Channels suply the unknown, below the conscioussnes, lies another layer that is activated by raw data, understood by the selector and sent to the viewer.
I sat in a closet for a while. Lights were shaking in the trees, the night came fast. I walk through flames. I don’t understand, why this is my life.
The transformation into a tool.
The restless desire to feel what it is to be over the horizon. My body became a shovel. I am working at several places in the world. I have no sign, no label. But you can call me Transfigurative-Painter-Girl. I painted even my only only bodyguard.
He has swollen eyes, they are rolling like fire, I remember the hit, I can’t remember what it was, the fear to be dissambled again and not able anymore to grab the marcs of life and put them together, melt them together-
You are the factory of Images that are frozen true performances.
Trade, Fade, Transform, Energy.
We have the universe inside.
I need to go back to find all the parts that came with the first days. My channels hey, I am sending this to you.
The fragments of Existance reveald by shifting earthplates.
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Earthplates are shiftign.
The Answers are layed down on a page.
My eyes stayed shut to walk out the race.