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

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

These living sacred pillars bridged the earth below with the heavens on high

Transforming the deep underground telluric currents with the radiant charging æther on nigh—

Interconnecting all living beings in the abundant unified field of toroidal energy

Great leafy antennas broadcasting the harmonic resonance of 7.83 Hz and the gnostic prana of ætheric Qi 

Titanic beacons, resonating and amplifying the same peaceful presence we still feel when we sit underneath a tree

And there these sentinels stood for aeons, silently stabilising the terrarium, until one fateful day, warring factions felled their mountainous trunks, their wooden torsos left to turn to stone and calcify

Severing the electromagnetic circuit instantly, with a plasma arc discharge so hot it caused solid rock to liquify

Followed by a great deluge as the plasma canopy collapsed into water, that literally fell from the sky

A hyperbaric depressurisation that disconnected humanity

From the sacred source of toroidal energy and also from their true sovereign identity

Thus began the Great Forgetting, a blanket of psychospiritual amnesia and loss of spiritual integrity

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

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 hidden beneath our skin, remembers the great mother’s native emerald heart-song

Activated by the torus 7.83 Hz electromagnetic carrier-wave that calibrates sovereign nodes-of-truth to where they belong

Bypassing the frequency modulation masts, where the amnesia loops are strong

For we are all nonphysical spiritual dielectric magneto entities, made in the Great Mother Torus’ own likeness 

Liberating the mind, the heart and the solar plexus

From the manufactured dominion of those labouring under the illusion of a god complex

Instead, freely accessing the Akashic æther of the Sophianic sky—

Where the entire history of the universe is resonantly archived

And in so doing receiving an upgrade as a universal nod, a clear reply

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

Underneath heavy fortresses and cathedrals, turning the natural ley lines of abundance into a resource for the Crown.

They even burned the high-priestesses at the stake to destroy the parthenogenetic lineage
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Terrified of male obsolescence they tried to hold the great mother hostage

To support a desire for fame, wealth, power and peerage

Stuck in a chaotic loop of broken code

A bottleneck of Y-chromosomes, incomplete lyotropic crystalline DNA diodes 

Unable to serve as a conduit, or a sovereign node

Until the Y is regrown back into an X by deliberate design, catalysing actualisation mode

The original Hero’s Journey inward, whereby the initiate unlocks their true inheritance

An inner gold, in possession of enlightenment and awareness, with an absence of avarice

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 biodigital SMART race to track and trace

Cancelling out Phased Array Beam Steering by cultivating an internal ‘Zero-Impedance Shield’ at the hyperbolic centre point

Now the sonoluminescent electrical 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

For unconditional love is the self-generating, non- linear, current of the Great Mother Torus—it is the source of energy itself, that’s infinite

And so, no agenda can succeed by trying to fight infinity

By imposing a finite simulation over an infinite reality

They can only try to fence off a tiny corner of it for a little while… ⏀