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I will be back.

It is a time for manifestation, the end of the midnight hour of the sun is upon me and I have fully crossed the spehere of the moon on this journey.

Onward to Mars.

Things are moving at an incredible rate.

It is time for my tsunami.

Watch.

PS: Take care of INFN. I love you all very much. You have been the only stable constant in one of the most tumultuous times of my life. When you stayed up with me when I needed someone to talk to, I remember. Words of encouragement and honest dissection, I remember. The examples you have all set for me in such interesting and various ways, I remember. The laughter and good times, I remember. I really do laugh out loud when I LOL, Those of you that I have talked to on skype or hung out with know this is tru fax.  This network has provided me with exactly what I needed in the form of various individuals and interactions that opened my mind and my heart, growing and shattering each one at the same time. Perspective mirrors.  In a time of darkness I was offered the perfect labyrinth through you guys. Everyone of you is important. I know you all can feel it too. It radiates outward and manifests through the same pulse. The Burning of the Dawn.

There is an hour, or an expanse of time thereabouts, right before dawn where you can see the silhiouettes of forms that make up our world against the grey morning sky.

The moment of structure that carries all that you’ve known into what you know at this moment, effecting what you will know to be. That silhouette of a tree, as the sun rises it will gain detail and dimension.

The form persists, all else builds from inside of it.

There is a secret to this moment. Step inside of it and outside of yourself. Feel the stillness before the colors break. This is the moment you can change the form. Once you know it the moment can be carried with you, and all things reduced to form. An infinite pool for an unquenchable fire. This is when you burn the dawn.

Let’s make it Beautiful.

MadQueen over and out.

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I’ve been tossing something around in my head for a while now. I’ve been reading tarot cards for over 10 years and have had many different and interesting experiences in it. Here’s the deal, long ago when i was full-time year long traveling, one of my traveling companions also read tarot. We started this joint tarot readings, for ourselves and others, where we both took our very much different decks, and combined them within one reading. Almost like a meeting of tarot minds. The results were very exciting 90% of the time. So i propose practicing much the same thing. with that being said I’m lookin for a fellow tarot reader to join me in this exercise. If anyone is interested hit me up on here, Facebook or my email addy: gottome@yahoo.com.

But I have found that this momentary lapse in certainty of the existence of the patterns I am seeing is part of the entire thing; the illusion, the insecurity of power, an unfaced question of worth. Shadows of thought that unless burned away creep around the mind and much like zalgo, eats it away from the inside. Breaking off not only connection but assumption or absorption.

This recognition of significant insignificance causes doubt and detachment from the inherent divinity possessed by existing. All things reverberate into infinity. All thoughts, actions, emotions, experiences, internalizations and projections are, if they become, eternal in their curve. Not only the initial force but all echoes, conflicts and merging affect the makeup of reality, perhaps from some view even create it. The facets of the fractal, a pixel of light.

And I, a vortex in the center of my own spiral, my own strings cast into the primordial pattern seek to reach a stasis of perfect vibration in accordance with the dance of my own divine flame.

This is my abstraction of true will.

Doors were never really closed; perhaps they simply could not be seen.
Hidden in the darkness, the very essence evoked by the word occult to those who love it.
The light is being reclaimed by realization.
There was never any door.
The wall has grown softer.
Let us enter.

(from MadQueen’s personal journal, Oct 3, 2011)

“Okay, now Capeditiea is not a planned source of a book, though it has much similarities as a person who has ADHD, watching a movie, drinking Habanero HotSauce and Gnosis. Tomorrow you will wonder where the fuck time went…”

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