Modern Cosmology

Metaphysical action reaches heights unpronounced in carbon based language and new rules are absorbed from the life forms born in the realm of space between space. The data is raw and can only be processed in a soup of celestial reality beyond our own so humanity is in turmoil as the new rules are absorbed but misunderstood. New science must be instigated to find processing power that can achieve these new imperial suits of understanding. This can only be done with the help of the existence of a superpower beyond our cradle of life and ongoing struggle to achieve new prowess and God like success. So the maze of cosmological puzzle solving finds a piece that has no home in our own picture of understanding and the only figure that can help is lost to us in other celestial realities and other formulas of cosmological transport. Lifeforms of evolution beyond our own state of existence have their own rules and language that humanity struggle to find in their minds eye so what do we look for in order to discover this fresh pasture and new language of ideas. Just continue the quest to look for new plays and novels of life changing phenomena and all will be revealed to the trustworthy and ultimate energy giving biological vehicles of carousel spinning attributes of success. Maybe then the ladder of fulfilment will be climbed that little bit higher and on a rung that has not been negotiated before, until now.

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As the projector flickers new particles of truth unfold like a rainbow of trust and solitude. The sky changes colour from a blue to a nightmarish black and the thunder can be heard in the realm of Gods and angels which awakens the lion that is guarding the key to the carousel of success. The streams in the imagination of the projector start to overflow and the flickering gets more pronounced, new dimensions come into being and the life forms locked in other landscapes of cosmology bliss come into view as a cohesive whole becomes the norm. New colours dance back and forth through the ether and the seasons of cosmological instigation become obsolete. The merry go round starts to speed up and this time the mixed soup of life forms are transfixed on this new form of reality. As the king of the cosmological landscape takes up his position in a contest with the aforementioned lion the key glows like embers of truth and the dissected rainbow dances to the flicker of the 6th dimensional projector. Suddenly the fish tank of home being means nothing as nature seems to take second place in this new slate of progressive action and the key is torn from the lion like a thief would steal your last breath. The projector stills and the ghosts of nature fall back into their resting state as cosmological bliss takes hold on the situation. The landscape of cosmological instigation starts to settle as lifeforms return to there usual home in the fish tank they reside in. The rainbow becomes whole again and the projector starts to function like a fresh gift of thanksgiving leaving all the enemies at the gate of hell to await their judgement. This time the war is averted but the lion is on the prowl and time waits for nobody not even the spirits of the upper realm of Gods. So be careful what you wish for.

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As the jigsaw pieces float around the lake of dreams new ripples cause the etched time frame to fluctuate thus it is not absolute. It is a cultural construct that mankind has put in place to make sense of the mirage we are nestled in and changes are just a flicker on the candle of thanksgiving that is guarded by the angels of illusion with a projector that never wears out due to a 6th dimensional origin. Thus the creature is tame till the cancer spreads like universal Armageddon, then the war starts and the host is no push over as its advanced intellect has consequences for us all. The cells die the light fades but this is just one outcome in numerous infinities of negotiated roads that one day will return to their starting destination for a second try at the blackboard of life and existence. Time never waits but it can be reset in the uniform play of instigated freedom and thus God is of flesh and bound by the same laws that govern biological execution, so praying will do us no good or will it? It will help us make decisions due to a hallucination of comfort in a neurological process of overwhelming peace and solitude. Hope lives in us all it just has to be mined like Gold in the ultimate rush and when we find it nothing can cause us to loose our footing on the ripples that rock our own personal lakes and jigsaw puzzles of life long stories and novels.

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As the suits of unrest cause ripples in the celestial soup of existence new stones are recovered causing their origin to be revealed. The origin is a milestone that carbon based life is trying to achieve with a blind fold that is hiding our senses from the truth of fabricated reality. So the illusion is our own perception of the celestial play that is causing a view that is obscure and not the wiring under the board. True reality can only be seen by the angels that are pure in heart and not part of the carousel of augmented solitude thus our goal is to break free from the chains of social and cultural participation and see a new light in the aptitude of extra planes of success and independence. Only then can the horizon be pulled in by the crane of intellectual processes and new footholds reached in the cliff of acceptance thus a new age revealed that will see with a pure heart like the angels we speak about in literature and dream about in collective cognition. Then and only then can the dice be discarded and the casino destroyed in the hope of a new age of god like prowess that will see us all salute the ranks of history, present and future cosmological processes of unspeakable riches and spirit like wealth. But then the goal moves on and new sports adhered too that will see competition like the amoebas of evolution but this time will we grow legs or be lost in the black sea of stillness like a rock of unchanging attributes and an eternal prison term, only time will tell.

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