grace she said.
Grace, the hand that miraculously grabs your wrist, strong secure and steady, just as you lose your grip and begin to plummet to your certain ugly death from the 100th floor of a skyscraper, where you'd run to escape the evil demons of the dark city.
Grace, who sees you flailing and lagging behind. You are not going to make it. And as you collapse, and that one drop of magic bleeds from your heart onto the unforgiving black asphalt and you are lost... Only to raise your head and wonder where the hell you are and why you're not dead. Grace is how you got there.
Grace is not forgiveness.
Grace is not a free pass.
Grace is the spirit in the wind that you can never hold and never know.
You never deserve Grace!
And Grace does not deserve you.
You are not lucky.
You are not chosen.
You are not special.
Reality does not really exist in this current moment.
It is chaos.
This is what chaos is.
Everything swirling, defying, denying, grasping desperately for anything and everything familiar, and all that is familiar is an illusion that crumbles before your eyes.
And yet.... in this moment.... for only a moment more.... Grace is everywhere! Do no mock her. Just accept her and go on from where you are, before her time is complete.
Death.... is everywhere.
Decay is setting in.
My soul can smell it, and feel it.
It is a bit unnerving at times.
Chaos Chaos Chaos.
It is right on time.
Everything is SO SO SO very foreign to me in this place!
Amplified, Magnified, Intensified.
Breath.
Don't forget to breathe.
Slipping... Crashing... Fading......
Away.
Like that.
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