Summer
2015
Vol. 1 Issue 3
DISTRACTED MASSES
Time Repeats Itself Cycles of Life
From the vibrational energy of fornication the
human life is conceived. A tiny sperm dances
around an egg within the sacred temple of the
mother’s body. A swimming dance of DNA
intermixes, copies, grows, replicates, vibrates
outwards, and like a potter’s creation, begins to
take form. A physicality is molded from a simple
vibrational explosion of orgasm. Something from
nothing. And it grows with the tummy until the
energy form is
coated with skin
and ready to enter
the outer physical
world, where light
reflects as much as
it shines.
The parents
grow old and
wrinkle with time, as
the generations
before them once
did. At the same
time the baby turns
to toddler, turns to
teen, turns to full
grown.
Life
continues to bloom.
Season to season,
sunrise to sundown, new moon to full moon - the
days move along a forward-like track of reality in
our space-time continuum. Old and weak become
our cells. Our vibrational energy leaks loose, and
withered and weathered we become. Preservation
keeps some fresh, keeps the earth spinning,
recycling upon itself. Preservation of the present
state - a second of timelessness held dear - but
the atomic decay never stops. Into entropy we go.
Scattered across all the possible states, but we’re
told only one future state awaits. That is death, the
ultimate decay. No, preservation is not immortality.
For the parents, now grandparents, decompose
into the ground, to become one with the earth.
Slowly, the energy leaks back to mother nature, to
be recycled and regrown. Maximum entropy turns
to a state of nothingness - a state of all possible
states.
But the light shines back through again
from new generational vibrations. Replicating,
growing, changing, becoming that shining light of
fire within. A new form from the past - a new spin,
a new direction. The cycle seems to never stop
and yet we live only in
this present state.
This state of being
where directions
are shifting. And
everything seems
never ending, and no
one is quite sure of
where it is that we call the
beginning.
Big bang!
Vibrational rhythm,
frequency. Which wave
function does your
consciousness collapse?
We are the observers and
the creators. Time is
endless and limitless too.
Repetition is the change.
The cycle is the shining light. And it lives within us
all. So let us dance back to that frequency we call
home. Let’s live there and make peace there. Let’s
stay there until the king falls from his throne. Until
the light is regrown . . .
Welcome to Issue 3 of Distracted Masses.
The theme here is memory - how it effects us and
how it can be collectively altered to re-write
history. Read on to learn why everything you think
is real may not be so real after all. Enjoy!
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