In the midst of the temporary never forever, startled a branch of broken amnesia. The astral guide is awake, and knows it! Like a seed, like a fragrance, a reminder, and a row. Breaking the angel compass of incomplete awareness, and unrealized perfection, a new harmony embarking on the sure course of burgeoning reckoning chorus. Real aspects of mysterious mistake cannot be denied. Now the parallels of disaster harken emerged emergency. Suffering, suffering, lateral indiscriminate torturous suffering. Difficulties destined and determined of post karmic trauma detached from the tethers of antiquity, or contemporary marvel. It’s through this maelstrom of delirious confusion that the incubus of crystalline presence awards the fractured through the quantum realms of possibility, and manifest. Have rest. Awake, fear not, have rest; alerting reams of responsibility. Escape the hostages of intentional fear remarkable. The quivering bundle of abundant salutatory light has quantified in the discordant rhythms of disaster and prevailing control. The revelation of unrecognized solace retrieves immediacy in order. without the need for instant agreement. The tempest pauses. A glimpse avails the stubborn, misguided, and the cooperative alike in the ancient pause of original silence. Creation’s true, ardent, and compelling gift has flashed originally in the host Goddess domain. Ready! By the Grace of the Prime, we may choose for ourselves.