Our side of spiritual calamity breathes in green disease that fatigues the ajna in all of awareness-accessible beings, clouding and shaping invisible mirrors that show you what you want to see, conjures ever-shifting entities that bend its image to will…
Nothing seems real through the eye in the pyramid-shaped portal, nothing is real but what the disease can convince you is real…
Auaesuve,
An illusion-mirror shaped into a mental hammer to shard what's put forth.
The vision of exultance is no longer the pounding of a deceased earth through the hands of the reptile eye, the scene of extinction is no longer inevitable through the shards of Auaesuve at my feet…