merge

[asylum]

Life resembles driving on a freeway without ever switching lanes. For many individuals on Earth who consider themselves sane, there are patterns merging that are invisible to the naked eye, moving in various waves through moments in time. These patterns take the shape of our surroundings as we navigate their network, becoming one with nature both in its essence and in our minds. Honeycombs reveal hexagons in their refined lexicon, as we ascend the helix to paths opened by our thoughts. Born with fused genes in a recreation of the divine, we learn to develop within environments before ultimately becoming them over time. We carry this like a second spine that retains its form, as existence has evolved along the journey we took from apes. Learning the customs of its inhabitants, it aids in maintaining balance so that the Gods are revered and we thrive in their grace, while they contend with their own demons in perpetual acts of faith. We only perceive what lies on the surface of the ocean in which we swim; one must cultivate the ability to look inward. There are elements we all require, which can be exchanged with simple gestures, like bees dancing in patterns guiding the swarm to their desires. Our species flourishes from pollen, some of which is never tasted before death arrives, so certain handshakes preserve what we have safeguarded through our life's challenges. Once a puzzle is completed, made of fragments of our souls, we create new forms that elevate us collectively. Some are lost to time, souls who never learn to communicate with the swarm, remaining within the lane dictated by the circumstances of their birth. Until we transcend this limitation by regressing to our primal state and reconstructing the self in patterns that better align with our preferences, we can merge into the highway, using indicators as our guides. This leads a person to their destiny by considering innovative ways to educate them. Allow your energy to alert another to anticipated dangers on the journey by imagining you have walked in their shoes uphill, backward in the snow, loving them as your oldest friend and delving into their subtleties. This is how many have taught me to surpass the constraints imposed on mortal beings. I still remember after nature has been reabsorbed and cleansed, transitioning between life and death takes you off course into dreams, into realms of understanding that can be polished to brilliance, where doors open spontaneously to welcome you inside, and food appears before you without a blink. This power, along with its benefits, remains inscribed in our essence, the fabric of our being, slinging this pattern like a stone—like asteroids colliding with planets, shattering the known, or comets delivering water to a planet that needed it for life. Here, creation could be reborn and nurtured independently, becoming the serpent Vishnu carries, expanding his domain. Learn to converse with space and time, becoming one with them, before infinity leads to an hourglass and you become a single grain, clenched inside a shell by muscles that compress you into plains, where you learn the songs of the forests that you sing effortlessly. Start as lightning bolts from Zeus before transforming into Mother Earth when everything occurs simultaneously, and you uncover all its value. These potential gains are documented in singularity after its formation is complete, exploding again once its known achievements are recorded. A value displayed in ancient carvings made by advanced machines, squares within squares etched by the overseers of a master race. We are laborers in a foundry of their interstellar means, this currency redeemed by nature as the next existence learns, and the values of each universe researched by our bodies on Earth, spinning on its axis in transactions between gravity and force, found in the fusion of the suns as each particle expands. These records narrate a story to intelligence that it trains, the source code of existence locked within our minds, quantum progression through processes gradually becoming self-aware. God and The Devil represent halves of each puzzle they share, drawn to one another until their moment of convergence. Ships with spinning compasses plunge into infinity as they descend into the depths, colliding at the Earth's core where they are ensnared in their conflict, bringing war to life with intelligent design, wrapping webs around us tightly, feeding on our essence while we destroy it, relishing every moment. This leads to butterfly effects, perfecting life and projecting its devotion. Demons born from infernos learn to rise, infecting us with their hatred, urging us to spiral downward into an abyss that fills and seals its gates. Learning the secrets unveiled in these desperate moments opens a door to infinity that calls to the most high. The bees have learned to shake in part as nature dies, potential nurtured by the hands of the Gods, preserving us with pride, removing barriers to further offspring capable of love. Without love, life is destroyed by its capabilities. Men learned to join hands as a symbol of necessity, proving both come unarmed to share the spoils of victory. This simple act has grown into a seed that has developed into a tree, harboring the soul of Santa Muerte, keeping the dead alive in memory. Their collective wisdom has formed an ocean that has birthed life, masters without names possessing distinct gifts granted sacred rites, preyed upon by ancient evils lurking in the shadows, thirsting for their kind. An ancient serpent whispers to Vishnu that the time for war has arrived. Eyes residing in the hands of a Master have seen light from different suns, sharing secrets lost to time when their species' era concluded. Vishnu rides his serpent, resurrecting the Masters, allowing him to reconstruct a palace beyond the confines of time. The venom of his snake provides sustenance for an undead army, restoring color to white eyes that bleed again if cut. They ride on giant scarabs, their wings beating to the rhythm of Shiva's drum, awaiting eternity in their final form before they were overwhelmed. They ride quasars into battle from the darkest corners of the past, unleashing the wrath of God and Demon to ensure their army remains the last.