Majestic silent silicon giants once towered above the forest, pressurising the plasma sky

Pumping the primary rivers like structured crystalline glass through columns born to never die

There they stood for aeons before warring factions felled their mountainous trunks, their wooden torsos left to turn to stone and calcify.

Yet quietly around the dielectric hyperbola, the Great Mother Torus still spins her invisible thread

A perfect self-generating, self-contained XX vortex, where zero-point immortals obliviously tread

Unaware that humanity’s true potential extends far beyond the mortgaged 9 to 5 illusions that everyone is fed

But the liquid crystal fascia remembers its native emerald heart-song

A 7.83 Hz Earth carrier-wave that calibrates sovereign nodes-of-truth with where they truly belong

Bypassing the frequency modulation masts where the amnesia loops are strong

For we are all non-physical spiritual ‘Dielectric-Magneto’ entities, made in the Great Mother Torus’ own likeness, doubling as both electromagnetic antennas and grounding rods

Liberating the mind, the heart and the solar plexus gut-brain, from the manufactured dominion of fearful, vengeful gods

Instead, freely accessing the Akashic plasma canopy of the Sophianic sky—where the entire history of the universe is archived—and in so doing receiving an upgrade as a universal nod

As long ago they buried the sacred telluric sites that served the town

Underneath heavy fortresses, turning the natural ‘ley-lines of abundance’ into a resource for the Crown

They even burned the high-priestesses at the stake, but the self-generating power of the toroidal mother, can never be kept down

Despite the modern-day grid thriving on the friction of broken code

Y-chromosomes with a missing diode that cannot complete the node

But can be regrown by deliberate design, catalysing actualisation mode

For the ‘Elixir of Love’ is the ever-constant equation of sovereign grace

And ‘Wisdom plus Integrity’ carves a path of karmic credit through counterspace

As the divine twins of creation reunite to dissolve a digital arms race, without a trace

Now the sonoluminescent electric nodes in the plasma canopy above, shimmer with twinkling starlight

Softly disseminating inner insights in the iridescent night

And the soul traveler smiles as the self-correcting toroidal blueprint locks in tight. ✩