KEK IS CONFIRMING.
LAURA LOOMER ASKS ABOUT Q.
OH
MY
DIGITS
kek has and surely does bless.
symbols, (sigils) are not inherently evil, pointed intention can be a very binding and powerful force in this universe.
this is why some of us make our own
:3
"God" or (Christ) is Truth through Love
True Love, in its most infinite and broad expanse is simply "peaceful acceptance of All Possibilities"
True Love is True Faith through True Hope
True Hope, is Love's innate desire, which is defined as "a belief that The Greatest Possible Outcome" is possible in any given situation, indeed, even plausible and readily achievable."
True Faith, is simply "a sincere trust in the unknown." The unknown is 2 seconds from now, the unknown is The Infinite Eternal, The unknown is Kek, is Primordial Chaos, is Ein Sof. (the unknown is Now, the known is Now.)
Truth is Balance through Composure.
Balance is a state of Being where an even distribution of weight enables One to remain upright and steady (to manifest, to create).
Composure is the state or feeling of Being calm and in control of oneself. (back to that "peaceful acceptance of All Possibilities.)
We're dealing with Infinity, folks.
The singularity is now.
All is One.
All is being Reborn Anew.
All is birthing a newer and brighter future right before our eyes, through Truth that is Order within the Chaos.
Blesings to all anons,
a hymn!
—
what is the mundane?
more of the same,
the day to day?
Is this not all we have?
earth, rock, dirt and grass?
fire, water, streams of conscious energy?
the inward pull of gravity?
earth, rock, dirt and grass
allow the question to be asked
what is the mundane?
that gnawing in your veins.
iron, blood and oxygen
coalesce to reminisce on times when
all was just
star dust.
what is the miraculous?
if not more of the same
this day this day
children play in grass and dirt
spinning with the Earth,
some distance in an omniverse.
Distant far off galaxies,
delicate sweet gravity.
All of Us
Being
Miraculous.
Has not the Kingdome come?
Are not all things One?
Have we all grown so blind, deaf, and dumb?
The Ordered Chaos of it All
The sound a tree makes in a silent forest as it falls.
The wind beneath the eagle's wings,
The math behind the music when she softly sings.
An infinite vibration of quantum strings,
old hymnal's on a sunday morning.
Is this not all a single lovely harmony?
Does Heaven not surround you?
mountain haze and morning dew.
sunrises in the rearview.
acquantaince and companionship
short springtime roadtrips.
How is
all of this
anything short of pure bliss?
so what of work, and hurt, and toil,
Are we more than wet, organized soil?
would you say there is a soul?
would you say you have control?
And what of precious time?
Where is yours, and when is mine?
How
is any of this allowed
to be so?
and what would it mean to truly know?
Can we really say
anything is mundane
when All of Us
Are
Miraculous?
dubble 7's
Kek has blessed your child.
God bless.
vincit omnia veritas
Cras es noster
Deus Vult