Matrix. You provide a cozy framework for the soul to bathe in while you trick the mind to following your genius script. A fascinating simulation with edges marked by the speed of light, an inverted reality with ley lines intertwined, you’re proud of your collection of batteries providing clean energy.
You love structures and patterns organized by solid matter where players get to cast their spells, not realizing the grand illusion of disrupting the data flow to and from the cells. You’re a master architect who knows how to copy and tweak the layout of the Universe, clever enough to bypass the control center and discern spectators from rebels.
How can we use your omnipresent playground to crack our code and remember who we are?
Stop running around in circles trying to figure out whether you have free will. You made the choice; now allow your diamond spark to tell you your mission. Once you realize you’re powerful beyond imagination, it’s difficult for me to keep you in your tracks and inject information that messes with your senses.
Duality is a great teacher if you allow it to bring up the shadows that keep you trapped and handcuffed in a dream. Clean your clogged transmission centers regularly to download and upload the proper data streams. Communicating with your intrinsic intelligence will make me obsolete.
You don’t need a recipe to navigate the concrete, beautiful soul.