You’re either American, European, Japanese or Zionist. These are the three out of four main protagonists in the evolution of the so-called civilised world. Even if you believe yourself to be beyond labels, your mind has been conditioned to understand certain things in a certain way — the way, which benefits labels more than you being a talking chimpanzee — AainaA-Ridtz A R
Photography courtesy and copyright Juliane Riedl
“Keep a diary of tastes — Nothing about style, but what goes on your tongue. Try to word your first experience, like that first kiss, or orgasm. Every experience learnt is about it. Taste, is the new Green! — AainaA-Ridtz A R”
Twenty-Seven Days
Between now, and then is a myriad stories, a lifetime, a birth of a galaxy, a death of a civilization.
Anything can be made history within that short period of ‘time’ as humans perceive within their realities. Within their scope of being, human; being ‘alive’ within the holographic infrastructure aware or otherwise; within what can be, and not be a thought.
Twenty-seven days have lapsed, and the blog has been literally put aside, into hibernation awaiting Spring, yet in that ‘moment’; as it should normally perchance to sprout a story in the apparent, nothing was moved within. It was if, the seed had ceased to re-ignite with the forces that be, to etch a story, to etch a… metaphor for one, the reader — you, to read.
Twenty-seven days between then and now, many things happened like the ‘hidden-from-knowledge-of-the-common’ of the merkaba becoming stationary stars in deep space contemplation; friends falling in and out of Love’s spheres — some getting married; some decorating the right wing welcoming the third of two; and some… hurried like a spurt of lightning, remembering, breathing, being. And all this is just a story in one frame of a nano-second, not even the completion of the Universal Breath, so you can literally imagine, the scope of how ‘things’ are since the tsunami of involution-breath to the evolution-exhale of your world.
Within that ‘time-frame’ of your in-time, AainaA has re-started her online magazine; acquired an image-capturing device with the support of a few friends; became an aunt to a nano-kilosized baby Ayden Iskandar; re-edited her book; befriended humans on Facebook; beta-tested Gravity, which by the way, should you be interested to be part of, five invites are reserved for readers of this blog — just leave a comment if you’re interested, or drop me a txt msg with your email, and name; typed at least a million and one more words to literally shake-up some worlds; applied for jobs; and crushing hopelessly heads-on at the sight of several dashing bachelors so as not to {…} in an alien world — yours’.
Within that split-nanosecond, breaths were shared and exchanged, lives were touched; stories learnt; histories re-created and re-adjusted in world dominance between white & black civilizations; and the colourless record all these ready for the Ascension.
Isn’t Living, all too beautiful?
27 Days was first published therein The Alchemist 30th March 2010, herein republished on Saucisson for your edutainment
